I'll not hear what you're saying to me
You won't care what I'm praying
There's too much faith in evidence
I hope I'm keeping you satisfied
I've found dissatisfaction
Better suited to loneliness
I don't doubt that you and I could agree
On what I learn from what you fail to teach
And I won't kill what you would not breed
But the rest looks quite appealing to me
I'll not care what you're saying to me
You won't hear what I'm praying
There's too much evidence in faith
I'd say the paper missed the press
We prefer flagellation
Falling on deaf ears I guess
There's a good argument to be made that Toc are one of the best bands on the planet.
This is a bewilderingly brilliant release; polyrhythmic, atonal, with melodic interplay bouncing around endlessly. It evolves, bends, blurs and distorts. It's exhilarating listening at every turn.
And when it cracks into gear; when everything finally, fleetingly locks into a groove, it thunders like a brakeless train, wheels airborne on a dangerous curve.
Toc are geniuses. And this is their best album yet. Michael Mueller