Tuesday, November 22, 2016

Cough - Still They Pray (2016)

For those mornings when you wake up and immediately wish it was night and instead of just coping with the fact that it is day, you draw the blackout curtains shut and throw on some bleak, rambling doom you hope will eat your heart and mind whole, replacing all of it with noxious wah and affirmations that sound like negations. Cough's new album, six years in the making, is real good for that, especially if you put it on repeat like I did because then the stuff that initially seems repetitive shows its hooks and then you can wait for the decaying psych-rock flourishes which open up the second half of the album. This is music for when you are waiting for death to be finalized, when the heaviness is a comfort blanket, even if the choking clouds are toxic in the long run, how can that possibly matter. When being surrounded means at least you aren't going to die alone, until you realize that is no guarantee.

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