Listen to these instrumentals. There are no words or vocals on this album. There is also no guitar work of any kind used for these songs. It was meant to be dedicated to many a different person and for many different reasons throughout it's conception. However, things just changed and changed; and as I am the maker of this music, I am not too much at liberty to explain that halfway through this project (not too many months ago) I was attacked and struck from behind within an alley in the night. My attacker/s used both fists and a metal pipe to hurt me. I was said by witnesses, to have been struck upwards of thirty times. And though I walked away with three broken ribs and two broken feet, the majority of my wounds were to my head. upon defending myself by retrieving the weapon from one of these men and afterwards seeking out help, I found a stranger, frightened that stranger, which in turn started another conflict and landed me in jail. I am lucky. People came together and rescued me. People have been rescuing me ever since. And after a bit of therapy and physical recovery I chose to come back at this album even harder than I'd planned to from the beginning. ( if forced to make any dedications in regard to this album, I suppose I'd have to honor my late grandmother's dog, Sandy.' Sandy the tiny fat football dog; with just three functioning legs, the all too human eyes and the asshole which was non-existent... So that Sandy shat more than he ate and he whined and cried more than he shat and so you couldn't take him anywhere but for all of his shitting directly in your path of travel...and you couldn't leave him anywhere alone, but for the fact that he was old and frightened and that he just couldn't help but shit himself. It's folks like you that keep us going, Sandy. Perhaps I never told ya I loved you enough.) On the other hand... this work is for you. All of you. I hope you enjoy it. As was noted, there are no words nor guitar strings used for this collection of songs. I simply had been on the verge of needing a break from the sounds I was used to creating- after all of this, what with dog shit and bruises for life... I'd realized I truly needed a break from myself and all I'd known or really thought of in regard to most people places and things in the world. So here is panic language. I thank you for taking the time to read this information, for listening to these songs and for reflecting with me. Take care. R
credits
released August 18, 2018
PanicLanguage: The universe is full; all things are members. Speech they have: Bid them speak. You be the recorder of their words. || Such is Panic language, the first language. What does the bird say? The beast? The stars? The sun? All? It is their souls speaking. Hear the soul, and repeat it. This light leads you to origin.
-All music arranged by Rory Gannon.
-Performed by Rory Gannon.
-Recorded by Rory Gannon.
-Mastered by Terrance Robinson/thad wenatchee
Expansive guitar pop harkens back to Creation Records bands with tripped out psychedelic stylings paired with groovy, pulsing rhythms. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 10, 2018