Andy, Or: The Four Horsegirls Of The Apocalypse

Pelvis Wrestley's sophomore LP, Andy, or: the Four Horsegirls of the Apocalypse, is a fantastical meditation on impermanence through the lens of missing persons, and people we miss. Written in the back-and-forth days of unclear pandemic guidelines, the songs are informed by the diasporas of 2020, where so many people relocated without even the suggestion of a goodbye party. The record is named for a previous Benjamin Violet project, ANDY, which saw its members relocate during lockdown. As Pelvis Wrestley, Violet repurposes the mythology of the titular demigod for a new era. Andy was the best we ever met. When Andy went missing in the Spring of ‘05, it was easy to assume ascension rather than departure, and we learned to say to one another: “Anywhere Andy goes–that is the house of Andy.” The House of Andy sits equidistant from two volcanoes in heavy flow, and has a kennel, which houses a pack of large dogs, of which I am one. Andy can be seen sitting on the veranda sipping blue raspberry frozen drinks as he watches the magma-go-lava. And as we each go missing in our comings and goings, we too will be added to Andy. Before, I told you of a pack of large dogs, of which I am one. What I did not tell you is that many of those dogs are horses.