Grid of glass forever closed
Pressing back the still air
All the empty atriums
Shining dust suspended there.
Concrete, Louis Kahn
Someone left the lights on
Hidden wires oxidized
Untripped for so long
Future ruins all around
Future ruins are now
Form over function
Beautiful prison
Clean and majestic from afar
Come close, stroke the erosion
Iron bruises, timeless scars
Concrete, Louis Kahn
Monoliths against the blue
Balanced on the patient ground
Curving down and through
Wesley Eisold returns with his first Cold Cave effort in over a decade, filled to the brim with darkwave-y, club-ready murk. Bandcamp New & Notable Jun 16, 2021
Perfectly gloomy Norwegian goth/post-punk, anchored by a punchy rhythm section and driven by chiming guitar lines and morose vocals. Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 16, 2021