Fie Kesh is a psychedelic masterwork. Deafman's opening guitar riff made me think of the intro to that old Pearl Jam song "Can't be what you want because you're free." PT > PJ
For those who enjoyed this, the "unofficial" demo album that eventually became Stupid Dream, which contains this version of Even Less, is titled Ambulance Chasers. It also has, in my opinion, better versions of Tinto Brass, Don't Hate Me, and other songs. It is available to download as FLAC if you know where to look.
I'm tired of weakness Tired of my feet of clay I'm tired of days to come I'm tired of yesterday And all the worn out words that I ever said Now it's much too late The truth stays in my head Life in general Goes on indifferently Another glass of dust In front of my TV Put on a clean shirt And an old pair of shoes Face the shrinking day With nothing left to lose So Pariah you'll dig in again That's comfort to you It's up to you now So the day will begin again That's comfort to me It's up to me now I'm still here and I will live again That's comfort to me And I'm empty of history and soul
I was there. During that time PT had more fans in Poland then anywhere else. Steven is still remember, who was with Him since beginning, since early 90s. This is why this album was created. It was concert for Polish Radio.
Sunlight coming through the haze No gaps in the blind, to let it inside The bed is unmade, some music still plays TV, yeah, it's always on A flicker on the screen, a movie actress screams I'm basking in the shit, flowing out of it I'm stoned in the mall again Terminally bored, shuffling round the stores And shoplifting is getting so last year's thing Xbox is a god to me A finger on the switch, my mother is a bitch My father gave up ever trying to talk to me Don't try engaging me The vaguest of shrugs, the prescription drugs You'll never find, a person inside My face is mogadon Curiosity, has given up on me I'm tuning out desires, the pills are on the rise How can I be sure I'm here? The pills that I've been taking confuse me I need to know that someone sees that There's nothing left, I simply am not here I'm through with pornography The action is tame, the acting is lame Explicitly dull, arousal annulled Your mouth should be boarded up Talking all day, with nothing to say Your shallow proclamations, all misinformation My friend says he wants to die He's in a band, they sound like Pearl Jam The clothes are all black, the music is crap In school I don't concentrate And sex is kinda fun but just another one Of all the empty ways of using up a day How can I be sure I'm here? The pills that I've been taking confuse me I need to know that someone sees that There's nothing left, I simply am not here
I had forgotten about this song, the ending hit as hard as it hit the first time I listened to it when it was released... Hard not to cry, it really gives me a nostalgic vibe
This master is amazing 😱 I listened to it for weeks before commenting on it. Incredible how the musical arrangements were deepened, I adore how the main voice feels much broader and closer, the impeccable guitars (The acoustic ones have always been too beautiful but here you feel like the sound resonates in your chest), the choruses that were Before, distant people take possession of the atmosphere of the song, which is almost a trip between desire and dream. From minute 2:50 to 3:25 now you feel more the intention of what the song wants, which is to make an invitation to sink into the interiority of the other. It's been a long time since I was excited about the masters, almost all of them do not amplify the qualities and virtues of the original theme, therefore you continue to prefer it but this explodes with beauty, a lot of precision and logic, without a doubt the benefits of Wilson being a consecrated nerd are reflected in this work.
Mr Barbieri said in an interview if it wasn't for Steve, Porcupine Tree,Probable would have been the next Tangerine Dream ,now that would be interesting up in Thetford Forest at a 90`s rave festival
I cant imagine how it was created in 1999. Russia On Ice would change my mind forever if I listened it in 1999, even now its masterpiece. Damn, eternal music, eternal band
