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If you want to invoke the apocalypse, it helps to read the runes first. NYC’s A Storm Of Light, like Killing Joke, Anaal Nathrakh and Ministry, always sound as if they’re accelerating towards some all-encompassing moment of reckoning, but their fuel is an endless tank of genuine disgust, frustration and a keen eye on the belligerent shitshow unfolding all around us – a perspective that becomes a vividly psychedelic experience.

Back five years and one new presidential term after their last album, Nations To Flames, A Storm Of Light have a whole new reservoir of volatile bile to burn and a new sonic scope to torch. The result is the charged, and stunning new album, Anthroscene, due to crash into your consciousness on October 5 via Consouling Sounds in Europe and Translation Loss in the US.

- Jonathan Selzer / Louder / Metal Hammer

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released October 5, 2018

A STORM OF LIGHT 
ANTHROSCENE

JOSH GRAHAM - GUITAR, KEYBOARDS & VOCALS
DOMENIC SEITA - BASS
DAN HAWKINS - GUITAR & KEYBOARDS
CHRIS COMMON - DRUMS & PERCUSSION

ADDITONAL VOCALS ON ROSEBUD - NERISSA CAMPBELL

MIXED BY MATT BAYLES 
AT RED ROOM, SEATTLE WA 

GUITARS, BASS AND VOCALS RECORDED BY MATT LABOZZA 
AT THE FALLEN SPRUCE, PEEKSKILL NY

DRUMS AND PERCUSSION RECORDED BY CHRIS COMMON 
AT TWIN HILLS RECORDING, EL PASO TX

MASTERED BY CHRIS COMMON 

DESIGN, ARTWORK AND COVER PHOTOGRAPHY BY JOSH GRAHAM 

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Track Name: Prime Time
PRIME TIME

As much as we want to
You cannot not be saved
fragile bones break
and blood fills the lake

with the death of truth
no bees - no honey
and all the suits
are counting their money

no stars to wave
no country to save
just morphine and tv
are all I need

neon signs and corrupted dreams
just two burning houses wrapped up in greed
and we’re left to die here alone in the weeds
in some faded dream of a dying regime

no stars to wave
no country to save
just morphine and tv
are all I need

as the pale blue light
transfixes on me I see
our new god is living
in all of our hand held screens
the pixels reprogram
and cut into me
all the colors bleed
between gold and disease

no stars to wave
no country to save
just morphine and tv
are all I need

no stars to wave
no country to save
just morphine and tv
are all I need

the blinding light
a final high
until there’s nothing left
except the TV’S eye

no stars to wave
just this drug induced haze
no country to save
just this arm chair grave
no stars to wave
just this drug induced haze

As much you want to
I cannot not be saved
fragile bones break
and blood fills the lake
Track Name: Blackout
BLACKOUT

decades of assault pushing the people into poverty
supplying the weaponry of the white man’s victory
this feeling of helplessness is overwhelming

america the sick and crumbling liberty she is weeping
the tired and poor are huddled and dying
as the wretched ones are tossed aside

Light Fades to Darkness
Lost in the twilight
Light Fades to Darkness
We are Lost in the Blackout

feelings of hope fade to panic
as the news becomes static
and our leaders
continue to push us all into havoc
what the fuck is wrong with us ?

america the sick and crumbling
the tempest-tossed are rotting
her beacon light is fading out
and the huddled ones
have been disavowed

Light Fades to Darkness
Lost in the Twilight
Light Fades to Darkness
We are Lost in the Blackout

Blackout
Blackout
Blackout
Blackout

Light Fades to Darkness
Lost in the Twilight
Light Fades into Darkness
We are Lost in the Blackout

This land is sick and decaying
our Mother of Exiles is dying
Track Name: Short Term Feedback
SHORT TERM FEEDBACK

rewired junkie
your praise
it saves me
i need your signals
how can it feel so vital?

