I’ve been having the strangest dreams. I see through my own eyes, but I don’t feel as if I am in my body—my vision is hazy and tinted red. I feel as though I’m stumbling, but at the same time my feet do not touch the ground. Tiny amounts of dirt crumble from the tunnel walls as I pass and I feel this… heat. It’s very warm.
I don’t know why I bring it up really, something about Mark Webber’s ‘Chyrl’ just kind of reminds me. There is undoubtedly an anxious kind of disorientation about it.
Through a cloud of crunched electronic drums and bass rings out a high-pitched frequency; the elements pulverized and combined as if with a mortar and pestle. Soon comes a voice—loving but with a tone beneath it that sounds foreboding. There is violence in that voice.
The repetitiousness of the song is like a machine leading the listener blindly and helplessly forward. The vocals are as a spirit hovering inches above them, reveling in their naiveté. And with a jolt the guitar kicks in and the belts of the machine whirl faster, propelling them quickly towards an unknown fate. The vocals push in closer, they are so close they brush against the tiny hairs on the listener’s cheek—they know and they aren’t telling.
And through a final surge of guitar a pair of doors open at the back of the machine; behind them steam and fire. The gears and belts whir at a fever pitch and the listener is propelled through the doors in the mouth of some cruel and disgusting beast.
I mean, if you ask me anyway; that’s what I hear. I certainly was taken by that vision wasn’t I? Well, anyhow, it’s a fantastic song.
…Some strange vision though.