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norskr Just an amazing album, the intensity, the low fidelity and the atmosphere really mesh well together in this. Favorite track: In Chains, Awakening.
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AK Not only am I sold on the bleak atmosphere and DIY aesthetic, but I think the fact that the "guitars" are actually electronically produced synthesizers is really cool. Favorite track: In Chains, Awakening.
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Deidre House Yes, Marshall- some bleak, ponderous, raw, and harsh stuff on this EP. The music we need, if perhaps not necessarily the music everyone wants. Suggested serving: at least one sitting. Favorite track: A Lament.
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1.
From my masted opaque deep the days go by. Seeing my beds empty half, I turned to fall from dark to darkness. Whats it like to not have hands? All the ships have been abandoned.
2.
Surrendering 03:05
I prescribed myself a prone prolonged surrender. And proscribed my born role of friend and pretender. Abdicated agencys affirming splendor. And took to my bed a mind with which to render, a world in which I still felt tender. Confer upon this frail frame, a warrant for my given name, an agent I can justly blame, and a brain complacent and tame. And the prognosis is a slow descent of steadily increasing increments of liquor to the stomach of the sick.
3.
Awakening, the fissures of my face separate. Forcing focus in below the weight of dreams and in their space. A frozen, fallow world awaits, beyond my hollow bed. To wrap my body up in violent shakes and cast my skull in dread. I mean to bathe to cleanse myself of sleeps subtle grace. But the chains, they hold me here in place. So I spend one more day in cotton grave, another day erased. One more day fully encased, another memory effaced. And I will not, turn the key. Unlock these chains, set free.
4.
I am not sure of a world outside this wine. But if there is one then I am a bastard of it. Feel the embers warm my bones, in the wasteland that is west. The mountain man is a scary beacon, decide what kind of martyrs we should grow. From the cedar table stands disgust of a chopped up sewer man, impale them all and live like kings.
5.
I know that when Ill lose myself to ether from the riches of imaginary land, heaven wont be in a place where my blood will pour, filling into stoic rays of will. You and I are vibrations on a newsreel, inexorable seas, modernity. I am not free, nor are we, becoming aught but history.
6.
A Lament 04:37
Breaking up in tiny rooms suckling on the teat of space. In lucid fields Ive come to pass in the bottle I do see his face. Mother, have we come to terms when our insides become unlaced. Knowing that itll come to this the absolute nothing black of space. Bloody trips in all the world walled up here like theres a race. Do walls mean we have mottled hearts? Our will continues on the rays. Planets always moving out spreading at a steady pace. Spinoza, sorry, when fission stands there wont be god, just blacker space.

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released February 25, 2011

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