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Sublimation Therapy EP

by Cara Neir

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preconceived notions, the root of desire traveling back and fro the width of time inoculating, senses reel. the genome perplexed dematerialized by embryotic geriatrics obstetric terror and deja vulture. test tubes reincremated for knowledge broken glass refragmented. DNA tree of death bone marrow sparrow pecks and gnaws.
2.
stomp the heads, your fathers have raped doctrines again dissolve and conquer through which their mold is made it's made with a child's unknowing kind heart running into the wall! touching me! running into the wall! burning me!
3.
as my neighbors are dying i'm biting deeper into my nails joy is a fleeting thing of the past family memories, red the color floods the picture, deadly breakfast is here, my friend
4.
Son's Lament 01:07
take you, shake you since I can't hate you tape you, fuck you as my name reads to you the discarded prayers I stole from your lips last night; the precious look on your face when you gave up the fight your flesh isn't cold when I sneak a kiss, even as I turn off the lamp and your tits don't look right at this angle so I took a knife to them, I'm sorry you have done nothing wrong, I am just so wrong he forgets what world he's on when he comes home to what she's done his only son left to rot! pray with us now as we scorn the skies
5.
priceless heirloom has been stolen, blanketed with a vile secretion who can save us from the infestation... SWARM OF RATS! atop winged pillars a weight has been lifted! SEWER-BOUND! SWARM OF RATS! fur stacked three deep go through days unseen underneath at the flick of a life they come seemingly... infinitely genius in its own mind, a nasty fuck to most still they wipe the urban error from the streets so fast it's blood and dust
6.
the worms feast as they writhe spying on the enemy to retrieve a fleshy sample for dirt queen black lungs destroy the entire human race whilst worms retain form slapped with disease below dimpled clouds the orphans cry tears of mud so their rain can't rinse me perhaps it hurts me - worms me
7.
"do me this favor kid while we rip off her clothes take this toxic liquid substance and stuff it up her nose don't be shy you little shit you have to become one!" NIGHT'S APPARATUS, THE NIGHT'S APPARATUS fuck this farce it's time I seize my knife rescuing isn't enough the quenching lust is ripe no sacrifices have been made no no no punishment is delayed "do me this favor kid while we rip off her clothes take this toxic liquid substance and stuff it up her nose don't be shy you little shit you have to become one!" NIGHT'S APPARATUS, THE NIGHT'S APPARATUS twisting necks - contort limbs - now throw him off the tower
8.
Prudent Oath 01:38
bring on the new age ruptures forth a consistent breed with space traversed all life was found - nothing impossible away with worthless morals and destructive religions bring on the new age
9.
armored class 6 furbie-mech programmed to plow through human flesh santa brings the children instructions on how to deploy death conservative cats licking their righteous walls of stagnant hallucinogens this doesn't stop it means nothing to people picking up forgotten eats restricting the freedom by knifing the trachea explains our sanity's loins wait no this is a paper shredder deluxe edition homage migraine
10.
Furempire 00:38
the more you reduce them the closer they come to bringing down these fucking walls just pet and cuddle amongst yourselves the corner they sit and fucking wait they can sense your every blow they know what's being done to them man's best friend creates an army of cats and dogs
11.
Pale Spots 01:00
pincushion lungs every breath you take kills you more mutilation and contempt following your orders must be done
12.
They pick up the scent Your life is fleeting from you Visions of horror, knees of deceit Transparent realm of gorgeous spines A post-poning of death only to prolong my fate Massaging stones invoke the vengeful one, speaking to me and only me Resting in my tender flesh Nightmares of hell, have I obtained you from sleep? This wicked torment has had me gritting my teeth
13.
steel crashes down onto the pretty blonde's entertainment center she hastily thinks and as she runs into the streets she's targeted for termination "extermination of all living organisms" world forces not present, your god not present, a perceivable reality no more
14.
past-times of lighting fire under every new night's sky rituals perpetuate our burning question as to "why" now firmly rooted you are but one branch on a tree of co-existence raising all but one - the bitch you serve - she is simply co-dependent bartering away your last breath if only to bring finality never a second to watch your blood flourish always appeasing the court's corrupted service
15.
another lost plunged into oceanic depths hopeless sack of bones, terror surmounted, paralytic shock becomes the enabler the draining schools of fatigue tying twine around, binding this human down feast upon this body now
16.
jumped the gun now you're in debt again child support creature rears its ugly head rent your house to lowly peasants ohhhhhhhhhhh feed their elders tasty cat food ahhhhhhhhhhh I'm a lowwwlifeeee
17.
floating minds connect in the yards once again and they say "he's not going to make it" open up the bottle look inside and see your life a line of soldiers in your nose fighting a battle of ignorance they say they're so sorry, that this won't happen again some kind of cleansing so vicious, baking in an oven restraints nailed into your wrists but they aren't forcing anything chants fronted from your precursor, stapled into the mouths of all these fools fabricated like the cross you wear on your chest

about

"Cara Neir have gone to the grind and powerviolence spectrum of things this time around. Sublimation is a seventeen song EP and Cara Neir pay homage to bands such as Iron Lung, Napalm Death, Dropdead, and Graf Orlock on their latest EP. Overall, Cara Neir blaze through these seventeen songs in a little over 22 minutes. Another great release." - elementaryrevolt.blogspot.com

"I rather enjoy how each song is now a quick, ruthless strike at my musical sensibilities. This band’s music is an enjoyable challenge to my taste the way extreme metal used to be, in that, if I was ever taken aback by something it made me reassess whether there was something I wasn’t getting because I just didn’t have the correct frame of reference. On “Drink the Rot” and “It Started in the Silo” you’ll get your fix of bouncy hardcore punk and “Stained Bedsheets”, whether it intends to or not, sounds delightfully like Darkthrone‘s “In The Shadow of the Horns” before developing into a nice gallop." - Shreddernet.com

"In past releases, Cara Neir has always displayed their variety in songwriting, this new EP doesn't do that so much, instead of showing you the wide variety of which the band can maneuver through in a single track, they intend to overwhelm you with as much brutality as they can. This is by far the most grindcore based the band have ever been, with only one song actually going over the three minute mark. With that being said, this is easily among the best grind I've heard all year, which goes back to my second statement of why I really like the band, the songs. Even though several tracks on here don't even cross a minute in length, the riffs actually stick with you.." - dontcountonitreviews.blogspot.com

"Swinging between harsh screams, guttural roars and even the occasional punk-sounding vocal riff, Cara Neir straddles multiple genres whilst sounding defiantly unique. Musically they sway between furious hard-edged grind and blackened crust yet they also throw in a dastardly swagger during ‘Stained Bedsheets’...The short and desperately unsweet track times cling to the subconscious with a dirty grip, hooks will no doubt be lodged in your brain for days on end, ‘You Are Missed’ flying with cruel and caustic pleasure whilst holding onto a cleverly hidden melody." - thisisnotascene.com

credits

released August 14, 2012

Chris Francis - vocals, lyrics (except track 1)
Garry Brents - guitars (7-17), bass, drum programming, backing vocals, and samples

Guests:
Dorian Rainwater - session guitars (1-6), lyrics (track 1)
Rachel James - backing vocals on 8, 10, 12, and 15

EP recorded, mixed, and mastered by Garry Brents from February to May 2012. Fuck the loudness war.

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