PeliCAN melt your face, melt limestone, melt polar ice caps, melt
M&Ms in hands.
PeliCAN'T bake a soufflé without it collapsing.
PeliCAN summon Geotic demons, summon unfound courage, summon jurors.
PeliCAN'T play WOW for more than 10 minutes without getting banned.
PeliCAN infuse emotion into indie kids, infuse herbs in oil and water.
PeliCAN'T build a Lincoln Log cabin.
PeliCAN tour Europe.
PeliCAN'T play in a minor key for more than a minute.
So, you see, Pelican is a band of duality. As a veritable taijitu of
post-hardcore, they represent the balance between unbridled emotion
and... bridled emotion. Their soul-reaping intros harken to a
youthful optimism, while at the same time their extended outros
represent the failing self-efficacy of an aging population. At least,
that's what your girlfriend said last night when Jack Hanna and David
Attenborough taught her a little duality. Oh Sh1t!!!
Caw? Chirp? Snarf? Eunnnnggggh?:
