“Monotone like relentless rain on Paris rooftops, like the suburb trains that all arrive at Gare St.-Lazare, and the masses of humans going into the underground, monotone like work, sex and time. Monotonous like daily life, human obscurity, human love.
Monotone: for a time of violent obscurity, a purge of images, a travel down some dark tunnel, a healing darkness, a protest against speed, materialism. Towards the “unstuck sound.” Hhmmmaaahummmmmm”
Andrew Sweeny, Paris June 4, 2005
Psychevanhetfolk A beautiful, recommended album. Lien