Piles of old souvenirs forming walls. Twenty years backed up and down the halls. Miles of junk from a world of bunk, full of flimflam from a scheme or a scam, guide the life of a man taken in. Every plan ends where he's always been plied and played, like the time he paid for that old trash with the promise of cash fast. But the profits did not last. Still, he had a blast. The friends that he met, he would never forget.
Now he needs something new to be true, to believe so he can muddle through how he feels when his pain appeals to his proud pose while his happiness grows dim, and everything gets grim, and opportunity seems slim. But just when he's crossed, thinking all is lost, a flyer intrigues him. All those hopes take hold, soon to be sold on this bold new claim, calling out his name:
Engines that prove their parts move perpetually, people who swear they're producing their energy free. Earnings will soar. Pay no more electric bills — selling the slack, extra power, back to power mills.
"You will be blessed when you invest. Can't go wrong. We'll be your hub, 'cause we're a club with a strong sense of impunity. Look what we've got: one megawatt free and clear, from the machine bringin' the green over here, and over unity. Rake in the dough! We know you know you'll withdraw. So every line you had to sign, that you saw, gives us immunity from the law."
They demand more than he planned. It's a different deal than their spiel when he signed up. Bait and switch, no one gets rich, their equipment breaks. So he makes his mind up to ditch.
"I call your bluff! I've had enough! I want out! Every excuse that you produce makes me doubt your authenticity. I can't adapt to getting slapped in the face, facing my heart falling apart in disgrace, by your duplicity."
"It's not our fault! It's an assault by the grand Government Oil, fighting to foil our command of electricity! You will be blessed when you invest! Oh, no, don't go!"
Head down, heading back home to sort and stack mounds of all of the things that he's stored, as he brings more, adding to his hoard. Pounds of gear from his new career in a franchise that was nothing but lies, fears, and false-hearted hopes holding sway. As he mopes down yet another day, tears roll on till his eye is drawn to a sweet sight. Something glossy and bright gleams. A pamphlet of new schemes, even better than it seems. He dares to decree it could easily be the answer to all his dreams.
credits
from Edit Peptide,
released May 26, 2017
Music: Blake Albinson
Lyrics: Kai Esbensen
Blake Albinson: Electric guitar, vocals
Jay Burritt: Electric bass, vocals
Kai Esbensen: Keyboards, vocals
James Flagg: Drums, vocals
Jonathan G. Smith: Vocals, electric guitar
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
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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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This might be the least folky of the Wobbler releases and I wasn't sure about it at all.
After a few listens however I'm loving the inventiveness and the endless melodies, all driven along by Kristian Hultgren's wonderful percussive bass. PartTimeZombie
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)