CD 1 : We're sane
CD 2 : Retrognathe. Contains the two first Prognathe records : Revelation Flesh (2014) and Prognathe (2012)
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lyrics
Seven men were cast into the future,
In order to preserve the tribe.
To save the clan from punishment and unsure fate.
To be defrost in propitious times, to be the last hope,
Forever they’re gone.
Those who stand upon desolated lands, breathing a last moan,
Together as one,
Went away and didn’t muck about.
There was an extra man,
He had another plan.
Frost. Mid-frost and trepanned.
He dug a hole into the frozen ground,
And settled in the icy coffin.
The ice made a shield over his body
But the head remained tepid.
When he melted, half the brain was lost.
It was lost. Mid-frost and trepanned.
It was lost. Mid-frost and trepanned.
It was lost.
There was an extra man,
He had another plan.
Frost. Mid-frost and trepanned.
Deadpan he was no more, he rose and emerged.
Trepanned, rotten to the core, bovine and enraged.
Deadpan he was no more, he rose and emerged.
Trepanned, rotten to the core, bovine and enraged.
Dead no more, he had defrost and emerged from his sleep
No more, he is awake and enraged, ‘cause he’s
Dead no more, he had defrost and emerged from his sleep
No more, he is awake and enraged.
Lope, mad and spastic, and fucking ravenous,
Cold and frantic, back to slaughter the tribe.
Psychopathic, and fucking gluttonous,
Mad and spastic, back to slaughter
And trepan.
The catastrophe is on.
The catastrophe was redefined,
And once more,
Will tremble with troubles and no restraint.
And they’ll suffer,
And once more,
Will shiver with whispers and live a catastrophe.
supported by 4 fans who also own “Half-frost and furious”
Quite possibly the most full-on album I've ever listened to. Intense, and then some. 'Digital Tarpit' could describe both the track and the whole album: high-pitched guitar squeals that make your fillings itch coupled with merciless, suffocating heaviness. The Avenell-esque vocals top it off perfectly.
Brilliant - punishing, but brilliant. jim_fuego
The Alberta crushers hold tight to their rank, astral-gazing grindcore, staring down abyssal torment all the while. Bandcamp Album of the Day Mar 31, 2020