1. |
In The Hands
03:25
|
|||
|
Martyrs by machinery suspended
Over jaws of justice pretended
Altruistic chains shackle minds
Terrified of higher truth to find
Melted in the pit of penal hell
Beaten from the pulpit, in the cell
Thoughtless is the process dominating
Tossed to the hounds for mutilating
Upon fallow lands restricted
No wind in the pipe constricted
Predicting suicidal breeze
Begging death in the face, please!
No release for erased runaways
Last breath kept in torture away
Day by day the hangman prolongs
Corpse for its fall fucking longs
In the hands
In the hands
|
||||
2. |
Omophagia
03:14
|
|||
|
Hark! The hungry hordes are swarming for our game
Dark! Unseen the stage on which we tear and maim
Bark! Our howling drives the shepherd's flock insane
Mark! The words of those who tremble at our names
Omophagy! Cannibalize thy false reality!
In a trance! Incarnate the god's fatality!
Join his dance! Bring the cosmos crashing down!
Run! With raving band of naked nymphs reviled
Shun! The masses tame, unchain thy impulse wild
Sun! Watch the midnight mistress bear her child
One! The war concludes, the virgin he beguiles
Horns! Fabric of man's lies we pierce and rend
Scorn! The leveling of societies pretend
Mourn! Thy broken back before our hooves doth bend
Born! To bring your fucking history to an end
|
||||
3. |
Moribund Perpetuity
04:54
|
|||
|
Vitality's flame is waned off air
Miasma curdles the halting blood
Jaundice paints the heaving shell
Hellish landscapes flicker in view
Heart rate slows its stubborn march
Surrenders to fall inevitable
Approaching fermata ever prolonged
Flatline proclaims restful triumph
To stand at the edge of release
Saved by none who weakly cling
Hurling this prison into vast escape
At last I return to be within god
My body
My soul
My spirit
Fall hand in hand
The ground
Welcomes me
Home at last
The sun is absorbed
The cycle magnetized
The sickness realized
A treatment is prescribed
This line of line is nullified
Jump from this plain
I touch the sky
Years of waiting
Just to die
Let me die
|
||||
4. |
Rotten Race
03:21
|
|||
|
Half brained, rotting imbeciles
No worth, thought invincible
Hatred, not just principle
Crack skulls, give them what they're owed
You! Soon break and wither, forgotten
You! In folly ripe, in reason rotten
Dangle by a measured thread
Cut short by the lies they've led
Consume, hollow are their heads
Long dead, just finish the job
Retards, dragging on the tail
Fall hard, weight of swollen whales
Discard, live to no avail
They fail, leave them to sink
We speak not of a minority
A plague has spread through the whole herd
Omnicide is our priority
Mankind's own death it has ensured
|
||||
5. |
Drudge Litany
09:25
|
|||
|
The same day lived on repeat
Faced with a fresh carved smile
Ignore all the hate underneath
Stay unchanged in the line single file
Robotic becomes every role
In service solely to the hive
Indentured worker never pays his toll
Breaks his back til at death he arrives
Propaganda keeps us always coming back
Eager once more to sell away ourselves
Necessity makes final its attack
We're nailed down to our damning shelves
Killing every hour on a whim
Schedule paves our downward-spinning crash
Tied behind our backs are every limb
Or else our machines we would smash
The cog turns
The mind learns
How to be a perfect slave
The world bleeds
The hand feeds
Into the growing grave
|
||||
Zipper Madison, Wisconsin
Worshipping duality through soaring psychedelic heights and the grotesque depths of metal. Enter the temple, and take the trip…
If you like Zipper, you may also like:
Strange, Strange Times
by The Ugly Kings
Combining crooned murder ballads with raw, angsty hard rock hooks, Melbourne's The Ugly Kings are a wrecking crew well worth watching.
go to album
Italian stoner powerhouse Tenebra has the heft of Sabbath and the hooks of Saint Vitus in their powerfully imposing tunes.
go to album
"Give Me Freedom" b/w "Shine On"
by Instant Karma!
featured on Bandcamp Radio May 15, 2018
go to album
Wet Cactus - Magma Tres
by Electric Valley Records
A stoner-rock opera with dystopian themes, the Italian band's third LP fuses apocalyptic fury with psychedelic splendor.
go to album
In Black And Gold
by Hey Colossus
This snarling 6-piece from London mixes heavy, guitar-driven doom with a punk edge and psych workouts.
go to album
The perfect blend of naive enthusiasm and unfiltered rock 'n' roll danger, leading to an explosive, raw sound. Volcanic, pure, and crushing.
go to album
Driving and fuzzed out rock and roll from the Motor City on the great Feel It Records.
go to album
