Showing posts with label Paulo. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Paulo. Show all posts

Sunday, April 27, 2014

"What's he saying?"

Here are the complete lyrics to the Artificial Brain album "Labyrinth Constellation", including the correct version of "Brain Transplant", of which a few lines were accidentally left out in the cd booklet.
All lyrics by William Smith.

“Brain Transplant"
(In memory of Joe Ptacek. R.I.P. 1972 – 2010)
Cells scattered in electronic ghosts of pulse
Dreams of futile flesh…
(Chorus:
Hindsight’s remembrance of members and bowels
Heroes of hopes broken, throw in the towel…)
Wisdom and crafts of the pioneers – never lose them in these cold years
(Repeat chorus)
Broken, dreamless in frozen worship
Into the necrosphere, beyond the world of waking men
Where horror and moral terror are your friends

“Absorbing Black Ignition” 
Gemini – twin of two extremes
Symmetry – polarized at the seam
The side of dirt – an animal ignited
The side of the vacuum – existing in psychic
“Flesh is just mud, until tempered with fire
Heaving balance, a dimension of fibers”
Summoning energy, twins of darkness and light
Grey equation, charged with blackness beyond nights
“Soil, water, light – temples of the flesh which channel  seas of urge.”
Gemini – twin of two extremes
Symmetry – polarized at the seam
“Flesh is just mud, until tempered with fire
Heaving balance, a dimension of fibers”


“Wired Opposites” 
(Chorus:
Antique satellite solitude
Cyborg sentient molecules
After it purges its bowels into the night sky
It’s free of light, free of programmed cognizance
Free from wired opposites, free to implode on itself into afterlife
Unchained from spite…)
The flea that sucks at the udder, chittering through centuries…
The gravity that drains all gutters, the chattering laughter of silent space…
(Repeat chorus)
The swirling gaseous halo, leaving embers of entire systems…
The rat that ate its own tail until it became God…
(As I’m blinking, witness visions, witness suns
Witness the words of planets with tongues) (repeat)
Into blackness, into nothing
Limitless potential…
Abysmal night sky!
Gorged on the ghosts of dead stars!
Scarred by rotting light – one day, when days are no more, you’ll be pure…

“ Worm Harvester” 
Punctured - by a thousand probing pinheads
Blanketed - by fleshbeds of syringes
Paralyzed - in muffled writhing
Suffocating - frozen in shock
Catatonic coma – a warm, worm harvester
Lucid larvae share in the emptiness of your dreams…
(Infected with billions of eggs…)
Feel them grow and twitch – incubated cyst
Bubbling blisters leak – “I thought I heard one speak…”
Swarmed from head to toe – milky overflow
Pockmarked human husk – a bitter, bleachy musk
Just before you finally fade away into the relief of death
Feel them hatch and squirm
Healthy, strong - you've kept them warm...
(Digging from underneath the skin
Translucent teeth resemble tiny fins
Shredding all that’s left from within
“Incubation of a million pins.”)

“Frozen Planets”
Frozen planets, whose trees no longer sway
Stark, motionless concrete chill where winds have died and all is still
Echoes of the ghosts of life, like the gusts of a leaf taunting gravity -
In its descent from naked, outstretched bark genitalia.
In awkward angles against the slate blue skies -
The blue of  haunted warehoused machines,
who long for lives that they wouldn’t know what to do with…
“No sunsets here
Just rotations of different distant moons and skewed melting of lights hue.
Burned out stars, like butted cigars.
Pieces of shattered homes, oceans misled into suns.”
Divisive sciences come and go – lost signals in sullen grey glow
(Your empty words.)


“Bastard Planet”
Son, Son of sun
Sum, sum of light
Something across skies at night
(Zombie god with no will but to create.)
Preserved, burning bright – to save us at the end of time?
Or to guide us and enslave our mind?
Insignificant savior to the blind
Enliched organic altar
“Arise to save your swine.
A man is possessed by god how a dam is possessed by logs.”
Surging swell of light like an explosion
The essence of night controls the erosion of undigested diatribes
(Zombie god with no will but to create.)

