there are ghosts in the air
dissolving in the breeze
shifting thru the idle & exhaust
floating thru the high breams like fog
yeah, its the death of the neon.
our cars are trying to kill us
but we cannot afford to disarm them.
baby, i’m kimchi marinating in motor oil
god will trim the soft margins
for the broil of an eon.
yeah, its the death of the neon.
god
will not
eat you raw.
she’s the breeze,
that’ll set you free.
supported by 21 fans who also own “Death of the Neon (Pt. 1, 2, & 3)”
Up there with Joe's best -- it feels like it pulls from every record he's done before while still being completely distinct from any Cymbals record in the way it combines the psychedelia and accessibility with some of the lushest, most ornately arranged music I've heard. Plus the guitars still rock, the solos fucking slap, and the ballads somehow slap just as hard. The narrative based lyrics also hit a sweet spot in Joe's lyricism -- direct but inventive, descriptive and endlessly compelling. Emmanuel Castillo
William Ryan Fritch's enthralling, doomy new CD comes housed in a gorgeous, panoramic gatefold sleeve with bewitching original artwork. Bandcamp New & Notable May 16, 2016