Owl of Observation
Teapot of hidden green mountains
Which goes about its days silently.
When valleys collapse on its porcelain back,
it yells for rebirth to come and help it.
And in the meantime it lives simplistically,
and the owl of observation peaks every hour.
It rests within the mother of all forests,
who hovers above and watches it sleep.
It never asks the earth of too much,
except for binding its eyes with the luxury of its nature.
It never asks the earth of too much,
but to share its condolences,
when the valleys collapse on its porcelain back.
Intrik, from Indonesia, offers a six-track EP that’s the perfect blend of woozy, hypnagogic melodies and dreamlike rhythms. Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 5, 2023