#Swans lunacy plus

#Swans lunacy plus

The half hour plus long title track is totally kicking my ass right now, and listening to the title track is more akin to witnessing some tribal dance from afar just out of complete view of what the natives are doing around the bonfire as they twist and undulate and shout and sing their hyper religious exhortations and pleading “The Seer” feels completely animalistic and more akin to a shamanic exercise than a rock song, and by the time the over thirty minute monster finishes, you feel emotionally spent as Gira and company furiously tortured the various instruments that they used to conjure this hysterical fervor. I will not spend time comparing this record to anything else that the band has done, suffice it to say that you can certainly elements of every era of Swans woven throughout the DNA of The Seer as if Gira, Westerberg, and company decided to throw in the kitchen sink here I mean, The Seer is over two hours long and threatens to consume me while I am listening to it here for the second time in a row (yeah 4 hours straight of The Seer is just what I need right now). You see, Michael Gira’s music has always touched a raw and primal nerve somewhere deep in my psyche (particular the early, more overtly visceral slabs) so, breaking into and listening to The Seer is an act akin to mainlining the emotions and rhythms that Swans lay out there for the album. This is the third review of this that I am writing and the first two were these rather objective and staid ruminations on the music that The Seer contains, but both of those were completely false and void of any possible feeling, making the words empty and worthless to anyone who would read either one in anyway I threw them both out and decided to do what Lester Bangs did, grab this fucker by the balls and tell you people exactly what I really feel from this Swans record because that might at least be interesting to skim over by a reader.