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Perpetual Despair is the Human Condition

by Cara Neir

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fetusghost Blackened screamo, perfected. Actual favorite track? The whole damn album, as loudly as possible. Perpetual despair IS the human condition, and Cara Neir have written the soundtrack. Favorite track: Bound by Believers.
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XUL//EXCELSI Waar begin mens met die album wat vir die hoeveelste keer alles verander het? Die 2 Dallas shaman distilleer die oneindige in die eindige, soos net ons beste kuns, en liefde, kan. Leeftye bloei deur losbarstings van black metal, death metal, hardcore, en punk met 'n dringendheid wat onoortreflik en tydloos is. Al album wat ek op 'n verlate eiland sal nodig he vir sielsoorlewing. --L.D Favorite track: Trials of the Lost.
Children of the atomic tide
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Children of the atomic tide cant wait for this I LOVE cara so much and the artwork is so Phanstasm (70s horror for the younger folk) Oh yeah I bought the shirt to and this had better be the purple one or there will be hell to pay, hahaha jk
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MindOverFour I am just getting into Cara Neir. Black metal? Punk? Post-rock? Grind? I guess it doesn't matter. Although I do not listen to a lot of music like this, I like the many progressive, melodic, and moody aspects. One of the better extreme metal releases of 2016 in my opinion. I think of it as Nasum + Mogwai + Ulver...and it starts to make sense! Favorite track: Trials of the Lost.
Isaac
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Isaac I fucking love this album. I love the blend of genres from punk to black metal it all works well together. This is my go to when I need a boost to get me through the work day. I also gotta support the Texas boys! Favorite track: Spiteful Universe.
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1.
Plaguebearer, deceiver, constructive abortionist; I want this to decimate your every being The smell alone reeks of dependence on top of desperation I can only take so much of this. I suppose I'll start now Broke it down another dozen times this year, twice as much as last I remember the night like it was last. What kind of man am I now? The darkest chapter of our life starts and ends with it, so naturally we embrace What kind of man am I now... You take my sacrifice and burn it with the rest, while all of the unwanted vultures pick through the ashes The Queen scoffs, plowing through our town in search of yet another "Where do they sleep...?" Sold by the notion that if we do everything right, we're not given to Death in our dreams And naturally, we embrace... If I am to speak again, you will learn
2.
Normalcy 06:28
Doped up slaves sit at tables of stone Broken souls no longer free to roam Stapled to our walls of Trimjrtle "Humans! Nothing is left for you here! These are now forbidden grounds. Forfeit your fathers." Stolen lot of flesh and bone brought to revelations People of Earth live to serve what they fear aeons away in foreign worlds Master-race inhabitants from the otherworld nip at our brains, searching for the primates to relay And fake the signal We will drain your precious planet of its resources We can swallow you whole We will destroy everything on Earth "Sap these fools for the sins and unreasonably wasteful existence."
3.
What does chaos really sound like? What are these formations under my skin? Drones under those helmets Waking up to amoebas The entire block ablaze for show Kicked off the line for the numbers After they restock, the cuts will continue
4.
Plague-ridden Old World to which we've isolated; recluse life for Our Lord's acceptance Superior Order written to benefit the whole, and so our leaders coded within Divided through most extreme tradition, cycles of sorrow remain unspoken And buried inside of us all are horrors that stagger and persist They still don't know... Soiled undergarments beset my sister, dark and alone in her room Crimson adorns her bedsheets along the rigid frame Young and old all about town bear unspeakable nightmares Nobody is here to step forward; there is no villain to come forth and confess Forgotten any true authority, so we act on our own I don't want to forgive. I want to taste the sin Lynch the wretched Poison their fields Just make it so Bring the bastards forth, willing or not
5.
Hands worn down 'till no feelings left in my fingers Stealing air from others to rid myself the stench of dormancy Not one single window will line the back of this hearse Lying black and blue in bed Starting again soon - welcome parallel universes in my sleep Holding myself hostage To standards I can't uphold Drowned in all my fucking faults Bleed myself of all warmth To remain one with the cold Soul worn down to nil Inaudible gasps and unique last minute ideas Don't let yourself go Soul worn down to nil Don't ever let yourself go
6.
Blast-doors protect no life No shells left, wishing for a cigarette to light Planes dip overhead, knowing what comes next makes it worse Bow to the distance as I witness the mammoth disperse Char on my legs, or could it be blood As pitch black as it comes Ashes where I thought bodies... Candlelight from distant windows are luring, trust not No hope No hope Flesh bubbles and soaks in the mire Sunlight dimming, killing all human desire Beckons the last wave of death Broken they talk, and lost are the souls from the nest No hope
7.
For You 03:54
Swimming through thoughts to find you again Branded before discarded her collection is Stagnant and rotten her affection is Problem drunk, and loose pages found astray Dreams consume me and ground further away from this world But shelled in with you, things are strangely sublime The white coats, the starched front I am a blunt knife to your butcher's steel and if you care enough.. Alas, I'm cast away from you again You're gone, and the hollow of my head has sunken in I only desire your attention And if you care enough, we could mend these worthless hearts of ours..
8.
I don my mask in the barn where the proxy lies stone, my fingers they trace The sun sparks high to the west bringing the light through every crack throughout First incision brings forth blood, though the mission's thirst for tears must be quenched Mud sloshes up through his toes while dry hands pry at soft skin Darting eyes briefly capture a glimpse of the light before the darkness encapsulates Poking from the throat, through the gash, her adam's apple, tender and ripe So I just whisper to her And I know this is wrong. I know it's all wrong. Left that night. Twelve years later and now I know I can't move on All I do now is take the apples from the orphans, because I know it's wrong All I do now is take the apples from the orphans, because I fucking hate them Spring returns with promise but nothing blooms Winter spays, leaving death and black clouds to reign Everything smells like her Noted are the calenders that he kept And the bobby pins once cradled by silken hair And out there in the yard, holes that came from nowhere He did not look down He only closed his eyes and pitched himself into one "He threw himself into blank holes"

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Released on Broken Limbs Recordings.

All songs recorded, mixed, and mastered by Garry Brents.

Most of the album was written and simultaneously recorded in January/February 2013. Final touches and vocals written and recorded between November 2014 and June 2015.

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released October 14, 2016

Chris Francis - Vocals, Lyrics
Garry Brents - Instruments, Backing Vocals

Guests:
Jon Rosenthal: Backing Vocals (1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 8)
Val: Backing Vocals (1, 8)
Drew W.B.: Backing Vocals (1, 2, 5, 8)
Andy Curtis-Brignell: Backing Vocals (6)
Chelsea Anderson: Piano Outro (3)

Artwork:
Nate Burns

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