"For her upcoming EP Swan Meat has built on the “fleshy amalgam” of her visceral club music sound, molding it “into a monster both terrifying and lush”. Her new poems evoke the cyborg imaginary of organic and technological references that are scattered throughout FLESHWORLD, from which two singles ‘SUCKLING’ and ‘LITERALLY SEETHING’ have been released. In her remix of the former single premiering today titled ‘SUCKLING GROWN’, Swan Meat delivers a dystopian techno warehouse anthem, closing the loop between her written and musical practices by incorporating spoken word from her poems into the track’s closing textures." - AQNB
SUCKLING
The impulse response,
The echo is the subject
Swallow a vowel
Swallow appleseed quarternote
A piece of music is a coughdrop shattered on wood paneling
And barefoot —
The sharp toward softness
Incisor buries self in Laffy Taffy
Tongue in navel
Lagoon for pixies trailing fruit flies on humanhair leashes
with clever little eggsacs
& how they hover like clouds
Over coastline of flesh & lanugo
Crown of ash & molar
This heft of milk: crab’s canon whirling
My plenitude of greyest matter
My sweetest dumbest angel
The splayed butterfly of hunger
One frequency modulating nectar
The tusk I drive into the song is a needle
Darning minnows’ heart
The song is the stem of the lungs sprouting wings & fungi
Here I am wringing
my spleen again into rows & rows of keycaps
So greasy they might come
loose if only to laugh at me, at me
& flake rapidly as cotton candy
Or spliced MIDI
Beak of crow Bobbed dog’s tail
A voice inside a wasps’ nest calling
Song of crushed glass A kick drum inside-out
Is actually an ocarina
in a dungeon on Fleshworld
Where even the bats are DJs
But they’ve slept for years now. Don’t worry
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