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The World in Air Quotes

by The God in Hackney

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1.
It was just a prototype Smaller than life Well that was our intention Modify the archetype And short the dimension This was at the beginning Of the change in the weather No-one told us relativity Was becoming untethered Flowers in the shape of the bones that she gave you To keep the new powers at bay Showers in the shade of the things that fall out of you A family is leaving today They say by words become form While others are coming extinct They say by words become form While others are coming extinct It was just a prototype Realer than life Well that was the ambition No-one said that our activities Had begun the transition This was at the beginning Of the folding of the seasonals No-one told us that our reasoning was becoming unreasonable Then came out the hollows The smallest and the sleepiest Then came out the hollows The smallest And turned things inside out Turned things inside out… And turned things inside out… Turned things inside out… And turned things inside out…
2.
All the things you thought you knew Arranged as objects on a table in front of you All the facts you confused with your life Moving past you in conveyance for the last time Reach for the words Reach for the point in time All the creatures you showered with love Move towards you now broken and hollow All the people in whom you placed trust Dance at you now, risen above All the points you articulated Given form, against your form – it’s a hit squad Dancing in a wheel Turning you round Turning you on Queen of the moon Queen of the stars Queen of the sun Queen of the heavens Queen of black water Queen of the heavens Bring to us all the child of promise Bring to us all the child of promise Reach for the stars Reach for the stars Reach for the place in time Reach for the stars Reach for the place in time Reach for the stars Reach for the point in time
3.
Bardo! 04:31
There’s a hole at the bottom of the ocean There’s a hole at the bottom of the ocean floor There’s a hole at the bottom of the ocean At the bottom of the hole there’s a door The faces stretch too far This place is stretched too far Your case is stretched too far Bardo! Hole, hole, hole, hole, hole, hole, door Hole, hole, hole, hole, hole, hole, door Bardo! Hole, hole, hole, hole, hole, hole, door Hole, hole, hole, hole, hole, hole, door Bardo!
4.
In this room: loneliness is holding hands In this room: it’s not what you brought in In this room: you decant your essence and hope it forms a brand In this room: personality In this room: tranquility and fear In this room: make yourself open In this room: informality In this room: banality In this room: too many horses That pump is the essential type But it’s bad for the mycology The laughter and the air are much too bright That pump is essential In this room: it’s not what’s been brought in In this room: be an animal In this room: too many horses In this room: set yourself on fire
5.
Red Star 03:20
The red star fell into my hand last night The red star fell out of the sky The child cried: “The star it died in my hand!” (And this is what I think of the union) “Mars fell out of the sky And into my hand…” “Mars fell out of the sky And into my hand…” (repeat)
6.
Philip 02:47 video
I am an anxiety loop I am an affliction for the ages I am an anxiety loop And I want to give it all away (Oh that’s lovely) And I want to get the letter… I want to get the letter I want to get the letter What killed him was not what killed him. What killed him was not what tipped him over The edge was not what killed him. What killed him was not what tipped him over The edge was not what killed him. What killed him was not what tipped him over The edge was not what killed him. What killed him was not what tipped him over the edge. I want to give her away I want to give her away Reckless aging almost took out the family I am in St.Tropez And I cannot find a decent take-away What killed him was not what killed him. What killed him was not what tipped him over The edge was not what killed him. What killed him was not what tipped him over The edge was not what killed him. What killed him was not what tipped him over The edge was not what killed him. What killed him was not what tipped him over the edge. British Subject 99 I want to get the letter I am a giver I am a receiver But my wife sends the letter I want to get the letter What killed him was not what killed him What killed him was not what tipped him over the edge
7.
Interstate 5 05:33
No words. The jazz in the art of the sound of the silence of the cosmos.
8.
You standing in the suburban streets Waiting to be held Me watching outside of this time Will someone let me in again? You testing the edge of the line Praying to the margin Me hunting for corner supplies Milk the hallucinogen All of these lampposts look the same Please can you tell me my new name? When I meet you in the prism You seem sane Me touching an image in glass Now my hands are frozen His forehead in heavenly flame And jumping from the bypass The past has dementia So when you go there Don’t forget to leave…
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Non, non, no, nein, nyet, no, nein, nein, nein I hear the sound of an abundance of rain And I can smell the aroma of Christ I hear the sound of an abundance of rain And I hear the sound of victory I hear the sound of an abundance of rain And I smell the aroma of Christ There’s a non-zero number of people in the room There’s a non-zero number there’s a non-zero number there’s a non-zero number of people In the room I hear the sound of an abundance of rain And I hear the sound of victory I hear the sound of an abundance of rain And I hear the sound of victory There’s a non-zero number there’s a non-zero number there’s a non-zero number of people In the room There’s a non-zero number there’s a non-zero number there’s a non-zero number of people In the room I hear the sound of an abundance of rain And I hear the sound of victory

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This is the third album by The God in Hackney. It’s an album to resonate with the anxieties of the moment—feelings about ecology, isolation, extinction, technology, the flattening of history, the sclerotic grip of a culture mired in quote, reference and deflated imagination.

It's the sound of Peter Gabriel’s corpse being cannibalized by Sergio Leone after a bad accident instigated by well-meaning but hubristic scientists. It's big-band brass drum & bass recorded inside Captain Beefheart’s mung bean. It's cosmic shanties and jazz-funk road-trip music, it's post-punk, dub, and genre-transcendent pop for all tomorrow's wobblies. It's your last and first nocturnal dream show.

It’s a way to find a little light in the dark, a surreal comedy amidst the dread. An attempt to climb out of the hole.

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released April 28, 2023

The God in Hackney are, on this occasion:
Andy Cooke, Eve Essex, Dan Fox, Ashley Marlowe, Nathaniel Mellors, and Kelly Pratt.
Recorded in Brighton, Chapel Hill, Düsseldorf, Los Angeles, New York City, and Odiham. Mixed by Nathaniel Mellors in Los Angeles. Mastered by Noel Summerville in Old London Town.
Art by Tala Madani. Design by Chris Bloor.
Dedicated to the incorporal forces of Brian Catling & Andrew Weatherall, with love and thanks.

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The God in Hackney are: Andy Cooke, Dan Fox, Ashley Marlowe, Nathaniel Mellors. Brighton, Los Angeles, New York City, Odiham.

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