A black field burnt by fire. A volcano exploding. Water breaking the dam, mountain drowning. The tower tumbling down mined by TNT. The fury of elements, deafening. Nothing left, like nothing happened, nothing was, nothing will be.
Piano, yes, beaten, delirious. And those cellos, raped. Trumpets, the apocalypse’s four horsemen. Guitars, shooting and weeping.
This Singapore Sling album is tight, compelling, glorious, inspired. Rebellious. It leaves you speechless. Arousing and filthy rock’n’roll with no excuses, desolate sad steel echoes at the desert’s corner between “nothing and nowhere”, unsatisfied appetites, free drunk dancings. Anger. Saudade. A Jesus chasing the merchants from the temple. A prisoner breaking his chains to kill tyrants.
A master of his weapons. He’s trained. This war is planned, no failure admitted. “Nuthing’s Theme” is meant to be played by an orchestra under the darkest sky with aurora dancing. A Ravellian’s classical modern and timeless composition, ambitious, fearless. A colourful and powerful crescendo built around minimal structures, a call to fight for a savage army clothed in rags, holding swords made of light. No more space for miserablism or self-annihilation, no time for doubts. No mercy, ever.
The emperor’s waves here they come for justice, with terrible beauty.
And when the nothing’s done, when love and hate have consumed themselves, finally silence.
Ashla.
Out on Fuzz Club Records February 02nd 2017.
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