Have a diet coke, have another smoke, linger in that hate, have a masturbate. These are things you’ve learned to like. Maybe another day you’ll play with feelings, awaken yourself and pray in the church where you will one day be buried, with nanaimo bars as final rites. Oh! There’s a wall between us, and it’s too thick to be broken. Fundamental human incompatibility. Oh! I’m so far up my own ass! Just give me a minute, then we can move on. Eat breakfast for an hour, lose the morning; check the internet, lose the afternoon; go into work and lose the evening, over and over and over and over. Until eventually, you have a shitty screamo EP and the sense that one gets on the verge of a discovery. But no! I’m still just not ready! The walls are still too reinforced! I have no interest in anyone! Fuck all my old pop music for telling me to elope, never! I know better! I know better now! And when I don’t know how to deal, I go out and I do nothing! I go out and do something real! Then, I am filled with a sense of existential self-affirmation! Now I feel like lifting weights, but somehow I doubt that that’s the fate.
The enigmatic Frank Ene's solo record lives in a magical world where Serge Gainsbourg fronts Yellow Magic Orchestra. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 17, 2022