Shimmer - High Gloss by Drop Medium Recording Technologies published on 2017-06-26T17:15:45Z Pre-order Shimmer: https://dropmedium.bandcamp.com/album/shimmer The shutter opens and you enter the hall still unconvinced you’re dreaming, sopping and acidic from the rain outside. You seldom. dream except in red tones of jealousy and never in 3rd person. Plus, you think, “I’m glistening”. The dark of the hall is thick and grinning. You’re thinking of bats and blind women who count stairs as you extend a dripping foot forward. In a flash the senses crush: Moment! Moment! Moment! Moment! You smell crushed velvet on your tongue and thunder itches in your eyes. Instant! Instant! Instant! Instant! In the lifetime of light erupting from who’s pores you see the glittering extentiousness of the space- sea storms impaled on a blistering sun climb the walls and freeze to an insane reflectivity instantly on your noticing. The light sonicbooming ecstatic across your skin’s surfaces mounts the virgin retina like the first animals crawling now and forever out of the opacity of water onto the glistering sand, shedding their shame with their gills and taking their first maniacal breath. The light! The light! The light! The light sings the voice in the tones of an imploding church organ. She’s there on the other side of the instant performing the dance where the drear old insect frustration and the blind unpitiable exuberance tangle like children in the glassy dirt behind the diorama walls. A fighting or a fucking dance? A toast to sleep or waking? She turns her crystal grin to you, her lips the mouth of a living cave to eat the light, stalactite laugh punching amethyst through your wrists, the vision irresistible, beckons to your hungry fluids, the light’s temptation singing though your viscera- Shutter closes and the dark crawls the walls again. “Oh yes”, you think, “I’ve been here before”. Though who’s to say exactly when? Who’s to say whether the walls are mirrored or if that’s really you on the other side, one hand manipulating the spotlight pointed straight at your eyes, the other held across your face, a shield from the bright?