“PTSD is a relatively new term, but emotional trauma has been cataloged in various ways and gone by many names over time — soldier’s heart, railway spine, shell shock, battle fatigue, hysterical neurosis…”—Flashbacks and Traumatic Stress - NYTimes.com
In both places he keeps a set of tools for microscopic work — tiny files coated with diamond powder, screwdrivers with infinitesimally small heads, a miniature diamond saw — and palettes of oils of varying viscosities that he applies with a needle. To confirm that a watch is keeping good time, a machine performs the equivalent of an electrocardiogram, spitting out a paper line drawing.
“The album has a similar atmosphere of edgy languor and enervated disquiet to xx (“poliça” means “urgent action”, or thereabouts, in Polish), which Leanagh admits is the corollary of the songs being about the usual love carnage (she recently got divorced), plus attendant feelings of puzzlement and existential despair. She explained: “The recurring theme of this record is, ‘What in the hell just happened?’, and ‘who in the hell am I anyways?’” As for Olson, the project’s mastermind, he’s saying nothing: the dishevelled majordomo and lugubrious Twin Cities scenester only agreed to talk about the project with a local radio journalist if he wasn’t photographed, and if he could digitally disguise his voice.”—New band of the day – No 1,210: Poliça | Music | guardian.co.uk (via marrina)
Her first move, it must be said, was devastating. Straddling my legs with her knees on my chair, she flicked her long blonde hair over the top of my head so that the two of us were now in a sort of dark, warm tent, eye to eye.