One listen for this one.
There were parts where I was thinking about what I was writing and parts where I went more into stream-of-conscious and I think it shows, but that’s fine.

I think overall what I wrote covers the song well, but there are parts where it doesn’t cover it well enough.

Blind Idiot God’s “Wheels of Progress” is from their album Before Ever After.

I hope you enjoy.

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Guitar and bass pummel away rapidly, slow down. Percussion charges on underneath. They pummel away rapidly, slow down. Once more but with a sense of changing direction, and once more familiar to how it started.

A moment of pause and guitar stretches before spreading. Percussion strikes and bass follows suit, and seemingly fans out in response, casting over and around the form. It’s almost a response and a reflection of sorts, and the striking of percussion through it all is precise, as are all the sounds and notes and pieces.

All move with each other and crash and roll and seemingly rise and move forward, shifting and changing whilst remaining steady.

Back to the guitar and bass playing out their moments in parts and back to the percussion playing and striking through it all. Sounds roar and move low, and it highlights moments along a vast expanse confined within a thin moment. It roars and bites and grinds and it looks inward, but it keeps moving.

Moving together, rising and crashing and rolling, moving forward, ringing out and stretching across as an expanse. Moving within each other and moving separate, keeping familiar but changing.

The sounds loosen and pulse and heave. They drag out and move back and forth in waves… in circulations. They come forward warm and low and they rumble and thunder on. Then they clear and the guitar and bass play out into this new space, seemingly alone and angular. Whispers of percussion here and there and a sense of sadness comes across. A sense of loss, perhaps.

More space comes in and after a few last notes a rumbling and strike from which percussion and bass rise up from. Things are picking up once more. Things are returning to a thundering shape across a clear landscape. There is heaving in the sound and in the sky and it cracks across through clear fuzz.

Once more everything builds up and guitar and bass pummel away, rapidly, slow down. Percussion charges on underneath and after enough passes the guitar stretches out alone and singular before it and the song ends.