“Labyrinth Constellation” 
Solitude – truth in absence
A million light-years away…
(chorus:
A barren abyss – broken
In pieces, flaking frozen)
Stewing, swirling, slow motion labyrinth constellation
I alone speak with the wobbling sun
It cries to me as it licks stars clean
(Repeat chorus)
“But even though my fire has grown cold, its embers burn…
…My embers have the patience of piranhas.
In my renaissance, my tongues will be trees.
I will vomit thunder through teeth made of mountains.
So many tides have flushed my age away
And with it worn darkness to grey.”

“Hormones Echo” 
Echoes of rage skid across linear time…
Legacy of hearts wound chills spine
Shrieking, shadowed sound silhouette
Body long gone but not silenced yet
Intense sensation of soul’s memory projected through centuries
“Doomed in repetition – a listless photograph of a dead man’s ambition
Blurry essence of eternal imprint 
Not in space, but in time, distant
Reflections of every worst moment
Play out never reaching atonement”
Lives played out now cast into forgotten silence 
Leaving only lingering sorrows born of violence
(Legacy of hearts wound chills spine
Shrieking, shadowed sound silhouette
Body long gone but not silenced yet
Intense sensation of soul’s memory projected through centuries…)

“Moon Funeral” 
A vastly rooted world tree which absorbs knowledge from air and disperses it to the bowels
Through the clay, to the core of its anchor
“A planet which walks in a swarm of suspended moons
It burns itself upon the sun to build immunity to radiation.
It gorges itself on poisonous light and colon spasms its roots unto the sediment.”
Poisoned… to the water and soil and organs
Machinery of constellations
“Mud is the cradle of light into matter, scum and waste filtered in bladder.
Oh, Wooden Terra Satellite”
A vane planet, killing itself
Toxic anguish, globally felt
“A planet which walks in a swarm of suspended moons, it burns itself upon the sun to
Build immunity to radiation, it gorges itself on poisonous light.”

“Orbital Gait” 
Tides that sweep all shores, of all vast stretches, of all bouldered beaches
To the streams and rivers of ebbed reaches
Cling to the grounded balance of gravity
Precipitated moisture locked in atmospheric lull
Planets perception becomes cataracted
As the empty fog of dreams darkens…
Contaminating seas in seconds, holocausting plants from below
Waves of festering nausea, beached whales writhe under the crows
Darkness concentrated, slick and pulsating
Floods uncharted equations, consuming stability
Once a fertile sphere, now a diseased bowel
(Chorus:
“Perpetually reflushing its own soul sepsis”
Expansive energy clouds of misted souls seep from neighboring wormholes,
Infusing dead worlds as enliched bacteria gushes forth from craterous pores.
Resurrected in eternal life.)
“Pestilence”
(Repeat chorus)


Monday, January 28, 2013

New Buckshot Facelift song streaming/download


After 3 long years we finally have a new studio song for you.... The new album will be out on limited edition 11" vinyl in a few short days - shows coming to! Go to BuckshotFacelift.blogspot.com as always for more fun!



Sunday, January 27, 2013

I don't like this trend




Almost as soon as I wished Paulo a get well soon, I ended up in the hospital myself. A man with a developmental disability threw a flower pot at me today at work, resulting in 2 separate lacerations that required 4 staples each. I've worked in this field for 8 years - I've been bitten on a few occasions and headbutted countless times but this is the first time I've ever had a thick ceramic flower pot broken over my head like a Popeye cartoon.


Thursday, January 24, 2013

Man down, man down!

A big Vito's Squid Stop "Get well soon" to my homie, Paulo, who blew his knee out practicing guttural crouches while getting ready for the new Devourment album. Stay up, pit boss.





Saturday, December 1, 2012

Speaking of Representing...


