"'Things are a mess; nobody can even agree whether we're fighting the commies or something else. But the box at Chernobyl - Project Koschei - the doors are open, Roger. We orbited a Keyhole-eleven over it and there are tracks, leading west. The PLUTO strike didn't stop it - and nobody knows what the fuck is going on in WarPac country. Or France, or Germany, or Japan, or England.'
... 'Koschei is loose, Roger. They fucking woke the thing. And now they can't control it. Can you believe that?'
'I can believe that.'"
- from "A Colder War" (2000), by Charles Stross
lyrics
The looming shapes across the bay
See them move like apparitions in the haze
Hear the voices from afar
bring the tides of a colder war,
bearing maps of stars and arms from a different age
Uneuclidian spires rise in an alien place
Foreign constellations shine on an ailing race
And the open gates will carry us away
to God-knows-where way out there
And our minds will fly to the edge of an alien sky
never to wake
Hearing sounds below the waves of a helium sea
Training guns upon a foe they will never defeat
Praying psalms inside the heart of a dreaming beast
Sweetly melancholy bedroom pop is rarely as actually vulnerable and personal as it is in this Australian artist's hands. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 21, 2018