The nocturnal elbowing between livid guitars and a sonic, haunted songbird leaves us in a state of nostalgia. Higher planes where we are blinded by the rivers of destination and destiny is slowly prodding us, leading by the horns like an inflamed bull at Pamplona.
We are passengers here abandoned at an irretrievable airport of unknown comforts waiting for the pomp and welfare of all our discontent to descend upon the shallow depths of seas. We are witness to the incomprehensible hours of our waking and as we listen to Everything But The Everything we are submitting to the tumult of inescapable fury that is an abandon of what is sense and beauty, reason and aftermath, noise and light-
We take in the darkness of Everything But The Everything’s “Can’t Allow” and somehow begin to wrestle into the night with an invisible hand much greater than ours. The deepest pit looming over a body of desire like jackals in hunger seething at the mouth.
One starts to believe that beneath the nuances of “Can’t Allow” is a dormant serpent exhausting lives like a parade of neon lights and music. With an almost abrasive sound Everything But The Everything’s “Can’t Allow” is a tentacle arm in the midst of etheric domain, pulling and mutely absorbing enumerable wistful feelings and profoundly reverberating something new.
In the echoes of these profundities we clamor to get a better look at how Everything But The Everything’s “Can’t Allow” elucidates some of the stories of our lives with graying eyes and a sobering tact. The wavy, clashing of guitars and vocals are a magical sigil that ensnares us, we are asked to listen with an open ear and are dearly rewarded for our obeisance. Give Everything But The Everything’s “Can’t Allow” a chance you won’t forget it.
Written by Hari Palacio
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