Xenotrope’s Neighborhood

Further dissection of the sounds. I had some radio signals coming through the guitar as I laid down the tracks, and I've made liberal use of them here. Unlike the album itself, I layered, layered the layers and added extra layers to boot.

I think my machines feaked out and became possessed in the process.

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Celebrate this day our irredeemable sins. Languishing conception in the Rusting Valley lays a soul down in a Chamber of flesh warm in its decaying afterglow. Jade transmissions terminate ahead through vague horrors now behind, left to you to build upon. Manifestation Objective Soul fire kisses, a hapless passion upon the pulse of the altars of madness. Learn to love the crack of the lash. Well-matched professionals fall back and chamber the charge. Exaltation in Ascendancy Weeping alight, Drawn in too tight Warnings too late are told in our plight.

I still feel the touch of the nocturnal breeze. The uncharacteristic outcome of the passion is forsaken on favour of the masquerade and the ailing forest loses colour. Chambers full, envy and returns distorted on the sharp edge advance changes design. As all hope Crashed down, we could not help but laugh. That firestorm of dead beginnings shatters Hunger for authority, the arrest of distillation. Desire meets surrender in conduct without conclusion. As unsound processions are left in the past, never to be conjured up, misfortune stirs the spirit. Join every part of the blare of a vacant psyche Controlled by dead gratification suspension and Delusions of excitement. Nonentities call for emphatic confusion, Refusal retains security in the righteous arrangement Positioned to go further over ardour without indecision.

We seem to count on forever; one automatic pull on the lever. A resolved austerity revelation Wears away and devours our advantage. Wrapped around our epoch this moment abrades their moldering infections. Move on by in

 disgust, Slink through the shadows of infinitude. The lustrous suspension of fevered tactics keeps your mind on the draining laceration. We reflect the unreciprocated concern. Nothing left of restlessness, no lies. We dance victorious on our aching bloody feet. I fall and am safe. The fall eliminates the life that was. Visions shall lie, telling of the fear of death. You shall command masses in a way most Innovative without loss of perception. For all I love I give you this and am no more. Blown like glass where lunacy comforts. Laughter shall erase this carnage of thought. My Inner Sanctum In a shaded doorway Watching the spirits at play, Through a cracked and shimmering window to the world; Through my surprise, welling up in my eyes: Your soul; Bleeding, Clinging to the face of the forest, old; a deep well of love: Sepulchral, cold. Thought shall inaugurate the fall of fear. On the approach of your fame initiated onward in righteousness, your soul’s erosion winds down, pointless, expressionless and clothed in ornamentation.

Don't let the quaint titles fool you. None of these is about fluffy bunnies....

01. Peripatetic
02. A Weirdness Less Expressed
03. The Enigmatic Rarely Atone
03. Fallacy Decides Initiative
04. Delusions of Excitement
05. Surgically Dream-Like
06. Languishing in the Rusting Valley
07. Corrode and Engulf
08. Night Access Hallucination
09. Anomalous Breaks
10. The Pleasure
11. Cognitive Dissonance

All right. I've tracked the basic instrumental elements of the next Veil Of Thorns album, working title: "Cognitive Dissonance". Guit and bass is by me, and on drums is James Curcio. This'll be the first time Ruddy Bitch has sat out on a Veil Of Thorns album.

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I'm trying something different this time, and with the help of the fine folks at librivox.org, I have added spoken word from readings of public domain classics. We're hearing mostly Flaubert, Coleridge and Emily Dickinson. I'm not sure how this actually works as a thing in itself, but I thought I'd make the various stage escapes into their own entities, as opposed to a few stray mp3's.

In keeping with the original intent, I'm going to limit the final production to four tracks to mix down, and no bouncing. I've done well with that, except for the added melody line at the beginning of the first track.

I'm considering going with the mass of pinkness to the left as the cover, but these things may change a thousand times before we're done.

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