Straight from the sterile halls of the fictional St. Vitus Neuromusical Centre — and possibly the murkiest corners of Bruce Wilson’s fractured psyche — comes a new dose of sonic disturbance: Star FKD. Released under the project alias RxHx, this track is less a song and more a metaphysical exorcism set to post-existential pop and dissociative synth-punk.
Wilson (who also fronts Sunday Morning and has left fingerprints on Tankhog and Jibbernaut) returns not just to music, but to a full-blown psychospiritual episode that’s been carefully catalogued in the latest Patient Report from the Centre’s Division of Harmonic Disturbance & Echo Response.
Diagnosis: Terminal, but highly listenable.
Symptoms: Spiritual malaise. Corporeal atrophy. Cranial dysmorphia.
Advisory: Not safe for FCC-regulated environments.
In Star FKD, RxHx stares directly into the void and comes back with… a banger. It’s cinematic, drenched in nocturnal new wave, and unrepentantly raw. The kind of track that crawls under your skin while whispering apocalyptic lullabies. Think: Witch House meets Primal Scream’s XTRMNTR in a fogged-out alley lit only by neon regret.
“We’re star fucked and there’s no escaping it.”
– RxHx, during a presumably unpaid therapy session
Wilson, or rather RxHx, sounds like a man cosmically over it. But not in a defeatist way. More like a poet strapped to the hull of a doomed spaceship, making peace with the cold. His musings on identity, mortality, and the absurdity of existence are the stuff of future cult quotes — the kind whispered at 3AM over static-filled cassette tapes.
Recommended Treatment Plan:
• Increase Extrozaline dosage
• Avoid nostalgia-core and late-era Bowie
• Supervised exposure to mirrors only
• Keep listening
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If your reality feels too grounded lately, this might be the perfect escape hatch. Just don’t blame us if you start seeing your shadow speak back.
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