hold me close
pull me closer
i’m infected
i’m infected

the new opiate of the masses
endless feedback, noise and static
who needs god? I just need your praise
as the dopamine eases my pain

short term feedback

i need one more hit
i can’t step away
can’t seem to run from it
no way to turn it off
no-one left to blame
is this a dream?
or just my decay

hold me close
pull me closer
i’m infected
i’m infected

the new opiate of the masses
endless feedback, noise and static
who needs god? I just need your praise
as the dopamine eases my pain

short term feedback
short term feedback
Track Name: Life Will Be Violent
LIFE WILL BE VIOLENT

I dreamt an eternal river of warfare
we were drowning in a sea of flames
there was an endless supply of destruction
as we harvested profit from pain

There was a constant rushing fury of paranoia without mercy
the steady decline of our humanity replaced by apathy
and the words in the fire

Life will be violent
It will be violent

we were surrounded by swat team beauty queens
a sociopathic narcissist was our king
traded us guns for our organs and coal for food
all of us skin and bone with no souls

There was a constant rushing fury of paranoia without mercy
the steady decline of our humanity replaced by apathy
and the words in the fire

Life will be violent
It will be violent
Track Name: Dim
DIM

They’re ready to collide
breathing fire and gasoline
They are the lost souls of the anthroscene
They’ve been hidden away
rehearsing their hate
they’ve been breathing / becoming
dread and rage

always waiving the flag
a new patriot
so full of hate
he’s made a life of it
he says fuck the earth
i only love my country
you’re precious until birth
and your look threatens me
he says you’re precious until birth
and your life ain’t shit to me

Waves of fear and wickedness
is the virtue of their sickness
Waves of hate in rabid men
is the Virtue of the Vicious

too dim to respect or value
a black man’s life
too stupid to open
your fragile mind
just close your fists
and look for someone weaker to hit
and wave that flag
you’re just another fake patriot

we’re ready to collide
breathing fire and gasoline
we are the lost souls - of the anthroscene
we’ve been hidden away
rehearsing our hate
we’ve been breathing / becoming
dread and rage


Waves of fear and wickedness
is the virtue of their sickness
Waves of hate in rabid men
is the Virtue of the Vicious
Track Name: Laser Fire Forget
LASER FIRE FORGET

drones glide over the leaning city bones
all their missiles cruise
we been dealt a death blow

prophetic hookers run the streets
adorned by spying eyes
grinding on the damned
as the bombs vaporize

hellfire weeps
onto forgotten streets
a murder of doves
death from above

all our skin adorned
in twisted skyscrapers
we shine broken glass
bed down the savior

explosions and crooning sirens
flashes of death
our love melds with poison gas
inhale my breath

hellfire weeps
onto forgotten streets
a murder of doves
death from above

drones glide over the sultry city bones
all their missiles cruise
we been dealt a death blow

prophetic hookers run the streets
adorned by spying eyes
grinding on the damned
as the bodies vaporize

death slides over
our ivory carved bones
Laser, fire, forget
we been dealt a death blow

hellfire weeps
onto forgotten streets
a murder of doves
death from above

hellfire weeps
onto forgotten streets
a murder of doves
death from above

hellfire weeps
onto forgotten streets
a murder of doves
death from above
Track Name: Rosebud
ROSEBUD

When you're forgotten
On the verge of ash
When you're numb with fear
Or hunted in mass

We'll reflect on your heroes
Corrupt and damned
We'll count those hours
Until you're breathing sand

As you crush and kill you ask
Is that all there is?
Well i fucking hope so
As you pull us into your dumb labyrinth

What did you want to be?
Everything we hate?
Well i guess you’ve fulfilled your dreams
Money, power and soul sucking fame

Another overdressed anarchist
Unable to see the irony
Everything you fought for
Will be undone when you bleed

A scheming vacant impostor
So afraid of being forgotten
Made the world your effigy
Sacrificing the brave and the fallen

You'll always have the last word
As brilliant and poignant as ever
One last hopeless endeavor
To be revered and praised forever

Another overdressed anarchist
Unable to see the irony
Everything you fought for
Will be undone when you bleed

When you die we will spit on your grave
When you die we will spit on your grave
When you die we will spit on your grave
When you die
When you die
When you die

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