SUZIE WORE HER DEAD KITE
Man, this is some fucked-up Asda CD shit, even by our standards. Can't stop listening to it. Cloudboy dismantles a guitar and a violin during this one, one splinter at a time, channelling the spirit of Erich Zann. Rats scuttle in the woodwork and under the floorboards, and a dead woman emerges thru the rotting plasterboard, leaking an aura of otherworldly light. This is Victorian spiritualism gone bad.
Suzie's kite is alive in some way I can't quite explain. It unfolds itself in a tangle of bone and twisted ligaments, and sheets of skin that flap in the wind. Is that her father's voice at the end, or the kite? Dunno, but open to suggestions.
Yeah, wait til you hear our new stuff, people; it'll blow yer mind.