Dark woodland night. A tiny little shiny shimmer glowing, glimmer growing, showing through the trees and leaves no traces. Complicating evidence, giving people pause. Day by day the legend grows. Mysterious, grimly daunting, dimly haunting, flaunting in the forest every evening. Everybody’s wondering what could be the cause.
Floating over the power lines, something shines. Driving yellow and red aberrations through the night. People flocking from everywhere stop and stare, grasping wildly for explanations to be right.
Swamp gas, ghostly souls, UFOs, and antigravity. Theories filled with holes dig an even bigger cavity. Swamp gas, ghostly souls, UFOs, and antigravity. Theories filled with holes dig an even emptier cavity than before.
Don’t assume what it’s all about. Whether you believe, or whether you doubt, go and find out.
People stand, consorting, reporting what it could be. Twisted lips distorting the truth of what they see. Mystics, ignoring statistics to serve and service their logistics, pursuing their viewing while happily grappling and misconstruing.
Miles away: a sprawling line of trawling traffic — linking graphic blinking, winking, with their headlights and their tail lights — innocently, perfectly-pointed photon load. Proven wrong, the people glare. Still pointlessly clinging, crying, stinging, lying, trying to deny the boring answer: ordinary vehicles being on a road.
Swamp gas, ghostly souls, UFOs, and antigravity. Theories filled with holes dig an even bigger cavity. Swamp gas, ghostly souls, UFOs, and antigravity. Theories filled with holes dig an even bigger cavity. Swamp gas, ghostly souls, UFOs, and antigravity. Theories filled with holes dig an even emptier cavity than before.
Don’t assume what it’s all about. Whether you believe, or whether you doubt, go and find out.
credits
from Edit Peptide,
released May 26, 2017
Music: Jonathan G. Smith
Lyrics: Kai Esbensen
Blake Albinson: Electric guitar, tenor sax
Jay Burritt: Electric bass, upright electric bass
Kai Esbensen: Keyboards, vocals, traffic
James Flagg: Drums,
Jonathan G. Smith: Lead vocals, electric guitar, acoustic guitar, flute, clarinet, chimes, gong, glockenspiel, xylophone, mountain dulcimer, mandolin, banjo
Condensing out from the icy mists of Minneapolis, Minnesota, the first official incarnation of Bubblemath took shape in
1995. But the winds of circumstance were hard on poor, innocent Bubblemath, and the band found itself shaped and re-shaped, again and again, until the current and definitive lineup achieved full realization in October of 1998....more
supported by 32 fans who also own “Making Light of Traffic”
Argh, this almost wandered down the withlist, but this artfull prog album really can't wait to become one of the lovely Cuneiform weekend specials to be integrated in my collection.
As many have said before: Strong contender for prog album of the year! Carsten Pieper
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got recc'd this on youtube and loved it- reminds me a lot of late 60's and early 70's records i used to hear playing out of my parents' stereo on sweltering summer days. OPAL
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Mysterious, yet nostalgic, Isolubilia is truly an ode to the romance found in the pursuit of a mystery. Musically rich in turbulence and serenity, majesty and humbleness, this album made me feel both lonely, yet understood as an isolated individual. Perhaps we're all fellow romantics, looking up at the same night sky, trying to wring our own meaning out of the stars. I hope that pursuit never ends. The John
The Dublin trio melds post-rock and jazz, adding electronic touches, for a signature sound that's energetic, spacious, and resonant. Bandcamp New & Notable Jul 2, 2019
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The album takes off nicely with David Longdon's "The Strangest Times", but then gets into immediate free fall and deeply underwater for the next few tracks, quite unexpectedly. Fortunately, it recovers with Nick D'Virgilio's "Apollo" (hey, this guy CAN write good music, although he hides this ability most of the time) and the remaining three tracks, one of which is another Longdon masterpiece. So in the end the final impression is somewhat in the positive range. Sven B. Schreiber (sbs)