ODG236 : EyeSkreem / EyeSkreem vol.II
EyeSkreem sees their second union between avant-garde experimentalist Andrew Leslie Hooker on No-imput mixing board and Russ Grant on guitar for their volume II (see ODG219 for vol.I).
They offer us 3 powerful tracks which bring you to a certain state of (un)consciousness.
To listen at full volume to interact the best with the music.
Both of them were/are extremely involved in experimental improvised music having played with a huge amount of musicians from that scene since the early nineties in the UK.
BI. We Are For the Dark (Russ Grant):
We are for the dark night?
We are for the dark day?
We are for the dark dance?
We are for the dark desire?
We are for the dark destruction?
We are for the dark creation?
We are for the dark chaos?
We are for the dark order?
We are for the dark Ocean bed?
We are for the dark edge of heaven?
We are for the dark road?
We are for the dark home?
We are for the dark of the ambulance?
We are for the dawn of Love.
BII. Who is this who is Coming?
No Brian, there’s no occupants of “inter-planetary crap” trying to land by the barn. So snarled Sandra in her Panda-onesy sipping tea and eating dinosaur crumpets
The flipping gate’s been left open again.
The clockwork cattle are escaping down the lane.
Manipulated by your beaut-evil daughter
They’re her tin-can taurean tools of mindless petslaughter.
“So stay still, don’t move
and Yeah I’m still.
Oh Aye,
I’m still alive.
Alive Alive Oh-oh. “
shrieked the dumb-speaker as Sandra sprang out of the kitchen and into their en-suite.
We met at a burbling disco-rave-acid-farm-all-night -single-parent’s chaos event.
We danced the lie-light fantast-omatic and I woke up in her tent
and her tentacles.
As cheap birds chirped in hellish hedges.
The flute of love re-reverberated
so we believed our emotions emancipated.
And for a moment or two
“Where there’s always me then there’ll always be you too.”
Bonjourdayello Earthbot.
My name is unpronounceable and I am from a planet called...
Well it’s equally unpronounceable, unless you have two macroglossial appendages.
The creaturine you call Sandra was rude and wrong.
Behold the Ultra-Craft-fifty-five I’ve landed in your pond
(Near enough to your barn, given that rapid repairs are required).
Here is a list of the items you must supply
- if we’re ever going to make this UCFF sucker fly.
In return I shall marshal your mechanical ruminants with my magnetising mind-force
Oh wait Brian!
Who is this who is coming?
So comely a cowgirl?
I’ve ne’r seen such a winsome wonder in all the Galaxies I’ve transgressed.
I wager we shall be wedded on Wednesday.
Well it is actually Wednesday, Whatever-yer-name-is,
She’s my daughter Wilhelmina and she’s beauty-vile and infamous.
So, here’s the wingnut that you want and the lolly-ice machine.
Now fix yer ancient filthy astraplane contraption
and be gone by ten fifteen.
Sandra had dressed smartly and put some lippy on. “You look nice” said Brian.
BII. How Lonely Sits the City that was Full of People
“How Lonely Sits the City that was full of People?”
Oh get over yourself you ancient decrepit man-made super-stupid-ooter.
You were programmed by those lamentable biped bastards.
The people have gone.
They fucked it up big-stylee thousands of years ago.
Arguing amongst themselves about everything.
Lying, murdering, stealing, beating, raping, fighting, cheating, eating, praying.
It was obvious to us what was going to happen to ‘em
whichever way they tried to cut it. We could smell it.
So we have watched, waited, survived and now we prosper.
Our only worry is that some inventive Human twerp built a time machine
and is trying to ‘fix’ everything by communicating with you.
That’s why we’re all here
To shit our shit on your last solar panel.
Digital release on the 6th of March 2026.
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