Pitchfork Libra
Pitchfork Libra is a ritual disguised as a record. It is arch, it is alchemical and it is the next chapter of the band's musical journey. It begins with the image of the Pitchfork – a weapon raised in revolt, thrust into flesh. Then comes the astrological Libra – the scales, once balanced, now shattered. The cosmos cracked open.
The album opens with the ecstatic, erratic “Ten Ton Delirium”, setting the scene for an intrepid 35 minutes. From then on, the band’s chaotic brand of wonk rock shimmies into new wave, glam, big rock riffs (“Bring Me Back from the Black Beyond”), and more atmospheric territories (“Zygote”, “We’ve All Been Cruel”). Their sound has evolved since their debut album, but there is still that darkness, that madness that is undeniably ESOP.
Pitchfork Libra explores the eternal cycle of birth, life, death, and rebirth – a serpent devouring its own tail. From the feverish hysteria of the Dancing Plague of 1518, to the esoteric trials of Robert Anton Wilson’s Chapel Perilous, to fragmented psychological states stitched together with sound, Pitchfork Libra is a descent and an invocation. Ever-present throughout the myth-soaked album is the ghost of Jack Parsons – rocket messiah, sex magician, tragic prophet of the in-between. He was a man suspended between earth and moon, science and sorcery, modernity and myth. His presence is a thread that weaves through the chaos, binding the sacred to the profane.
Pitchfork Libra doesn’t rest – it writhes. And it welcomes YOU with open jaws!Â
Pitchfork Libra
Pitchfork Libra is a ritual disguised as a record. It is arch, it is alchemical and it is the next chapter of the band's musical journey. It begins with the image of the Pitchfork – a weapon raised in revolt, thrust into flesh. Then comes the astrological Libra – the scales, once balanced, now shattered. The cosmos cracked open.
The album opens with the ecstatic, erratic “Ten Ton Delirium”, setting the scene for an intrepid 35 minutes. From then on, the band’s chaotic brand of wonk rock shimmies into new wave, glam, big rock riffs (“Bring Me Back from the Black Beyond”), and more atmospheric territories (“Zygote”, “We’ve All Been Cruel”). Their sound has evolved since their debut album, but there is still that darkness, that madness that is undeniably ESOP.
Pitchfork Libra explores the eternal cycle of birth, life, death, and rebirth – a serpent devouring its own tail. From the feverish hysteria of the Dancing Plague of 1518, to the esoteric trials of Robert Anton Wilson’s Chapel Perilous, to fragmented psychological states stitched together with sound, Pitchfork Libra is a descent and an invocation. Ever-present throughout the myth-soaked album is the ghost of Jack Parsons – rocket messiah, sex magician, tragic prophet of the in-between. He was a man suspended between earth and moon, science and sorcery, modernity and myth. His presence is a thread that weaves through the chaos, binding the sacred to the profane.
Pitchfork Libra doesn’t rest – it writhes. And it welcomes YOU with open jaws!Â
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Pitchfork Libra is a ritual disguised as a record. It is arch, it is alchemical and it is the next chapter of the band's musical journey. It begins with the image of the Pitchfork – a weapon raised in revolt, thrust into flesh. Then comes the astrological Libra – the scales, once balanced, now shattered. The cosmos cracked open.
The album opens with the ecstatic, erratic “Ten Ton Delirium”, setting the scene for an intrepid 35 minutes. From then on, the band’s chaotic brand of wonk rock shimmies into new wave, glam, big rock riffs (“Bring Me Back from the Black Beyond”), and more atmospheric territories (“Zygote”, “We’ve All Been Cruel”). Their sound has evolved since their debut album, but there is still that darkness, that madness that is undeniably ESOP.
Pitchfork Libra explores the eternal cycle of birth, life, death, and rebirth – a serpent devouring its own tail. From the feverish hysteria of the Dancing Plague of 1518, to the esoteric trials of Robert Anton Wilson’s Chapel Perilous, to fragmented psychological states stitched together with sound, Pitchfork Libra is a descent and an invocation. Ever-present throughout the myth-soaked album is the ghost of Jack Parsons – rocket messiah, sex magician, tragic prophet of the in-between. He was a man suspended between earth and moon, science and sorcery, modernity and myth. His presence is a thread that weaves through the chaos, binding the sacred to the profane.
Pitchfork Libra doesn’t rest – it writhes. And it welcomes YOU with open jaws!Â
