Father has been studying the darkened clouds forming over the outlands for some time now. His son is standing next to him as he silently examines the skys. Something was off, he noticed it at first glance. His initial unease has been growing into restrained fear. His nerves are telling him something is coming, coming from the east. Can it be? No, it couldn't, it has been seven years now. Yet his olfactory senses have never betrayed him and in the air, it is unmistakable, is a trace of that putrid smell of death and decay that has haunted him in his dreams for so long now. That stench, he knows, can come from only one being, a force of monstrous proportions. There is no time to waste. The necessary precautions have to be made. He solemnly turns to his youngun: "Son, get the garlic and the wooden stakes.
Amorphati is back."
And thus endeth my tribute to the return of the enigmatic Amorphati! Man, i'm really excited you've decided to contribute! Those two minutes Jeff posted are wicked fresh. I'm actually amazed and frightened by how fantastic they sound. I'm looking forward to hearing more!
1 comment:
Great Minute Iwan! I keep listening it again and again along with "Something Familiar" as they seem linked to me. But while SF is about a sort of nostalgic southern Europ reminiscence (to me!), this one is about uncertainty of the future in the same part of Europe. I like the stall in this one, great style!!
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