The town civil war statue
Over petty crime and merchandise
Seems an unlikely hero
Like a soldier from a sci-fi serial
Redesigned by a team
Of caffeinated pacifists
Thrown like a lance
By racist historians
Loved or hated
No more
Where I come from
They carve confederate generals
Into the mountains
Are they worried we forgot?
My heritage is perpetually holding me
Over an open flame
Whispering sweet nothings
And in my dreams
I'm a bird-like hominid
But I'm encaged
By idolatrous biologists
And all I want to do is fly
supported by 5 fans who also own “Idolatrous Biologists”
Listening to this album while driving at night is a cinematic experience. I was reminded oddly of "Paris, Texas", a film which combines the mythic open roads of the West, with various states of in-betweeness (of adult and child, of woman and man). James often describes his work as liminal. Liminality speaks at the edge of something, being in the ambiguous place and paving a way for new identities, new places. A rite of passage ready to occur. A wonderful album, although I wish it were longer! amoda666
With their blend of playfulness and graduate-level instrumentation, Dorcha deftly prove that improvisational zeal and conservatory-level precision aren't mutually exclusive. Bandcamp Album of the Day Nov 16, 2020