Wooly Mantis will take you to a time of bombastic sets and mustache hairs. A jam band this good in 2018 will restore your love of grass fields and roach filled beer bottles. That old couch you keep in the garage, smoke stained and cigarette burned. The picture of you from your highschool days when you still had hair, when you're mother would say to you, “Better stop with that coke shit or else I'll boot you out of the house,” and getting booted out of your house—
The sound unfolds, Psychedelia with tides of menace, sprung from a small room down an ordinary college hallway. Student-made posters advertising events, drinking events, video game events, charity events, events where dogs get their hair cut, events where you get to pet a dog. A janitor buffing the floors with a ballcap on and a moustache that shapes his mouth into an abiding frown. Stinking clouds of cologne and perfume and pot and body odour waiting in line for some coffee and worrying about how you missed three classes in a row because you wanted to smoke pot and play Space Invaders. People doing lines of coke in the bathroom. The way the floor would stretch out beneath—
Chlorine and limes
Wooly Mantis, what is that sound?
You mean that sound that sounds like the cutting edge of life?
That’s sounds like polar bears crossing Arctic ice?
That sounds like a wedge of cackling geese in full flight?
That sounds like male walruses diving deep underwater?
That sounds like the wild turkey running on soft ground?
That sounds like beavers chewing trees in the boreal?
That sounds like a black trumpet growing?
That sounds like dogs kissing?
That sounds like grass tumbling or a streams trickle?
That sounds like manatees munching seaweed?
That sound like–
Yes, that’s the sound of Wooly Mantis.
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