BAND OF THE WEEK: HEY COLOSSUS

Listen: you try to describe the sound of Hey Colossus. You try to summarize an album as un-summarizable as “Cuckoo Live Life Like Cuckoo.”

We don’t have the time. We’re too busy listening to Hey Colossus.

We’re too busy trying to make it all the way through the forty-five minutes of our life that we repeatedly give over to the sounds of “Cuckoo Live Life Like Cuckoo” without finding ourselves breaking out in a cold sweat, trembling, our eyes rolled back toward the back of our head, our third eye squeegeed quite cleanly, our tongue out, out, all the way out.

We’re too busy trying to memorize the lyrics to “Hot Grave.” We’re too busy trying to imagine who wins in the battle between Hey Colossus and Galactus – if Hey Colossus have not Doc Ock, but rather the “Oktave Dokkter” on their side.

We’re too busy trying to figure out if there will be a song more trance-inducing than “How to Tell Time With Jesus” at any point in the next thousand years or so. We’re too busy trying to figure out if we’ve gone cuckoo, or if the sound of this music is really the band channeling “The Sound of Music,” or if “Cuckoo Live Life Like Cuckoo” has simply become one of our favorite things.

We’re too busy – let’s be honest – playing “Color Zen.”

We’re too busy trying to figure out how we’ve reached our advanced age with only recently being introduced to Hey Colossus, some ten years and eight albums in to their trip. We’re too busy trying to figure out if that means we’re now going to have to resolve ourselves to moving through their back catalog, and whether there’s any chance we’ll survive that particular journey.

We’re too busy wondering what was wrong with the brown acid, anyway.

Listen: you try to describe the sound of Hey Colossus.

“Cuckoo Live Life Like Cuckoo” is available now from MIE. We are not responsible for what happens after you’ve been exposed to Hey Colossus, nor before. 

“Resolve to serve no more, and you are at once freed. I do not ask that you place hands upon the tyrant to topple him over, but simply that you support him no longer; then you will behold him, like a great Colossus whose pedestal has been pulled away, fall of his own weight and break in pieces.” 

― Étienne de La Boétie, “Discourse on Voluntary Servitude“