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by Lack The Low

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Rushlight 04:13
I won’t go out anymore I can’t feel strong, I can’t even say it Where I belong, you’ve made it impossible I’ll stay hidden when nothing will come of looking toward the sky, when the cards are all stacked against me Does this sound naive? Would it break my image to be shown admitting I don’t know which way is up, or who I can trust? You seem to have written it all in advance So tell us how your crown weighs so heavy You say, “just make good work” as though the proof will always be in just deserts, as though the cream will rise in coffee you have already thrown out You say “befriend your heart” while in the other hand your mind creates a box in which your heart can pace around and never see the sun You say, “the sun’s a moon” and so I must agree; the sun’s a rushlight over mountain tops, so much as ask and we would jump right off Or speak in tongues to our own mothers, right or wrong, and in the end what does it matter if our lives are any better; you have won
Try not to look upon a road with judging eyes and find yourself wanting I’d like to knuckle down and know that in the end it all was worth it Envy is a true north guiding you down the road but only if you don’t look too closely Astringent tastes are there to remind you that the prize is not the fruit of one’s labour Here’s a bouquet of flowers for all the ones you chose who weren’t me – look at them now! With velvet blackness overhead A hard road takes you to the place Where justice is the sharpest knife Where courage never comes too late You follow me through fields of green We tremble at the breaking light I’ll faithfully say I wouldn’t change A moment of this gift of life The fates may sew me into place And like a child I’ll hold each thread And not see where my fingers end Or where the universe begins Away Watch it dissolve away Cast your demons away
I choose to be grateful I choose to be humbled by this experience I choose to be flexible like all those trees in proverbs that don’t lose branches in a storm And that weight is so heavy But I choose to be happy And though you may try to break me, I am a woman of strength, I choose to take it lightly Your whole passage through life needn’t be so serious If you’re too serious, you may just miss it Go buy some flowers Send a get well card Breathe in the fresh air Go walk in the park And knit a jumper And greet your neighbours And take the bins out And read the papers Now take it lightly Now tread so lightly Now speak so lightly Now breathe so lightly Now be so lightly
Saturn 05:25
Taking a breath, taking a breath You know the way, you know the way Stop breaking your back, breaking your back You have permission to waste the day You have permission to lie down in the sun You are allowed to not have a plan You are allowed to sleep when the day is done Life doesn’t have to be this hard You can’t perfect your way out of pain All things deserve to be happy and free May you be safe and protected May you be happy and peaceful May you be healthy and strong May you be at ease May you be free from stress and anxiety You know, there are others who suffer in this way; you are not the only one For whatever it is you are feeling right now, may you hold this too with kindness
Small windows are here to remind you of what you have left behind Every choice made is sacrifice; you’ve had so much to give How to count all of the blessings unnumbered and overlooked? What could you give that could erase all the wishes you once held dear? Close all the windows. Who do you live for? Is your image of self a transparency? Water acquiesces, but in time, erodes its foundation The cup who overfloweth no longer has its own agency No longer a special thing with substance and definition Close all the windows. Your lullaby to cradle once was a destiny to behold You once were a deep well of spirit, with a future to create Now your deepest truth is a secret that will never be told Secrets untold are forgotten, and in time, evaporate Close all the windows.
Brigid 06:10
So wintry, this particular brand of loneliness, and rugging up won’t help it So wintry, this particular sigh of weariness, in clouds of condensation Warmth is for children who want to grow strong But that kind of season won’t last for too long So wintry, this particular fear of ruddy cheeks, of muddy steps on the carpet So wintry, this particular dread of olfactory Repress those sweet old memories Hold out your womb at arms length and don’t cry Being hysterical won’t help you survive So wintry, this particular ache A pregnancy in joints suggesting rainfall So wintry this particular migraine A truth the heart of every mother cries out: Sickness is freedom to finally lie down Count backwards, count backwards from ten and numb out Don’t worry your pretty head Don’t go where the fields are green Don’t open the door to life Rain won’t come, nor hail, nor shine Don’t open the door to life Don’t open the door.


Art As Catharsis is proud to announce the release of Lack The Low’s God-Carrier, a record brazenly pushing the boundaries of avant-pop.

Returning with a swathe of rich, textured melodies, Kat Hunter’s experimental pop project Lack The Low reaches new heights on God-Carrier. Listeners have drawn comparisons between her and Anna Meredith, These New Puritans, Joanna Newsom, Son Lux and Olga Bell -and considering Hunter’s impressive vocal ability and her flourishing compositions, it’s easy to understand why. Every lyric simmers with feeling, every track heaves with urgency – it’s a record as commanding as a riptide, with enough strength to draw you under in each fleeting moment.

“There are a lot of fun and challenging vocal parts in this record, but I think the biggest changes over the last few years have been in my approach to production.” says Hunter. “I took a lot of time developing my recording, producing and mixing skills for this record. I also used a lot more synths and guitars and it has a more refined feel overall.”

As the first single from God-Carrier, The Sharpest Knife is a striking, well-paced composition hooking warmly in the ear. Rising with a powerful crescendo, the track is characterised by shifts in tempo which keep the listener off-guard and curious. Fuzzed bass, catchy beats and vocal melodies flutter gracefully off a track that simmers with both warping and glowing textures – majestic and obscuring in its own intricacy.

“The Sharpest Knife sets up a conceptual theme which runs through the record,” says Hunter, “which is that of centring the importance of being receptive, being flexible, and finding a sense of equanimity and ease. It’s a concept that came up briefly in One Eye Closed but is much more fully developed in God-Carrier. Specifically, I’m exploring ideas around envy and the pressure we put on ourselves to achieve external goals. It was partly inspired by a quote from the Bhagavad Gita: ‘You have the right to work, but for the work's sake only. You have no right to the fruits of work. Desire for the fruits of work must never be your motive in working’.”

Following the release of her debut One Eye Closed, Hunter has developed a reputation from critics for her stunning voice and an approach to song-writing that leaves listeners pondering the nature of form and existentialism.

God-Carrier is a continuation of the depth that listeners have come to expect from her, something that surpasses standards of composition and in lyricism. The record truly pushes the envelope for Australian pop sensibilities, and is a must-hear for lovers of electronica and powerful vocals.

Lack The Low’s God-Carrier is out 11 March on Art As Catharsis.


released March 11, 2022

All tracks written, performed, recorded and mixed by Kat Hunter
Mastered by Becki Whitton

Kat Hunter: vocals, keys, guitar, violin, cello, programming
Adam Betts: drums (tracks 1 & 4)
Bobby Eggleston: drums (tracks 2, 5 & 6)
Jeremy Diffey: clarinets (tracks 1 & 2)

Album artwork by Jeff Andersen Jr

Warmest thanks to Nikk Hunter, Rob Eggleston, Becki Whitton and the Provenance Collective for your unwavering help and support.


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Lack The Low Melbourne, Australia

Lack the Low is Kat Hunter, a composer, producer and multi-instrumentalist from Melbourne, Australia.

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