“… for all the restless photons that keep on bumping and carousing unbeknownst, not yet certain they can follow other jagged routes across irradiated furnace suns, not yet convinced they can settle unto timid pattern or undulating certitude, on this watery iris or that curved camera eye, for are we the ones who can invite them over here or trace a tremulous shape of waveform palmistry into distant sands of time?
… What happens to all the places that didn’t get swallowed by the flood, to all the heat trap cities that did not bake or go under, all of them former villages that await their drowned worlds, abodes for all those landlocked upright walking tetrapods, banished from the waters that spewed them, making a living swimming the dry lands on the bottom of gassy oceans, suntanned with moist expectation of promised storms…
What happens to all those beasts of burden, the gigantic catfish that still carry the weight of the land, their flocks of trains, their herds of cars, the mountains of plentiful goods and busy travelers scurrying on their broad backs, carried across murky portentous voids, loosening a scale here, half a city there…
… its elegant tail unleashing furious sunken discord, daring and horrendous awakenings under raw familiar hides, treacherous skins turned inside out, gently raising dust devils of dead skin cells sky high, birth marks gone bad willing to drown your innards, raising hell over placid inner lakes of complex replicating waters.”
[Ștefan Tiron – “Bodrog Accelerator”]
Captain SStanley told me not to yodel inside my helmet,
Mons Venus, Mondo Ares, Robo-Strobo, bats for friends,
Blinded by the Theseus Ship’s headlights, I crave
For earthly nothings, like grandma Annette’s dump cookies!
Every teleporter is fawlty in my books and even if it’s not
Percolating space radiations make me a new man everyday.
I am a highly mutable bouquet with seemingly limitless visibility,
I am a second class enthralled Stella-Clay-Boy, third class muck ticket,
My attic is not open to the general public, buongiorno schematics.
Golems are inherently perfectly on a string, expectators, rites,
Regardless of whether Calabi–Yau compactifications of string theory
Provide a flexible description of Placenta or not.
Discarnate throwaway Earths thrown inside ill-fitting HUDisplay,
Collecting inchoate Tardigrade feelings that stopped shriveling,
Komarov giggled hitting the pavement of brotherly bulging hulls,
Their brief vestigial caressing, smudging carbon-based normcore,
Burnt, not smoked Salmon run, Solomon’s Mines, Red Star eau de Cologne,
“How Do You Convert Your Harmonic Progressions To Energy?”
[Dr. Tiron & Sgt. Petrescu – “Ametsen Bilduma Handia”]
“Drowned in Bodrog” could be the soundtrack for the imaginary sequel of Bodrog. What did really happen to Ștefan when he met The Creature?
The album borrows elements from Bodrog OST, but gets more adventurous. The chords are enhanced, the sound design is more playful, the atmosphere gets weirder… and then there’s more. Can you spot the similarities and make connections to the old tracks?
All tracks written, produced, mixed and mastered by Valentin Toma and Felix Petrescu (Makunouchi Bento)
Artwork, front cover by Santiago J. Franzani aka Antipirina [, , ]
Back cover by Felix Petrescu (Makunouchi Bento)
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