Blue Sky Black Death

Blue Sky Black Death has always been a go to when nothing else sounds good. When your foot is on the brake, your car is already in reverse and you just can't seem to find anything that will make perfect your only time alone all fucking day.

Times of indecision or frustration normally force you to settle on something you know will guide you through without a wince, something you've relied on in the past. It's like there isn't any new and exciting porn on the internets so you just type in "77 topless broads on a trampoline in slow motion being sprayed with an oil gun".

What?

Fuck you. Like you haven't typed that into the googles when you're running out of time and/or softening.

Asshole.

Anywayzzzzzzzzzzz...

Blue Sky Black Death are purveyors of eerie comfort. You can smile and cry in the same breath. You notice the beauty around you and keep your good eye on the evil underneathe. You're simultaneously thankful for what you have and destined to shed anyone's blood to get what's next on your list. It's a sunny day in front of me and a sporadic thunderous rain cloud behind me.

What I imagine myself listening to on my death bed is probably one of things that I listen to to make myself feel most alive. NOIR isn't anything other than exactly what BSBD do perfectly in creating cinematic soundtracks with layer upon layer of gorgeous, and sometimes haunting, instrumentation and percussion.

There probably aren't any standout tracks upon first listen, but after my fourth time through, I am addicted to Swords From Driftwood. Blippy but when paired with an organic violin, it's fucking 3D porn. The natural act of cock in puss, but alongside Tron lights and motorbicycles zooming by. Yes, I just typed that.

NOIR is exactly what a crisp Spring morning deserves, but I can honestly tell you it would fit perfectly into your late night smoke sessions as well.

IF YOU STILL DO THAT shit YOU DIRTY fucking HIPPIE!

YOU'RE ALL A BUNCH OF fucking DIRTY HIPPIES HUH? PATCHOULI STANKIN' ASS ASSCLOWNS!