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AUGUST IS THE CRUELLEST

Release Date: 29 February 2016

1       August is the cruellest  |  06:46
2       Brutal Blues  |  04:23
3       Wait for the real storm  |  10:04
4       A ghost to you  |  08:56
5       Everything is vibration  |  06:39
6       You have no heart  |  07:28
7       The weight of it all  |  05:45


“The parched eviscerate soil
Gapes at the vanity of toil,
Laughs without mirth.
This is the death of earth.”
Little Gidding from Four Quartets, T.S. Eliot

August is the cruellest – this we know. The embers may glow, but the worst of the burn is far from over. Now, it's time to survey the destruction and figure a way out of the fire.

Recorded both in Singapore and Norway, 'August is the cruellest', is a work of political noise, a punishing challenge to look inward and move forward.

Musically, it is an abstraction of the blues in the mode of C, influenced by the power of the riff and the energy of heavy rock music. Expanding upon Oscilla, the song, which is also in the key of C and diving deeper into its modal abyss.

Lyrically drawing bleak comparisons from the poems of T.S. Eliot and Yan Jun; outlining the harshness of the air we breathe from our swiddening neighbours and constructing a landscape of the inevitable based on the choices that we and our forefathers have made. The music jolts and scares through feedback and incessant pulse in the hopes of toppling the apathetic stance that we, for generations, have come to find comfortable and convenient.

Barely brimming over with rage, this album chafes at the bit of inertia and strains against the monolith of apathy. The songs limber, lumber and twist in turn, clamouring and beguiling – till the cloudburst pierces the grey skies. Leslie Low’s voice is the rare stream of calm in this turmoil, calling upon all to create a better world upon the ashes of what came before, to undertake a radical journey of honesty and maturity. After all, death and decay is opportunity for renewal, for a reckoning withal, there can be no other path.






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