For a brief moment …

It's finally official! A Partial Print will see the light of day on October 22nd (Sweden) and October 24th (Germany). As for the rest of you, fuck knows! Hopefully labels from all corners of this wretched world will come a knockin' with licensing offers. As so often before! Hint; wink wink.

But there it is. 10 songs. Third album. It took about one year to write. About one year to record. About two weeks to mix. About one day to master. About 1 hour to re-master. And soon it's gonna take about 50 minutes to listen to. You just wait. There's a lot to be said, a lot to be felt and lot to process. Some might look for explanations, so might not. Some things will be self-explanatory, some will not. That's the beauty of it. There will be new websites, new videos, new live shows, new band members, new album sleeves, new t-shirts, stickers, bags, fuck-sticks, guitars, amps and what-not. To some, I guess everything will feel new. Look new. Sound new. Taste new. Smell new. To some, it will feel just like coming home. Maybe this record, these 50 minutes of music, these some odd hundred words, maybe, just maybe, this is what you've been waiting for your entire life. Or chances are you're bound to hate the living shit out of every single little last detail of it. I don't know. And frankly … I don't care. You do with it as you see fit.

My work here is near completion. Once the record is pressed – in my eyes – it dies. It has filled it's purpose. It is no longer mine. It is inevitably and ultimately yours. An obvious metaphor would be to dress up a corpse – of a loved one maybe, or rather in particular a loved one – in their finest suit or dress (of your choice), cover up the bruises and stains with layers of make up, try to hide the smell of decay with cheap cologne or perfume, and stuff that block of dead flesh inside a coffin for the world to see. Gather round people, come pay your respects, whisper your last words and thoughts into this dead ear, weep those tears and with a quick brush of your hand, wipe that mucus off your face. There will be cake and coffee. Assorted spirits for those who are in need of something stronger. Assorted snacks for those who are not. So dawns the wake. Where we all reminisce of things that were, instead of noticing what actually is. Hapening. Right there. In front of us. All along. Something new. And spectacular.

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