FULL F*****G MOON

Bio:

.. .. Mysterious New Age Farm Boy meets wandering thistle-scratched Baumfrau with knots in her hair. He tries to bathe her legs in the half-light of dusk, but she doesn’t trust the way the water stings, not even when he tells her that it is ruled by the waxing and waning moon. She scoffs at the language of fact, which she had thought was just common understanding once upon a time, though she can’t explain how, for she has forgotten what the birds had told her. This makes her very grumpy.....So instead together they just play a Double Cosmic Riff, ruled by neither Fact nor Truth, but as Full as the Fucking Moon.

Pulling into its sphere eurovision ecstacy, heavy repetitive riffing, volcanoes erupting, distant radio transmission, cosmic droning and supernatural disco. Feel the magnetic force!

We are denizens of the earthly crust!

RIFFKAH (AXE, SYNTHS, VOX, SPECIAL FX)
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DROSZKHI (GTR, SYNTHS, SPECIAL FX)
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ELECTRIC BONGO BONGO (DRUMS, SPECIAL FX)
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TOOTH (DRUMS, THROAT SINGING, SPECIAL FX)
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FULL FUCKING MOON

Influences:

THE MOON AND OTHER COSMIC FORCES.

Sounds Like:

"...the dull thunder of your names roiling like hooves on my temples, ready, for any mending maelstrom, which sweeps up the bodies of dark stars, denizens of the earthly crust, and blows them by methods unnoticed to a coordinate of manifest collective expectation. There the fog of our breath newly combined will knit itself into existence, molecules bonding in an exponential present, their unlearned configurations foreshadowing the chemistry of consciousness. And through that fog our speech will vibrate in unrepeatable waves which tremble the fibres of dust, disturbed and at rest, in a room in whom we recognise infinity as every surface and space. Then infinity will walk into the room, and using the undifferentiated and abject carpet as a symbol of opportune growth, she explodes in the form of a riff we launch, its repetition the unstoppable brewing and parallel unravelling of a pre-rational logic. We rouse the darkest matter in the universe, it resonates in clues orphaned of solutions and they leap across our minds too fast for the quaint traction of language, antelopes evolved to brilliance by the constant shadow of a predator. This dark matter introduces itself to us stars as the holy incommunicable. And we riff...." - Netsirk, on the subject of dark stars.

Record Label:

NWOFHM