The machine lumbered into view, and with each giant step we heard thunder crack, and felt a seismic shift beneath our feet.
I’d seen it before, once when I was very young. We’d both grown since then.
The general mass was sluggish but I knew it’s two sets of forearms were nimble enough to pluck sparrows from mid air. A network of even smaller, hair-like arms carried scrap metal and human remains up, over, and inside its carapace. There must be a web of tubes inside, sending pieces and parts all over; like veins without a heart. Spoils of war to absorb and assimilate.
The two of us stood facing west in front of a heap of scrap metal; anything our village could cobble together.
The bait was set.
credits
from Greebles EP,
released May 8, 2020
Written and recorded by Callum Lincoln and Eva-Rae McLean
Produced by Callum Lincoln with Eva-Rae McLean
Wurld Series, from New Zealand, deliver gloriously fuzzed-out indie rock on their latest LP, all of it psyched-out and woozy. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 20, 2021
the drummers my neighbour and keeps leaving half eaten snickers in my letter box. fucking hate that guy. tho I appreciate that they practise while im out at work KENNY CHARLTON!