I am a victim of mesmerism. Uncanny Dandelions
(naturally) invade my senses; sometimes I inhale their seed pods by accident
when I’m gearing up to blow them. Sometimes I absorb the sounds from their
cassette tape into my ears. It’s a situation; in this one or any other, I’m
fully zoned.
Uncanny Dandelions is K. Trujillo, who fits
broken pieces together and glues or tapes them (or whatever) and plays them
back to see what happens. Gravel
Scavengers is an SOS on the wind, a false-color negative masquerading as a
mixtape. Trujillo bends emotional response to their whims, luring in the
unsuspecting, catching them in their uncanny, dandelion-y trap. Squirm all you
want, it’s in your bloodstream.
Uncanny is right, nothing eases itself, mostly
lemon-sour tendrils. You can eat dandelion salad with lemon poppyseed dressing
anyway, so do the right thing. Take a big honkin’ bite and shiver with the
overwhelming tang before it curdles into something tangier. Get low, all the
way low, feel the pulse as it shudders. You can feel it pounding in your ears,
your ear’s to the ground, you can feel it pounding from miles away.
Whatever you do, don’t break this spell.
https://uncannydandelions.bandcamp.com/
https://orbtapes.bandcamp.com/
--Ryan
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