1. |
One Hundred Hands
08:42
|
|||
|
The first of earth,
The first of living birth,
The first of sky,
Judged of defiant worth
What crime, misdeed,
Felony did we seed?
The waste of youth
Locked in with jealous speed
For all our hands,
Steeped deep in strength and tide,
Curse of the lands.
And our faces,
Locked and hidden in
Buried places.
Chained down, kept low,
Under rock and shadow.
Burnt and blasted
By internal flow.
For all our hands,
Steeped deep in strength and tide,
Curse of the lands.
And our faces,
Locked and hidden in
Buried places.
|
||||
2. |
Titanomæchy
12:31
|
|||
|
Father, do you see the design?
The wordless cycle?
The final truth in the sign?
The truth most vital?
Mother, can you see that path?
That axiom road?
That ending in wrath?
That debt we are owed?
Brothers, will you reach for swords?
Then for all the blades?
Then all tools for warlords?
Then all warring trades?
Sisters, what to build after?
This new world for us?
This new peak thereafter?
This way to power?
The machine is revealed,
The gears unravelled,
The forecast reckoned.
The future: ours to wield.
The machine is revealed,
The gears unravelled,
The forecast reckoned.
The future: ours to wield.
|
||||
3. |
Hyperion
12:16
|
|||
|
I, a lord of always,
Forever my sight on dawn’s blaze
Forever my vision on the beyond
Forever could not prolong
Here, in revelation,
As the kingdom lies in ruination
As the world begins to open
As our cosmos lies broken
Then, we must retire,
Our dominions, the diurnial fire
Our daybreak beauty, resigned
Our desires fade, unbind
Now, we depart this place,
Dreams of echelons replaced
Dreams will be shifted, unfocused
Dreams set loose as the locust
I, the lord of nowhere,
Die in the naked despair
Die from the bright principle
Die, no longer celestial
|
||||
4. |
Aurora Apparatus
08:57
|
|||
|
Stepping onto the peak
Of these bizarre hills,
The warlike people on foothills
To mould beyond the antique
The new god in a new place,
The metamorphosis now embraced
No ending is forgone,
No history to stay or hang on,
No story or laws set in stone
I bring our ancient engines,
Fuelled on lessons of bloodshed,
Perfect for the automatic spearhead:
These devices who would burn my heavens
I see the fire of my affinity,
They will put this earth to irons,
These implements are one with the lions:
Steeped in vigour and infinite ability
Now, let us peak beyond the dawn
Now, let us break the dawn
The new god in a new place,
The metamorphosis now embraced.
The machine in chaotic trance,
A strange name for a strange space.
I have left my lands,
For my never-ending search for the new,
To shatter that old deep blue,
With these new augmented hands
Take heed lame explorer,
Before you worship, take pause…
For you have known me as I was
From Eos, now witness Aurora
|
||||
5. |
The Transmission Divine
06:01
|
|||
Chief Whip Melbourne, Australia
Industrial Doom, deconstructing the mythological future.
If you like Chief Whip, you may also like:
supported by 5 fans who also own “Aurora Apparatus”
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.
go to album
Tetragrammacide - Primal Incinerators of Moral Matrix
by Iron Bonehead Productions
supported by 5 fans who also own “Aurora Apparatus”
This approaches terminal sonic extremity. Further advancement of the style risks devolution into mere static/noise. The four-armed Shiva herself (चतुर्भुज) must be behind the drum-kit considering the speed of the gravity-blasts.
go to album
Orchards of a Futile Heaven
by The Body & Dis Fig
featured on Bandcamp Radio Mar 1, 2024
go to album
Mexican psych band Dorotheo get eccentric à la Stereolab by bringing spooky experimental elements into their spiraling space rock.
go to album
A mix of crushing black metal and doom at cinematic scale from Pyramid Mass.
go to album
Metastatic Declination
by Carcinoid
supported by 5 fans who also own “Aurora Apparatus”
So heavy ya mums bum seems light in comparison
go to album
