Idiot by Decade House

The music here is designed to make your brain feel like freshly poured concrete, slowly drying and hardening as the album progresses - each track etching itself in with a knotted twig. I like to think that it’d be popular among ogres, pumpkinheads, bogeymen, other monsters of that sort (sorry for generalizing).

Naming the album “Idiot” is not in reference to mean names and bullies, but rather to human accidents: the flushed embarrassment of screwing up and dizzily trying to refabricate your sense of dignity.

“Idiot” is dedicated to the chaos that flesh-brained imperfection introduces into the universe and the patience, love and courage that help us overcome said chaos. It is an attempt at channeling that loving awareness which stands like stone in the existential tempest of indignity and absurdity. It is the silly joy of forgiveness, the roundabout compassion of determinism and its implications on free will. It is the indeterminate sturdiness of reality and the impossible self-creation of existence. It is our fascination with the things that terrify us - a meditation on Halloween. It is the blameless trauma of natural disaster. It is an idiot exploding his eyeballs looking down the barrel of a firework. I love you. Enjoy.

Please listen at a volume loud enough to tickle your eardrums without causing unreasonable pain.

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