Perfect Circle

I had read about Adam & The Fish-eyed Poets on the Moopcity blog (there is place in this country and in the world for this band – they’re too good not to) a few months back. What monumental lapse of reason it was that took me as long as this to give them a listen is a mystery to me. But sooner mended. And so on to their sophomore effort ‘Dead Loops’.

What struck me first was the gravelly, emotive voice of the singer. Reminded me a bit of Kim Carnes (don’t kill me) in the delivery and Bruce Springsteen. I’m not sure if Springsteen is an influence, but there seemed to be a nod to him – intentional or otherwise – on ‘Purgatory City’ when the lead sings ‘lt’s a freight train running through the muck between my ears’, reminiscent of a line in ‘I’m On Fire’. But the more you listen to their music, all comparisons thin to ephemera.

This album is the antithesis of the change-the-world idealism of wannabe heroes. It yanks you down with sickening force to the stark reality of a world of compromises, of formerly bright eyes dulled to defeat, of weary acceptance. This is an album of tales, of a young man ‘forced to react at 24; should have been an engineer but what do I know’, of the creep who revels in the knowledge of being hated by all and in the power he wields over them :

now my wife she hates me 
and I don’t blame her so 
she had to leave the man she loved 
for some privileged schmuck 
that her folks would approve of… 

…and I impose my will 
I’m ever so cruel but I try to be subtle 
‘cos I am her bossman… oh yeah 

now my daughter looks like the milkman 
and she hates me as well

But perhaps nothing captures the mood of this album quite as well as the scary reality expressed in ‘Little Man’:

and my first assignment was a fisherman’s daughter 
who took a lease on a small body of water 
she was orphaned at 15 with a family to feed 
was just a matter of time before she fell behind 
60 % yea that’s what the book says 
60 % or they’ll have your head 
they sent a bunch of thugs to get her 
but she was already dead so I’ll just tell myself 

that I can’t upset the order 
or question the chain of command 
I’m a replaceable cog that can’t afford to lose his job 
so the good lord will have to understand 

that I’m just a little man

If that isn’t a bucket of ice-cold water on somnolence , what is?

While the poets and Adam on the first two  albums were essentially by just one man, singer-songwriter Kishore Krishna recording all the songs at his home, they’re now a 4-man act getting ready for their third album. Me, I haven’t even got around to the first. I’m so stuck in a dead loop.

Both albums are available  as free downloads on Bandcamp in multiple formats (I love Bandcamp for that) at



  1. Rowdy Randy says:

    Good job. I totally love your writing because you use words like “ephemeral” and “antithesis”. That must mean that you’re really smart. I can’t imagine a good album review without the word “somnolence” in it.


    1. DyingNote says:

      That’s one way of writing a review. Another of many would be to reduce a piece of music to trash and the producer of that music (perhaps you wouldn’t call it that) to the state of a worm. What’s your style? Anyway, if those 3 words are all that you found noteworthy here, then this one must be very badly written.


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