Vice laboratory is a probe into my vices. Vices which I've been coping with more or less successfully, but also those with which I've lost many fights. Some of them you might know from your own experience, some of them you might not perceive as vices at all.
Behind the windows of the laboratory room a Blizzard of Storms rages. Just like my mind sometimes manifests anger and rage, emotions hard to tame, this wild natural force needs to pass and eventually fade. Emotional instability lies in the box on the floor, labeled High Elusive. Examined and contained. Past Perfect Fluid, spread on the table, this sticky paste, extract of nostalgia, past memories and tendencies, hinders from moving forward. Memories brought the object of self-centeredness, Ballerina Box, there on the shelf she postures. Giver unknown. As complex as it gets, Touch Sensor Circuit needs to be hacked. Decipher the touchiness and prickliness. As churches boast their towers across village landscapes, Lonely Spire stands out solitarily, reclusively. It watches over a feathered vertebrate performing its Hummingbird Reaction, imperatively forcing insistence.
The first LP from nightlife cornerstone Melissa Maristuen, aka Doc Sleep, turns away from the dancefloor and toward the personal. Bandcamp Album of the Day Mar 21, 2023