(Built with) parts from those who retch & writhe,
The fleshy trumpets blare their breathing cry.
A tone unheard, a vibration unfelt:
Behold the bio-mechanical choir of the vocal array!
Within a case so long and deep,
(The) oozing horns can barely be seen.
(Nor can they be heard, not in the classical sense.)
Encased by non-euclidean glass, that pulls and twists the eye.
An ensanguined prism pool, tank of acoustic hemorrhaging.
(As the) gears underneath turn it emits (the) subsonic sob (of its donors.)
All in arrhythmic, pulsing beats.
(The) unutterable wonder of the Psylent Sound.
A dredging of the abyssal wail.
Their throats were plucked like petals and their tissues darkly harvested .
(Spoils of the Auto-Ototoxic.)
Terrors from beneath sound itself, heralds of the inconversable.
Horrors for the now-throatless choir, a disfigurement irreversible.
A curtained hand always on the crank, spinning the infernal moans.
Criers of the bleak, the wandering voice without a home.
Endless rows of towering horns, spitting blood and sound.
Powered by the forceful heave, whose gears are ever-wound.
Fear the Auto-Ototoxic cry, fear the Psylent Sound.
Fear the Auto-Ototoxic cry, fear the Psylent Sound.
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PSA: if there was an album you heard a couple years ago and thought it was ok, listen to it again and you might love it.
That's what happened to me with this album. I cannot fathom why it didn't stick with me back then. Same thing happened with Decoherence's Unitarity for that matter. Matten
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Swirling guitars, furious drums, vocals that at the same time howl from infinite distance and are right up in your head; everything put into dissonant form with the help of unconventional songwriting. This album is my personal key to the icelanding black metal madness that I've ignored for way too long! Lukas Kaufmann