Crushed caliche, bringer of work, dissolves in the iodine house
Internal heat coils are filled with steam, face covered by sweat-sodden cloth
The colourless mix of rocks everyday we see break in between the fixed jaw and the swing
They leave behind a dust that's sitting on our lungs stifling the room it's hard to breath
Sweet saltpeter, once hidden gift, removed from the wrought iron tank
The constant leaching must carry on regardless with or without us
We lean over the water that separates the white gold from the indefinable clutter
El caliche machacado, proveedor de trabajo, se disuelve en la casa del yodo
Los serpentines se llenan de vapores, el rostro cubierto con un trapo bañado en sudor
La mezcla de las rocas sin color que cada día vemos molidas entre la mandíbula fija y la móvil
sueltan un polvo que se deposita en nuestros pulmones asfixia la pieza cuesta respirar
Dulce salitre, en su momento un regalo escondido, extraído del estanque de hierro forjado
La continua lixiviación debe continuar a toda costa, con o sin nosotros
Nos asomamos sobre el agua que separa el oro blanco de la indefinible maraña
Smooth, sophisticated pop with neoclassical flourishes from the Berlin-based duo of Fabian Till and Birk Buttcherey. Bandcamp New & Notable May 2, 2024
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Olive Grove Records has been one if my favourite finds of 2020 and this album shows just how much excellent talent has come through their doors in the past 10 years. It's truly incredible. shaunpanda