Obsolith EP

by Obsolith

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“Slush of the impassively squelching Universe and of the choking Earth is the Obsolith EP scenery. What takes place there is just as abominable. Obscurity, despair, failing frantic efforts, dreams of tranquility undistinguishable from death. You can say that, seeing the very name of the band, this nonexistent compound, portmanteau, as Humpty Dumty calls such things. But what we have here is neither funeral doom, as it might appear, and nor dismally bubbling sludge. We hear determined and aggressive riff metal burning out and evaporating what lyrics are bound to be about. This clash of music and lyrics may very well be the principal feature of the work”.

The Country of Despoil News


released March 14, 2017

Konstantin Seregin — guitars, back growling
Pavel Klunduk — bass
Alexander Moskalenko aka Mo — drums
Dmitry Subbotin — flow, growling

Music — Konstantin Seregin, Pavel Klunduk, Mo
Lyrics — Dmitry Subbotin
Art — Mo

Recorded and mixed at Pent(agram)House Recording Studio by Igor Butz (Vorvaň band)
Mastered by Alexander Perfilyev
Produced by Konstantin Seregin




Obsolith Moscow, Russia

Dismal lyrics vs robust and brisk music, circumstoner sound vs spirit of nu-alternative scene, eclecticism vs conceptualism, ambience vs rush... The work of Obsolith is developed by the conflict of these opposites. And the band is beyond power to refuse even one of them. More like guys would add some fresh ones! ... more

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Track Name: The Contraction
Loosely based on Paolo Bacigalupi's novel, “The Windup Girl” (2009)

Those seeds will never come up
They are just comestible
And that is only if they
Wouldn't be eaten by rust or weevil
That bulk will never take off
There is not enough coal
And petrol we've left in the age
Of the Expansion of blessed memory

It's the Contraction
Hardly squeaks the spring of life
Consume calories
Turn them into joules
To breath to work to strive
For a new feed

Eat SoyPRO and tighten springs
Hack genes computing with treadle
All starts and ends with a squeak
Last goodbye of globalization
And somewhere the windup begins
The desperate quest for herself
So soon it will be heard
Heechy-keechy's bloody first hello

It's the Contraction
Hardly squeaks the spring of life
Consume calories
Turn them into joules
To breath to work to strive
For a new feed

Cheshire cat
Of free market
Slinks away
And malicious smile
Stays and hangs
Grows and thickens
Squeaking squeaking
Track Name: Portia
Loosely based on Peter Watts' novel, “Echopraxia” (2014)

Pisces-Cetus Galaxy Wall
Virgo Cluster of Laniakea
Local Group then Milkу Way
Orion Arm you're almost here

Prehistoric posthuman and the bunch of absent persons clash
With the hive of carcinomas in trance obsessed with hand hygiene
Everything goes according to the plan relax pill-popper
Everything goes without saying
Ready steady get in

Local Interstellar Cloud
The bubble that kisses Bubble One
Take a closer look at the dwarfs
One of the yellow is our Sun

Posthumans fail and the greatest secret is in the dirty mandibles
Of pathetic helpless but enduring roach piece of the obsolith
Everything goes according to the plan take it easy baseline
Everything goes without saying
Ready steady take it

Daring Ikarus hovers there
Snuggle right beside it and dwell
Save your strength for oncoming meet
According to the intelligent plan

All-pervading mimetic glacier
Portia the mold
Overthinking overwhelming
Portia the god

Dive like
Dive with
Rise from
Rise like
The ashes

Portia the mold
Portia the god
Track Name: New Tongue
Based on the song by “Underthals” (https://underthals.bandcamp.com)

New tongue's
Grown through my gullet and lungs
The spiny stem he's so fiery and so young
One more
Friend to help us in our war
To wedge in people's minds to make them to abhor
Their glazed
Ignorance and indifference
And aspiration for private happiness
Such a haste
Yet before he has to taste
The icy scab and burning salt from the ax

[New tongue's]
Grown through my gullet and lungs
He's full of hopes dramatically bright and strung
His thirst
Is unquenchable he wills to burst
Slop of our life darkness of our time but first
I'm sure
He has to lick our own gore
From the walls of prison cell and from the door and from the floor
Such a fate
Yet it's very hard to get
Thirst may turn into despair or stupid hate

New tongue's
Grown through my gullet and lungs
The flaming list of what is to be done
His game
Is clear but totally insane
Deep inside he's aware he was born in vain
The darkness
Devours every spark
In its deafening slush no one gives a hark
That's a fate
Yet it takes time to fade
We'll make the best of a bad job while we wait
For this

We will never come
To those promised sparkling days
Maybe somday newborn tongue
Will make an ode to you

New tongue
New tongue
So young

Power is disgusting
Just like barber's hands
From the force of the habit
We wake and strive
The slush overgrows and thickens
And there's nothing left
For us but to accrete
And co-ossify
Track Name: Snored Awake
Snored myself awake
In the darkness of these days
At a crawl down my way home
Through the country of despoil
The land of toil and moil
To dig my teeth into another bone
I have won

One day I heard about
The Big Sleep
Grimly fancy it
Forever since
And when his guitar
Gently weeps
I'm trying to go out the window of my waking dreams

Snored myself awake
In the middle of the wake
Hardly figuring out
Who has passed away
Ordinary loss
In our pitch-and-toss
Still not me I'm here I outlast
Not so fast

One day I heard about
The Big Sleep
Oh could I suffer it
At least with half an eye
Is there such a thing
As it's placid deep
I hope I have a chance to undergo it till I die

Snored awake х6