A sound hatched and rolled up in the pounding Shure break, then returned
to the channels of cold water surf, washed out and encrusted with sand
witch blazings. Re-emerging again, tales were told tall, as Dogfish
festered and howled, rose up and wagged it’s tail, then defiantly
drifted with a stately being, a mutant of land and sea.
The stories fuzzily, yet firmly flourished - of fish that bark like
trees of fire, and markets men chirping like a burping fish in a barrel
organ donors barrel-aged wet dream.
Recorded live at the “Darkroom Holiday Special Strikes Back”, December 23rd, 2017
(Source: dogfish.bandcamp.com)
