A worry of a simple life
And the frequent absence of pain
Weary of the emptiness
Where a lucid veil hangs
Find another commonplace
To get a little low
And keep searching for
A new mania
I’ve figured it out
There’s no easy way in
I think of it often
I think I’ve figured it out
There’s no easy way in
Waiting for the final light
For the inevitable end
I will never see the king
Comes by way of sentiment
The world is going white again
All except for the few
A token of a different love
Leads to a sacred room
I’m on the outskirts of a green heaven
And I’m looking for holes in the fence
I’ve figured it out
There’s no easy way in
I think of it often
I think I’ve figured it out
There’s no easy way in
It’s a steady growing misery
The halo’s hanging from the tree
The title track pulled me into Slow Crush's orbit, but Tremble held me there - alongside Lull from the Hush LP and the whole of Seasurfer's Dive In, it can send me into an altered state of consciousness. The album vibrates with hints and nudges, from Slowdive twangs to a Corgan-esque chord shift, but Slow Crush are their own sound - thick, dark melodic, etherealistic soundscapes with Isa Holliday's vocals both binding the music and rising above it. One of the best bands in years. sentientpoet