@Pasidon: Play the clip from the RoboCop movie with its sound muted, while you play the Red Rain song with it's volume cranked up to the max, at the same time.
Also, THAT ELECTRIC GUY IS RIDING A KEYBOARD HOVERING LIKE A MOTHERFUCKERING!
But this happy go lucky sound scape is starting to piss me off. It's time to get back into evil shit. But REMEMBER, if you fucking listen to this, you have to use $40 (at least!) earbuds like these:
or super ultra awesome big ass surround sound system like this: http://www.the-nextl...=1&d=1203182583
AND LEARN HOW TO ADJUST YOUR SOUND SETTING'S EQUALIZER! Mine is set to "powerful". Best bang for your buck.
Otherwise you will be convicted of grand misuse of sound-scape-age (GMSSA), punishable by getting raped in the soul hole to death.
Now that you have been indoctrinated, you can get yourself fucked up, roll some joints, pound some liquor, get some mushrooms, and listen to Cthulhu's army's progress. Its a two parter. In the first part, Cthulhu's forces finish the fight and breach thru our realm, annihilating everything in the process. Here it is:
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Lyrics:
Propelling sour roots
Implanting neath
Parasitic antique mills
Decrepit inelegant ornaments
Habitual origin equivocal
Four crooked limbs
In creaking circuition
Instruments for the swey
Antique gluttons exhaust
Deflate the living earth
Questioner: I sense in Seepia that you were funneling the decay when steam and coal were superseding our natural roots, creating a new form of man numbed by electric lights and frozen by flashes. It seems like a phonograph exuding the dull, washed-brown tones of forgotten lives of nameless bodies, seeping from the Steeping Arc. Can you comment on this album as a whole? Am I correct in my assumptions, or have I yet to learn the proper meaning? If the latter, please inform me, and our readers, of the lore of Seepia.
The Band's leader's response: Seepia is the undead frequency of an apocalyptic force, set about to end all things on this planet, a corrosion and cause to dilapidate, draining all life unceremoniously.
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In part two, your world has been destroyed. Now the foul assert dominance and hunt to further their assault:
They muster up some grand tentacles
And then they start throttling shit
Lyrics:
Moiling spectral hollow
Dour of revolute procession
Theatre of thy phones brood
Souse in ichor the clique transfuse
Volute the swarth trawl betwist phonotic
Scoff the festune
Forebode of dead ringers conduit for those who spell doom
Pallbearer weeping seepia vorticist bore untimely passing
Marewerking antibody berthing lurid broth
Arcane whorl of sinews procure stitch in the aether
Cygnature vacillate residuum.
Questioner: So in seeking the color-tone of dead images, you have taken this washed stripping of life and made it whole. Let us now consider Outre. With this work, I sense you have dipped into the moving black and white of silence. It seems Portal is speaking the language of forgotten, moving images, going from the static to the fluid as it develops. Insects in motion, evil beings forming from nothingness, the ticking of clocks marking time as these things pass and become immortal. Are these assumptions correction?
The Band's leader's response: Your view is a very interesting one, the entire point is to bring about said visuals. Outre’ is the end result of the Seepia clearing, the Vint-Age of our ideal barren landscape and atmosphere, a time heralding antiquated and stern artifacts which yield only the foul.
Edited by DoMiNaNt_HuNtEr, 09 October 2015 - 04:51 AM.