Portals to a Better, Dead World

by Cara Neir

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timh666 Beautiful and tragic. Favorite track: 3,380 Pounds.
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Matthew Rukgaber Cara Neir certainly have a unique musical vision. It is like they are aiming to be the Godspeed You! Black Emperor of extreme metal. There is something soothing about their music even though it is crusty, loud, fast, and nihilistic. It makes for an intriguing parallax effect. Favorite track: Exalting the Shadow Proprietor.
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XuL//Excelsi Every day for 3 months. I can't leave this album alone. Incredible black metal crustgrind punkapocalypse Favorite track: Closing Doors.
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Joecriv Post-black metal by way of grindcore, crust punk, doom/death, post-rock and more. Varied as anything and frankly just excellent. Do it! Favorite track: Exalting the Shadow Proprietor.
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S810 I think intense is a good word to describe this album. Favorite track: Closing Doors.
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Noranda Wow! It fuses elements of everything I like from black metal, hardcore and crust. A powerful, despair-filled and aggressive album. Favorite track: Closing Doors.
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VINYL co-released on Broken Limbs Recordings and Halo Of Flies Records. 100 on green smoke vinyl and 400 on black vinyl.

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released October 31, 2013

Chris Francis (vocals, lyrics)
Garry Brents (guitars, bass, drum programming, samples, backing vox on tracks 2-7, lyrics for chorus and ending on track 7)

All Songs Written from March - June 2012
Recorded, Mixed, and Mastered by Garry Brents (GAB Recordings)
Front and Back Cover Artwork/Layout by Nate Burns
Lyrics Insert Artwork by Lucy Boyakhandjyan

Guest Musicians:
Jan Slezak (backing yells/screams on tracks 2 and 3)
Drew Weston-Ball (backing screams on tracks 1, 2, 3, and 5)
Leon Perkin (ending vocals on track 7)
Dominique Patton (chorus vocals on track 7)
Blake Turner (cello intro for track 6, cello on track 7)

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Track Name: Peridot
Asking for your hand was the best thing
And I can sense you here in the plains of redemption
Wings spread, taken into a homely place familiar feelings
You're with me now and I insure your protection
Unearthed from its once burrowed disposition developed under harsh conditions
The lost soul details his crime as the insidious beckon him to relapse
Stress slapped from his face she kisses his swollen figure bred from an angry past
Crossed off my list, these dying agents come back for one last breath
Asking for your hand was the best thing
And I can sense you here in the plains of redemption
Wings spread, taken into a homely place familiar feelings
You're with me now. I insure your protection
Unearthed from its once burrowed disposition developed under harsh conditions
The lost soul details his crime as the insidious beckon him to relapse
One red cross on my chest - a mark led by her divinity brings to this
This blessed coffin where my dreams of nothing let hate encroach
Surrendering nothing while accepting it all, it made the choice to lift me
Lift me away from this bed where I writhe
Track Name: Closing Doors
Freedom stripped again from your dusted clutches
Thrown away into the cosmos
The evils that scold you
Imagination bookmarked like a dictionary for reference, no individual thoughts. None
Manipulation sent bobbing for hope afloat orange waters. Fucked
Ego palette used to saturate that burning desire to be something... but they're not
Thrown away into the cosmos
The evils that scold you
Track Name: Red Moon Foreboding
Untold mythos thought to strike from Heavens boring holes the size of geo-metros
From under our earth they conspire with worms
These planted seeds, they're waiting to transform
Constant assaults, targets ignorant and tame, the strong enslaved
Flowering blacks have raped the clays, our saviors push me under mind
No morning sun to rise and poke your eyes
Blacked out by tides that seek to cleanse your life
Exploiting systems gathering what we need to survive
No more sun to come and wake you from your lie
Fold like a deck of cards, a subservient man abhorred
Track Name: Dust Collector
Shutting the blinds first prepping for the evening
Open up the bag of seeds, slightly contorted bead priority
Clammy germ obtains the seed, operating selflessly...
Spare the on-ramp, highway speeds exhaust his lunacy
Where do you fall?
We're all placemats to dogs
The substance keeps like glue
Tying up your arm again are you?
I am
Brick dust compound rotten fruit; try
Tell me, what are those men doing over there?
Injection sport shotguns commence at the docks harbored by the H trade
Track Name: Forlorn Love (Henry and Karen)
Pulling back, flinch from the nails driven into your knees
Pouring wax, kidneys clamped like the snowstorm in your eyes - god damn this blue spire
This is how it happens, this is new man's catch
Simply grow them by the dozen before you slip into the new man's foxhole
This is how it happens, this is new man's catch
The stupid cupids grant your wish and summon sister's laws and cheat your way in
Henry murdered Karen and the spoiled son too, he knew this spider had spun a past vile
Track Name: Exalting the Shadow Proprietor
Too many wasted bombs on others, too many wasted seeds of deceit
Too much contrast to boast a helpful word in this world that rewards hate with a suite
You could save them for our own mass of morons, pulsating void of ignorance
Cloaked men invited from your union, two-faced murderers on a steady boat
Too many disappearing motivators looking to pay, dissipate, discard
I run the front desk - the hall they incessantly thrive in
Hiding away not from the plagues, it's the demons, installing their pain
Track Name: 3,380 Pounds
In some hell dug miles below, I pray
As down here, we've all met God
Dried mud on the wall, a portrait blessed
Peasant-bound in this hole,
So I look to the wall
And it speaks: "Sun set. Why rest? All fall. We crawl."**
But as I begin to decay my bladder spirals out of control
And as I soil my cloths these lashings fall as my back begins to mold
Contour to the pain that I don't feel in but outside
These tears of stitched lips, I cry out of remorse
Eat the bugs I'm fed,
Textures of almond brittle
Hug the chains that leave hickies on my wrists
Link all the decades before this to fake your mind
Mud God, come help: "Sun set. Why rest? All fall. We crawl."
Through eyes full of dirt you wouldn't see much but shit
Not true; our hope was lost before all of this
Even in my last hours I find my place and think of you
These tears of stitched lips, I don't cry out of remorse
I cry for something more...

(atoms splitting, callous thickening, bridges burning, paradigms shifting, something's building)