Thought you might be interested in reading the inside sleeve story for Mars Stomp to Earth, Criniscule's first album.
Mars Stomp to Earth: the story
Sitting at a road-side cafe, an eye noticed, the bodies move about; from left-to-right and right-to-left. In a blur they move as if warped in a slow movie: yawning mouths with dripping eyes of delight. Like stomping beasts they high-step their way to Sisyphus Mountain tops; destinations of nothing.
Lazy days, melting in the summer sun, they come: one-by-one. Breathing deep and slow as if gasping for life. The drag of inhale leaves them heavy and weighted, muted and desperate. Stomping in slow, crushing beats; landing human defeat.
As if on a casual mission of predator domination, determined to move, the eye makes its way around the bend. The beasts cry as if sirens in the night, "There is no escape!" All creatures are in flight.
