Anthroscene

by A Storm of Light

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1.
Prime Time 06:13
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
2.
Blackout 06:59
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
3.
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
4.
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
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6.
Dim 05:16
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
7.
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
8.
Rosebud 06:58
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

about

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

credits

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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