A couple months back, I felt a dread set into me around 1AM while walking my dog on a Tuesday night toward the end of winter, when the cold makes everyone feel like, “Yo, enough is enough, it’s like 40, but it feels like single-digits.” Since then, I’ve sworn off my cellphone, because it’s too distracting during my daily life, but the events occurred as such (within a single evening):
— Walked across the street (not on my phone) IN A FOUR-WAY STOP SIGN CROSS WALK and almost got hit by a car, which I spat on, they stopped and they started yelling at me, my dog began howling back, and I began to gag myself to vomit, which weirds people out, so they left.
— While we were next to the fence, two raccoons scurried up a tree inches from my face to flee my hound dog, and all I could feel was the force of their gusto drying out my eyes in terror of them being clawed to bits.
— In the school parking lot across the street, a few minutes later, in private, and I’m lip deep on a blunt, an [animal] starts banshie screeching and running out of the woods toward us walking on the gravel, and it couldn’t be a pig, was too big to be a possum, but too white to be anything else, so we fled that scene like a drive by.
— Got back to the house after messaging people about what just happened and realized I wasn’t watching my dog, as she had something in her mouth, which I thought was (the typical) frozen cat shit, but it was really a frozen dead bird, as I realized when touching its beak with my hand, then took a doody-bag to grip it out of her locked mouth, and ended up with bird feet and head and spine in a bag; as i tired the bag with two thirds of a bird, my dog crunched down on the ribs and guts, puked it out and I just left it there for the next morning (which it froze to the porch).
Recently, I was reminded of this dreadful series of events while being introduced to Bemônio and listening to their newest piece of rawness, Lodo. There’s even a few street lights that make buzzing, hissing, and clicking noises similar to Bemônio’s sounds and the wind pretty much whispers to me nightly, and these Lodo vocals are eerily exact in that natural respect. So, I’m somewhat terrified by Bemônio as a clairvoyant unit of my life. That is, outside their general music being horrific in aptitude. And Lodo is proof. Stream it below and feel that desolate Brazilian doom:
• Bemônio: http://bemonio.bandcamp.com
• QTV: http://quintavant.bandcamp.com
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