Always in a delirium where there’s nothing else but fever dreams
Keeping circadian rhythm with a sleep cycle that just repeats
Dreams are curious things. They are the theatre in which the child within us continues to play, unbothered by time’s relentless march. In sleep, we return to golden afternoons and rain-slicked sidewalks, to laughter echoing through hallways now silent. But upon waking, we are struck by the great cosmic joke: everything changes. The treehouse rots, the friends move on, and the world…well, it forgets. Yet there’s beauty in this ache, for it reminds us that permanence is an illusion. The past was never ours to keep.
Jym Persaud touches upon that nostalgic melancholy of revisiting halçyon memories of childhood in a dreamstate, and then being confronted with the harshness of waking reality. Persaud, no stranger to the post-punk scene of London, moves into an experimental noise folk style here, fusing punk influence with world music and electronica. He displays equal reverence and contempt for traditional genre convention, creating music that balances melody with a glitchy cacophony of noise.
Fever Dreams describes a surreal return to a dreamlike version of the past, where memories blur and sleep becomes a cycle of haunting familiarity. Trapped between reality and hallucination, the speaker navigates a looping state of delirium. Waking brings no clarity; just the realization that the imagined past, once comforting, no longer matches the altered present.
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