Uboa - A Body, Shapeless and Divine (announcement) (old version)

So over the last two weeks, in desperation, I made a thing - "All the Dead Melt Down As Rain".

Cover by me - collage (magazine cuttings, knife scrapes, incense ash, pen, whiteout + digital colouring/editing/text post-scan), done late 2024. Yes, the new Patreon header is based on this work.
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Depending on what you prefer to call things, it is a mini-LP or an EP, being 32 minutes and 5 songs, it straddles between the two. I've been mostly stuck in my house, bored, sad and sick. I needed something to keep me going, and I ended up doing this (yes, instead of all the other things I said I'd do, like the collective noise and a bunch of remixes - this ended up kinda possessing me out of desperation. Likewise, I'll try and get back to those things when I am mentally up for it). The rest of the record is far more noisey and droney, with only one song I could consider musical. It has some resemblance to The Sky May Be, The Apple of Every Eye and The Origin (especially the final track, a spiritual sequel to "Detransitioning" - which wasn't expected, since I never wanted to retread that path. Sometimes making a song is like opening a portal ... you never know what comes out. Turns out the portal went to the hell-dimension from Event Horizon.)

Here is the second song from the release, "A Body, Shapeless and Divine". It is mostly cut up noise and screams. It is not an easy listen. The lyrics were written years ago in a poetry journal (and were used in a previous noise diary entry in a less-complete form, but I feel they are better used here), so the context is as mysterious to you as it is to me - I suspect the girl in question is myself. Or a former lover. I have no idea, and I kinda don't want to know. It disturbs me too. This release is full of mysteries, mostly due to memory loss, brain fog and tapping straight into the unconscious. It was mostly written based on improvised jams, then edited over the last two weeks. I found not overthinking things helps - not that thinking is something I can do well with the brain fog anyway.

This song in particular features' lulu on junk percussion, I believe using the samples recorded previously. This might be the final mix, currently awaiting feedback (yes, including here - and for my ears to get less tired. Feel free to give mix notes).

Yet to figure out how/when to release this (ideally ASAP), as awaiting feedback from The Flenser. The idea was this to be on the paid tier. I am giving you this song anyway because I've just been itching to get something out there - anything - while stuck in POTS purgatory.
Or hell. This song sounds more like hell.

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A Body, Shapeless and Divine


she smells like burnt lavender

floating in tepid water as
brown as smeared shit
her fresh scabs are scraped away
when she peels her gym clothes off
blue icicle eyes fall and impale
a stare that freezes milk and piss
she licks the heavens like ice cream
and all the dead melt down as rain
her skin peels off like band-aids
flesh evaporates until thin
like leprosy rebranded
A body carved until shapeless
And divine
humid factories abandoned
overgrown with human hair
roses cleft bisexually
lavender burnt scentless
makeup melts
like glaciers
And fills this ocean with you

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Here is the full collage, and if there is a tape, it will be the cover. Yes, I am normal.

Happy birthday to me. My mid-30s have been very strange. You can download it below if you want. Just be aware this may not be the final mix (and thus I cbf doing metadata on the mp3).