Skism Somebody’s Baby CD
In Plato’s Allegory of the Cave, he uses the conceit of prisoners chained up inside a cave since birth, who know nothing of the outside world. From inside their confinement, they see shadows cast by other objects passing in front of a fire. For the prisoners, who have known nothing else, these shadows represent their reality. For them, this is absolute truth, despite these only being replications, images of the objects; a poor rendering of true reality. SKISM is a shitty shadow on a shittier cave wall. It sounds like punk music that was written for a sitcom. To borrow a phrase from the great Bill Shankly, if SKISM was playing at the bottom of my garden, I’d draw the curtains. Shite.
