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Well

by Uncle Woe

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JimSim Melancholic slab of tunes in lieu of upcoming LP. Brilliant! Favorite track: Sermons for the Electrical Lost.
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FDJ (Desert Psychlist) Post-metal, doom, heavy psych and sludge, Uncle Woe deliver the whole package
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Darknight Uncle Woe always deliver when it comes to awesome slabs of psychedelic sludgy doom ridden tunes, I just can't get enough of this badass band🤘 Favorite track: The Many Comforts of Calamity.
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I am dangled on the winds of false breath. I can see straight through these painted on shadows. Do we still have to hold them up to keep ourselves on the ground? Do I not get to let them down? Do I not get to watch them all drown? Mirror, mirror down the well, who the hell am I to tell anyone? How came you so far? Do we still have to hold them up to keep ourselves on the ground? Do I not get to let them all down? Who the hell are you to lock the door? Who am I to tell anyone? How came you so far? I am dangled on the winds of false depth. I can see straight through your painted on limbs. Do I not get to watch them all drown? Mirror, mirror down the well, who the hell am I to tell anyone? How came you so far? Who the hell are you to lock the door? Who the hell am I to knock?
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Bring with you only what you need; what you can carry. Count a thousand moons, and curse them as they pass. What comes around is vacant now. Within/without; we are alone. Pray that we are only knee deep, 'cause we are burdened and we are weary The goddess of grief, upon a river of loss; the glass is half broken, the knife is fully chrome Bring with you only what you need; what you can carry. Pray that we are only knee deep 'cause we are burdened and we are weary.
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The dragging down of blackest clouds; familiar shapes of olde misfortune, here rendered by your guiltless guile and gall. Half-handed visions and curious falls set the mood and set the scene. Man, we set sail in buckets full of handsome holes. Our pockets full of absent gold. Our feinted hearts are empty. Our tired eyes are closed. Come wash with me in the evening tide, then weep and let it go. Each night I feel her sweet song fail. We protest and end, ere without breath we grow cold. Always resist displacement. Does it always come to this in the tales we are sold? Do we not get to write our own wrongs? Tumbling through widespread hazard crops, here turned by the foulest of claws, I can still hear her; sweet and frail. Always resist displacement. Somewhere between Oblivion and further disaster we live and die. Into black glass caskets, we are prepared and it is night. Those of better oppression will sew endless seed 'til starved through chronic supply. Man, we set sail with bucketfuls of hands to hold. Our pockets full of rancid gold. Our swollen lands are empty. Our eyes are painted closed. New infection to feed the peasant need; how your guerrilla garden grows. They demand a scarcity in healthy eyes as they laugh and look about. They laugh and they laugh and they laugh and they laugh and look about. They laugh and they laugh and they laugh and they laugh and fuck about.

about

Our next full length record is called, "Oblivion and Further Disaster."
This is an extended play single (or, an "E P," as you may hear them referred to in the streets,) for the track, "Well," from that album.
Herein you will find two (2) songs from said LP, as well as two (2) other brand new songs, crafted just for this little cutie pie of a record.
It's its own thing, standing apart from the forthcoming long-play record.

We are tickled pink to be working with Owlripper Recordings, to get this out into the digital ether.
You will be able to find this album, alongside a serious deep-dive worthy discography of other titles, at owlripperrecordings.bandcamp.com

credits

released December 20, 2023

All songs written by Rain Fice
Performed and recorded by Rain Fice in Detlor, Ontario, Canada,
and Marc Whitworth, in Melbourne, Victoria, Australia

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