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Psithurism

by Michael Woodman

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1.
Sacramento 02:32
Swaddled, fog-burned, noctivagant, sealed. Roots’ll keep on writhing, shunt your walls to the creek. I’ve got nothing - can’t invite him. I slept through his passion play. No petrichor today. No perception - I’m just barking at the screen. Mouth mothballed with Kretek, tar and cloves in the nave. From the basement to the miners’ Virginia City graves. No petrichor today. Laugh at those entrapment transcriptions; I get it now. Come and pull me out, me out. Meathead needs a good time - needs a good bad time tonight. Slow down, well this is the ride that we both paid for.
2.
Petrichor 03:32
Vanished in silver newsprint trees. Only so many times I can look at you vanish in silver newsprint. So many times I can look at you, you vanishing, ‘Til I hope that you don’t return. Vanished in silver newsprint trees. Only so many times I can look at you vanish in silver newsprint. So many times I can look at you, you vanishing, ‘Til I hope that you never return. The last time that I see you - well, that’s where we get started.
3.
Only so many times I can look at the fuming hospital stack dispersing ash from all the pieces that they couldn’t fix. I’m only ignorant enough for one. All I’m doing to us is making sure that when we’re over, that we don’t get cloned in error. Bit through the chain link, holed-up in LA. Caught smoking spent cigarettes, your cypher stolen from the Royal Horse Artillery. Cloned in error: pulled up on two legs, put in the school play. The dim nostalgia of these sad elementals, drifting through our window. Another story, one more song; they sound the same before too long. The ruler on the knuckles rapping on the left hand, held in the right. From your youth, the future - a brine-washed waterslide extending down and down. Look to the day you meet the morning incandescent with bright glory. You dreamt the sermon kept you crushed but in the morning no memory of the path. So stir beside the waterfall. Thin fans of fish scales sketched in teeming spray. To enter is to be perceived, but to question is to leave. Smell it every day, smouldering underneath the floorboards. Find a way to keep it vital. While it’s over too soon, you’re still here longer than you realise.
4.
The Levitant 06:43
Vanished in silver newsprint trees. Your childhood school; gnawed to knucklebone and white ash. Diesel drip holes black in the snow. You couldn't believe, wouldn't believe that they might look for you. So you sang your disbelief loud. Sometimes I flicker. Sometimes my feet float above the ground, and sometimes I worry that I might be wide awake. When the end comes, hope that I’m asleep. Well, there's no rope or cuff or cell, no authority to detain me, no heaven and no hell, so take me back to where I believe my human form is sleeping under the leaves. If you hadn't smiled so wide the fresh bereaved might have left you with a few teeth. When you thanked them for saving you the silver to town, the gold for the tooth doctor, they had to leave - scared you'd make them start to believe in you... ...won't disprove it; Sometimes my feet float above the ground, and sometimes I worry that I might be wide awake. When the end comes let me be asleep. Well, there's no rope or cuff or cell, no authority to detain me, no heaven and no hell, so take me back to where I believe my human form is sleeping under the leaves. We come back cos you told us. Come back, come back cos you told us. Shame is currency here. You can’t outrun a burning tail, so leave your walls, leave your light, With pupils wide, you turn into a cryptid, and you hide.
5.
Seachange 06:56
These are all our children however we refuse them. Predators can't see us if we're never moving. Easter, vivid, empty, the fuse, the dam, the glow. Nimbus that erases. Bleached by sensation and song. Still painting over that familiar fear. We'll keep on painting ‘til the room disappears. We're the ones who make it spin on. Arms around us each day and night, still can’t get warm. Don't lose the things you hide too well. Don't lose the grief you fight to dispel. Loneliness gets spun into a habit. A powder flash - suddenly we're enemies. All the soul you stoke to keep warm. This is the kind of loneliness I'd steal. Grip those burned things; wickedness we do to survive. All the soul you stoke to keep warm. Doesn't stop them every night - coming through your windowpane. Slow down, well this is the ride that we both paid for, but somehow we forget that when the thing spins the fastest - that's when they take the floor. Loneliness that I'd steal from somebody I love. So dig in till I feel you. Wake me when I wash up. Easter, vivid, empty, the fuse, the dam, the glow. Nimbus that erases. Bleached by sensation and song. Still painting over that familiar fear. We'll keep on painting ‘til the room disappears. We're the ones who make it spin on.

about

Thumpermonkey guitarist/vocalist Michael Woodman releases ‘Psithurism’ on Friday, 6th August 2021, through Believers Roast.

Named for the ancient Greek term for wind in the trees, ‘Psithurism’ moves away from Woodman’s maximalist sci-fi contributions to Thumpermonkey’s recent ‘Make Me Young Etc’, inhabiting instead the quiet interstices between mossy wet stones.

‘Murder ballads with funny counting’, if you like - fusing 70s progressive influences with 80s Scott Walker and weird fiction - sinister narratives featuring backwoods criminality, cryptids hidden in the shin-tangle, recently burned buildings hissing in rain, and the warm, sad ochre of nostalgia.

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'Michael Woodman's new solo album is his most spellbinding creation yet'
Prog Magazine

"This release is such a wonderfully conceived whole that it throws down a gauntlet for what can be achieved while venturing off the beaten track."
The Progressive Aspect

“Expect the unexpected.”
At The Barrier

“An astral projection to a parallel dimension.”
Altprogcore

“A complex, uncompromising and magnificent EP full of charm, hooks aplenty and an ethereal beauty.”
Spirit of Progressive Rock

"At times achingly beautiful and, at others, painfully sparse and deliciously dark and discordant."
Progradar

"I have not been singing along to this record. I have been entering into its spaces and celebrating its rites, immersed in sublime musicianship from some excellent players, that is so economically and appropriately deployed that I sometimes forgot anyone was on the other end of the instruments."
Oliver Arditi
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Watch all 3 official videos from 'Psithurism' here:
www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLTU9y7qTND2ZvxgcNQUz9M6M36qkKZuQ_

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released August 6, 2021

Vocals, guitars & keys by Michael Woodman.
Bass by Sam Warren, (except track 5, by Michael Woodman).
Saxophone by Josh Perl.
Drums and additional sound design by John Simm.
Shimmering Energy Clouds on ‘The Levitant’ by Ben Wren.

Recorded and Mixed by John Simm at Hidden Colour Audio, Manchester.
Mastered by Ben Wren.
Cover art by James Hutton.
CD layout by Ben Wren.
Photograph by Ashley Jones.
Believers Roast 2021

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