Foxtail - Leaving (LP)

Soon available in digital and cassettes at Mobile Suits : https://mobilesuits.bandcamp.com/ Foxtail - leaving https://f0x3r-fennec.bandcamp.com/album/leaving https://open.spotify.com/album/5e9QyiHlx6ptCmm31kXt1j Artwork and animation: Flup https://twitter.com/FlupVolta Follow Foxtail here: https://soundcloud.com/foxtail-fennec https://twitter.com/f0x3r_fennec https://f0x3r-fennec.bandcamp.com/ https://www.instagram.com/f0x3r_fennec/ A music story about an anthropomorphic fennec trying to leave the city after witnessing a murder. The door slams at the beginning as I approach the arch, in the distance. I initiate the journey into a world of light and cables that intertwines above my head like a canvas preventing my mind from escaping. Failing to rise, I decided to move forward among the mountains of metal and glass that make up this crowded street. Against the current of spirits that I cross, I rush slowly to break this flow of light that the buildings bear witness to us. The only guide to my journey becomes that little natural twinkle in the starry sky that calls to me like a distant refuge. To reach its height, I will have to descend to the ground composed of something other than steel. My walking has become almost mechanical over time and my body is now a timeless piece in this hologram and neon decor. The simple ticket of this train journey is the opening to my new path. I rush into this glass mouth on a rail. I then sit down observing the passing landscape. Strange feeling to move without moving. Like the rivers of another time, the torrents of concrete roads thread their way among the elevations, not rocky but architectural, and for too long banal, to come to die in any apartments. My sight finally breathes when I discern, in the distance, a few squares of grass and pasture that my prison of speed but also of glass only allow me to admire. My calm sigh accompanies the slowing down of the machine in which I embarked, a sign of the arrival towards what I came to seek. The doors open filling me with hesitation. Is it really a ground of earth that I will tread on? I sink into this expanse of magical darkness where I can finally make out rocks, trees, and stars. My gaze rises to the heavens while my mind returns to the ground to admire this star which seemed crushed but whose apparent freedom, far from the city, intoxicates my vision with an undistorted beauty. I continue my walk without a precise direction, which the streets have implicitly instilled in me but whose freedom of this place has surpassed. The waves of tall grass that the wind sweeps dance in symbiosis with the softness of its music expressing itself in this immense amphitheater that only the sky delimits. I revel in this spectacle that soothes my soul from this red pool that had troubled it before making a half-turn, liberated, towards this work of metal whose natural setting is the perfect canvas to extricate myself from it.