Nu ştiu în ce gen muzical se încadrează. Dar sună ubermenschlich.
Do not spray into eyes, I have sprayed you into my eyes
3:10 pm, Capa pends death, quivers, last rattles, last chokes
All colors and cares glaze to gray, shriveled and stricken to dots
Left hand grasps what the body grasps not, le photographe est mort
“One of the strange things about human desire is that we often don’t know what we want until we find it (or it’s given to us). That was the feeling I had when first listening to the album Hunger and Thirst, the second album by Portland, Oregon’s best kept secret, Typhoon. I was left wondering, “Where has this album been all my life?” It’s exactly what I’ve been looking for, and I don’t think I’m the only one.
Typhoon has been making music together in the Portland house party scene for years, honing their massively epic sound in front of small crowds of intimate friends. This sense of familial, almost religious, intimacy pervades Hunger and Thirst. One wonders what will happen, both to the band and to the listeners, if Typhoon ever receives the broader exposure and following their music deserves.”