Album Review of Pillow Queens – In Waiting

BY NEAL MARTIN | OCTOBER 07, 2020

Crumpled on the sofa after six days in a cardiac ward, my mind tried to process everything I had felt and everything I had seen. I was not in acute pain. I just felt run over by a juggernaut, which had then reversed back over my mangled body for good measure. I was heavily bruised and bandaged; stitched like an unloved rag doll. Residual anesthetic and morphine coursed through my veins making everything feel gauzy. I craved a revivifying shower to wash away that hospital miasma but lacked the energy to get up the stairs. So I just sat there with a thousand yard stare, reticent and inert. Mentally, I was keeping up appearances - stiff upper lip and all that cobblers. Inside was a welter of tangled thoughts and emotions. One question kept running through my head - a simple fundamental question.

What next?

I needed a sign, an augury that eventually things would return to normal (doubtless something that many can empathize with that at the moment). All I needed was a small token before life went off-script and down the pan.

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