One blinding dusky dusk as the sun passed through the town,
Its light it made a blazing trail and heavy whirring sound,
A thousand souls they howled and hawked and streaked across the sky,
A man in a silken waistcoat opens half a darken eye.
He rolled a rolly good and fat with yellow fingernails,
With heavy brows he gazed and the wind blowed his pig tail.
Layers of forgotten smells they creeped up through the land,
As the cogs rotated backwards and the hour glass split its sand,
Souls began to glisten until they came into sight,
As an unexplored Universe opened on that night,
The souls they weren't to happy to see the raped land
And maybe a corporation rusted into sand.
Now the man with the silken waistcoast took a toke
And gave a snort,
Took a hit flask from his tool belt and he took a swig of port.
Punjabi-Australian vocalist Parvyn combines Indian and Western instrumentation with looping electronic elements on this commanding debut. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 7, 2021