May 19 - All up The Seething Coast

This is the sound of the high, the sound of contented paranoia. This whole album is about the things people go through during addiction, and this is about the worst part: the pleasure. From the droning guitar to the half spoken lyrics, this is the sound of lethargy masquerading as contentment.

There's an Irvine Welsh line in Trainspotting about one of the pleasures of junk being that it simplifies everything. You're not worried about your car or your house or your girlfriend or the guy living on the same floor who hates you. You're worried about getting your next hit. This is a song about the part after that, when you have the only thing that's important. And nothing matters. It looks like pleasure but feels like rot.