This machine it kills only fascists,
this sight it tends to stray right.
Meanwhile the sun it sets on our lost souls,
Till we face a stun gun and bite down.
Down.
The spiteful sellers of another artifice that engineers.
Prods and promises that get us up again to look down upon their heels.
This machine it only spears pragmatists.
Recalcitrants and foresight.
We moved a massive mountain by proxy.
Reversed the axis in one, dark, dark night.
Night.
The spiteful sellers of another artifice that engineers.
Prods and promises that get us up again to look down upon their heels.
The spiteful sellers of another artifice that engineers.
Prods and promises that get us up again to look down upon their heels.
A night of long knives.
The spiteful sellers of another artifice that engineers.
Faerie Ring return and so does the RIFF, all caps. Faerie Ring take what would be a cookie cutter riff from anyone else and just JUICE it so thoroughly, with passion and energy and melodic interest and the all-important rhythmic groove (much more important to a good stoner riff than loud fuzz), that it just blows out your speaker and makes you mean mug. Guaranteed. I loved the wacky sounds they created in the studio that really push this over the edge from great into bonkers-great. pinkytheent
If you like to live on the edge and have no regard for mindless compliance or conformity, this might just be the ticket. But I gotta warn you, Auralayer's Thousand Petals is probably going to duke it out for Album of the Year at Clean and Sober Stoner, maybe even the Doom Charts, against the likes of Hail the Void, Faery Ring, Snakemother and Acid King. Once you cross that line, it can be hard to go back...
Cleanandsoberstoner.com Scott Spiers