Dw Dunphy is a grand storyteller using music as the engine.  He evaluates the current states of things, their future impact, and then expels them at the speed of light as if they are urgent but sad stories that need to be heard immediately.  In his Pink Floydian dystopia, with all of its flashing lights and blaring sirens, Dunphy constructs an existence of nth-world proportions.  I don’t know what that means but take it as a description of life not worth the effort for all of its tightly controlled poverties and equally wrecked personal lives.

Modernism lyrically walks into dark breakups, shattered lives, and governmental controls along with tales of de-enrichment that faces many.  The Pink Floyd influenced music of Modernism paints the sonic picture of frightening shadows in corners we avoid; darkly ambient with words representative of the segmental slices of our lives.  Like a translucent curtain separating the nightmare from the dream, Modernism glares at our deconstruction.

Lyrically pensive and musically melancholic, Modernism looks deeply into things that will haunt us long into the unfolding decades of this millennium.  And that’s a long, long time.