Something’s changed
in the colour scheme of surroundings.
It rains again
and the drawings on the glass
stand in contrast to blood from my bitten lips,
the second movement of evening apocalypse
is overplayed
and undeserving of attention.
The drony sound
being produced by the ugly faces
alters the flow
of the atoms in the air.
It amplifies noises of cracking joints
but my inner compass is still,
it points in your direction
and the moderate mess on your floor.
When the drops
hit the roofs
the water streams bear all the proof
of the things
that go down
between the walls of our towns.
The glassy eyes
of the person staring at my face
are blowing holes
in the comfort of my night.
And the windows are stained with the lights from the street,
trying to be hard for the night to defeat them all.
But it’s lost before it’s begun.
A dazzling tapestry of sound, the latest from Shoeb Ahmad sets whispery vocals deep in electroacoustic soundscapes. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 17, 2021