Just in time to enjoy the beautiful Fall season, I find myself once again pleasantly unemployed and working diligently on the new album. If every song that has been written for this album was a brick, I would have already built my own tower of Babel.
But the songs that are supposed to be on this album are very important, very close to me. They exist somewhere in that space between a moment, and the memory of that moment, where the fabric of consciousness begins to fade. What's left are the feelings, the senses. A touch, a taste, a smell.
The translation between those visceral things tingling on the tips of the nervous system and the physical, audible energy of sound needs to be just right. You have to get down, lay your soul out in the water, drop in a toaster, and hope for the best. Try to touch the intangible in those thin moments of weakness and pain. Fingers tearing through soft tissues to get at the meat somewhere beneath.
Soon.
Also, falloutfracture.com and mentalshedrecords.com will be back soon. It's difficult paying hosting bills without access to the internet.
FALL OUT FRACTURE
myspace.com/fracture
