Lucifer's parking lot
The gate is open
I went to take back
My middle finger
You were in love
Haunting the bird men
Here come the bitter boys
Here come the bands
They're only searching
For a place they never found in time
They're only searching
For a place the cops
Won't take their names
I am a statue
You hack into someone
You remember
You can tell by the curve of my tongue
Maritime sidewalks
Lost in the brine
Ohio psychos
Motorcycle whine
Back to the alleys
Where I slip
Into my old ways
Singing the song of everyone
To the birds
They're only searching
For places they never found in time
They're only searching
For a place the cops
Won't take their names
I am a statue
You hack into someone
You remember
You can tell by the curve of my tongue
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