One listen but rewound in some parts.

I think this is okay. I spent too much time trying to describe the song and doing so in a clumsy way. I feel like toward the end my writing improved by a significant amount, but perhaps it was too late.

Bark Psychosis’ “Absent Friend” is from Hex.

I hope you enjoy.

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A low ring along with a steady beat. Guitar seems to lazily drift on and around whilst something that sounds like accordion rises and falls with a kind of yearning. Vocals approach and the whole form changes whilst keeping similarity. There’s a softness in the words as bass now moves up and down, seemingly slipping in and out. Guitar rings out in places and keys seemingly do the same.

A moment that seems like it’s meant to be large comes in quiet and carries something fond. Perhaps it is reminiscence and in the space it allows guitar floats more than earlier. Bass comes in and draws a little slower and longer, and percussion remains steady.

Low brass appears, or at least what sounds like brass, for it could also be guitar. It is low and seems almost disassembled. Vocals are there as though in a tube now, and various sounds appear at the edges and come in as the bass moves up and down and the percussion remains steady, but then it all stops and that accordion sound returns, draws long.n Other sounds touch on parts of the melody, and guitar returns to its drifting.

A tenderness comes in through the minimalism and through the sounds keeping their carefulness dreaming grows long in all directions and things just seem to float away. The yearning and fondness is there, and maybe there’s a closing there somewhere once the percussion ends. The guitar continues on and something seems to hit hard; not with aggression, but it’s just a hard hit that sinks into the chest, and the idea of scenes flicker on by as this happens. Memories are there in order and yet still feel scattered, but they are there and they make sense and they hold something special. They are, of course the past and they are a series that has to come to an end but for now, on every note and every sound that rises in and hums in a high pitch they unending.

They are as present as they are past, but of course memories change over time. We remember some of the details but ever so slightly the events around them may shift, and how we remember them too, but the longing and fondness remains. They remain as vibraphone comes in and all fades out, and they too stop at the song’s end.