Christopher Brett Bailey

Clouds of haze and crumbling walls of transcendent noise, Kissing The Shotgun Goodnight is a neo-noir fever dream and 120 decibel suicide note. A juggernaut of music-theatre that eschews conventional narrative in favour of broken words, futurist soundscapes and dark psychedelia. Elliptical, nihilistic sci-fi poetry gives way to a shifting sea of sonic textures and hallucinatory lighting.

Three musicians, piano corpses and the violent poetry of a disembodied voice. A gleeful howl from
the armpits of hell. A nocturnal meditation crooned into the swollen abyss. Soothing drones and
crushing metal, swamps of feedback and pools of reverb, klattering rhythms and throbbing bass.
A return to the womb for those who wish they could crawl back inside mother to hide.

Recommended for those with an aural fixation. No kids. No dogs. No storyline.