Intention and rationale are like ethanol in the blood: they leech existence of its potential. As 'accepted practice' and 'received wisdom' clutter up the scenery, the fragile, new growth of inspiration trapped underneath is left to wither or rot, or simply never come into existence at all. Fortunately, invention is not a passive form of energy: even a load-bearing rationalisation will gradually be undermined by an accumulation of tiny, corrosive doubts; insecurities bubble up during sleep, instigating dreams with tiring, long-form, procedural content and a sense of something that urgently needs to be done but that can never possibly be resolved.
When robbed of any feeling of achievement, our building materials will be rendered flimsy and weak; the fundamental, structural units within lose their resilience and collapse. Limp, yielding architecture slouches towards a wayward axis. Colours become wan. Food loses its flavour. Comedy becomes irritating. Failures become accustomed and predictable. A anemic landscape stretches out in a tiresome manner beneath a pallid, declining star. This is the legacy of intent.
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St Celfer returns with tracks culled from a series of live shows, each one a showcase for his inventive experimentalism. Bandcamp New & Notable Jun 26, 2023