"The high frequencies of the popping and cracking noises are transmitted faster by the ice than the deeper frequencies, which reach the listener with a time lag as glissandi sinking to almost bottomless depths."
"i don't have a home it's not a chain it's not a throne / it's just a picture of a picture tossed and torn away / of anger on your face still not as strange and not as brave / as when you turned away"
Yes. Yes and yes. I can confirm that these records also work very well in the context of winter in suburban and post-industrial adolescent Massachusetts. Just want to add that the title track on Star above the Manger is maybe one of the best songs of all.
"Winter is shrinking. Meanwhile, we extend our artificial version in a frenzy of decoration and experiences. Harrods opens its Christmas shop in August, mince pies are on the supermarket shelves in September, and Christmas singles are plotted in spring."
