May 18 - Slow West Vultures

My god, this song is huge. The soundscape is vast, the lyrics cryptic and visionary, everything about it is the overture for a statement of strangeness and desperation and hope.

This is a sing by a slightly older man from the perspective of his younger self, viewing nihilism from the outside, singing about "the future" without imagining he would be in it. The lyrics here are sly and cynical and hu7morous and angry at the slivers of hope within.

There's a maturity to this that is about more than just the fact that it's the song of an older self. "we are sleek and beautiful, we are cursed" is a line that has extended out as far as it can and then pared off everything that is neither important nor true.

This song is the future. let's see it come.