Beastial Animosity
by Sculpted Noise
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Digital Album
Immediate download of the 11-track album in your choice of 320k mp3, FLAC, or just about any other format you could possibly desire. (Buying tracks separately is a wee bit more expensive. Buying the album as one whole saves you 0,70 $) Front and back cover, as well as all the poems are included.
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Feature Presentation
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Untouchables
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Lonewolf
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Self-surgery
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Reckless Ramblers Edge
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Useful Math
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Mutiny
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Cat Minds
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Famine
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Cutting Moon
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about
This tradgedy is the spiritual sequel to Eye Of Horus, and ends the poetry told stories.
This second part is themed around similar things as the first, such as loneliness, angst and depression based on low self-esteem, but is this time presented in a state of fury and desperation.
The front and back covers (which is not entirely shown) are made to resemble the 70's grindhouse movie posters, making it more of a filmic experience, rather than just put together bits and peices.
This second part is themed around similar things as the first, such as loneliness, angst and depression based on low self-esteem, but is this time presented in a state of fury and desperation.
The front and back covers (which is not entirely shown) are made to resemble the 70's grindhouse movie posters, making it more of a filmic experience, rather than just put together bits and peices.
credits
released 01 January 2011
Production, sampling, drum programming, synthesizers, mixing, poetry and artwork by Christofer Belling.
Photography taken by by Heidi Edström.
Production, sampling, drum programming, synthesizers, mixing, poetry and artwork by Christofer Belling.
Photography taken by by Heidi Edström.
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Jan 2011 -
Sep 2010
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- Track Name: Untouchables
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Blinded by the beautiful plumage we create out of each other, we slowly turn ourselves and our home inside out.
These feeble bodies aren't made for this life, and we might be forever lost, there's little doubt.
Your pretty feathers can't hide your uglyness. Neither can mine, but atleast I'm not blind.
Virile warmongers, cut open everything you can't comprehend.
Careless fools, poke your eyes out, it wont make no difference.
Addicted collectors, gather all the nails you can before it's all over.
We're birds that build our nests out of sweaty cheese. - Track Name: Lonewolf
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Licking his black lips after raw hides of plenty acquaintances.
The carcasses secretes alienation and the young one lap greedily.
Humans die becuase they know what they are, and they know they are destroying.
Their babies cry because they know what they are, and they know that they're annoying.
Don't take it personally, I'm just really irritated, tired and inspired. - Track Name: Self-surgery
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04. Self-surgery
Acting housing for numerous inhabitants, abstract and exposed.
We walk the plank of sanity together, as we assemble resent.
Earth knows how many lingering snakes I still have in my head, making me feel the unwanted truths.
Eight eyes panting in my neck keeps my already ignited synapses in an even more restless state.
Listen to what the fraudulent doctors recommend, it's amputation or nothing.
I say, a venomous fight for survival, would be more awesome.
Shut the fuck up, give me a scalpel, I'll do it myself, I already know what it feels like.
My limbs are twitching and itching for attention, they want to crucify you beyond recognition.
I feel like, when I'm done, I want to force your drumsticks into your eyes,
then I'll see if you still show your hyena smile. - Track Name: Reckless Ramblers Edge
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Meaning is unnessecary when there's no reason but curses floating through the capillaries,
horrible mistake after horrible mistake. I don't care enough to be able to live well, so I'm thinking.
Stuff myself full of the meaningful food I detest and dig into my worn out burrow.
Turn yourself to sleep my little lovebirds, until the time is right. Share my glimpse of insanity, that's becoming our new reality, for what feels like an eternity of nothing. Let the syringe penetrate the skin that is one of few joys, and expand the veins to the point of conditions vanishing. - Track Name: Mutiny
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When his personal hell is squeezed out of his sorry head, he can't resist the ferocious blackness before his eyes.
Sightless owls turn their heads and break their necks in confused superiority.
Fencing with useless words in thin air, thick from carbon monoxide.
This is an end with a hunger for redemption.
Having to take heavy steps on mandatory broken glass only to become ridiculed shark food,
combusted by grinning hearts blackened by eyeliner and mascara.
I am but a man trying to embrace the scarse beauty of the beast. - Track Name: Cat Minds
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Surreal cycles of days and nights reflecting the life of a frightened maniac.
A vivid mind bent on dark thoughts, turned into natural aphrodisiac.
The corpse dripped and spat his displaced logic beside the narrators face, until he swam in amniotic fluid.
It's a thousand lives telling their terrible story. - Track Name: Famine
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Dried pencil claws scratching nonsense on the skin of a filtered flock.
Dreaming simple dreams for simple creatures, dreaming of patience.
With moldy confidence at best, life is a perishable commodity. When walking down the crystal road I see I'm dirty and expended, ready to be gutted and renewed from the regretful lusts I've shared for free.
Conquest and War are my bigger brothers and Death is my cousin. Yet they don't seem know me. - Track Name: If You Ever Need A Stranger (To Play At Your Wedding)
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Are you hungry? 'Cus I am. I'm fucking starving.
If you ever need a stranger, to fill out your bed. If you want me in, just swallow your head.
No disease filled foxholes, just our hands on our chests, kisses and no sunlight for days.
Sleep deprivation, hunger, thirst and skin is just sidetracking, we're killing us.
Love is, love is, love is absent. - Track Name: Cutting Moon
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I can't fucking get the weight off my heart. Every moment is a chance of a slow walk. Yes please, I'd try a bloody face, I'm tired of being invisible. There's so many ways to say it. It depends on how you emphasize the words. Bloodletting, painkillers, a gentle current, how could I ever choose? People aint sick, there's only injustice. Halfway down I've even met some nazis. This is something I'll always need to put up with. I'm so tired of this I'd like to get your ass handed,
you don't know how fucking hard I've worked! I know the secrets that all my precursors and soul brothers knew, there's nothing to fear but fear itself and that's written in blood.