This is the first time we played Long Island in 2 years (except for the noisecore set with no guitar at Mikey's house in October). Bottom line, we're fuckin' back and ready. Me and Big Sal are doing pushups for this show. Grown thangs.

"When I call you "boi boi", know I meant it - that's what you can tell your' wife" - "Boi Boi". Buckshot Facelift, from upcoming new album.

Paulo of 2007


Like Paulo of 2012, but more euro.

Friday, November 9, 2012

Buckshot Facelift News

"Buckshot Facelift salutes the brave Firefighters, EMS, Police and humanitarian workers fighting to help our home in the wake of these events and the their aftermath. We would also like to acknowledge the I.B.E.W. workers from all parts of the United States who are doing dangerous work here to regain our electric services."

-Taken from our most recent blog update.

I know I joke around a lot and placed emphasis on Halloween and dead trees, but I just wanted to share a little reality as well.

Lots of new Buckshot Facelift news, check out our new preview song, "Touch the Monolith" featuring El Diablo Mike, and check out our campaign to finance the new album through supporters like you on Indiegogo.com for special merchandise and deals on the album.
 Buckshot Facelift Official Blog

Thursday, September 13, 2012

Code Jalapeno! High Alert!

LOST ESKIMO

 

Last seen flexing his muscles before a malicious smoke spirit to protect me.

Saturday, August 25, 2012

Buckshot Facelift - "The Trainwreck Sessions" Cassette

"The Trainwreck Sessions" is a tape Buckshot Facelift put out earlier this year. Side B has prank calls I made to Sal. Download it for free HERE.



Friday, June 29, 2012

While you were sleeping...

6/28/12 @ St. Vitus
Catbomb presents:

The Communion
Wake the Machines (Cali)
Radiation Blackbody
Grudges

Yeah, Paulo and I rolled out and supported the scene. So did about a dozen or so scene drifters, including big Andrew Hock himself, what a coincky-dink. Here's how shit went down:

-Grudges was awesome. Definite euro-grind LDOH,Nyctophobic mixed with powerviolence thing happening. Sweet hyperblasts. I'm looking forward to seeing these guys play for a bigger crowd.

-Radiation Blackbody. Respect. You guys should check that shit out, seriously. I'm going to see them next time they play. Fuck Yea Radiation Blackbody.
 
-Wake The Machines -Noisy noise grind. I think some of this was improvised maybe - these guys are A OK with me though because the drummer gave me a great deal on some fuckin cassettes! I'll post reviews and pictures of what I got when I have a chance.

-The Communion - Nick definitely stripped down to his boxers, whipped himself with a belt and mooned the crowd at several points. Joe was the only person in the house who managed to attend both this show, as well as the big Death/Gorguts tribute in Manhattan on the same night. Jimmy and Bill were cool as cucumbers, as usual.

Conclusion: The Communion wins in a narrow finish with Radiation Blackbody. Wake The Machines gets the merch award and Grudges are creeping on the comeup. Sorry boys, it's all about personality...

Where's Walter?

Tuesday, April 24, 2012

It's gonna be a sweaty summer...


Coming Soon:
 
Artificial Brain - 2012 Demo 
(Recording starts : 6/7 /2012)

Buckshot Facelift - "Elders Rasp" full length
(Recording starts: 6/16/2012)

+New merch and live performances by both bands 
and under the radar tapes and side projects, as always...

Saturday, August 27, 2011

Don't miss Dephosphorus

If you're not hip to these guys then get on it now - this is one of the most amazing bands I've heard in years. Hailing from Greece, Dephosphorus delivers a style of brutal, raw music that can be hard to pinpoint. Though backed by a solid engine of precise but relentless blasting and doublebassy stomping breakdowns that sound like the drums must have had pieces flying off, they often manage to take songs into a dismal, churning fury of doom just long enough for you to catch your breath for the next break neck speed ride straight to Hades. Though at times they summon d-beats, oldschool metal doom, and even the fury of speeding punk and grind, they manage to keep everything part of the same uniform, deathly atmosphere and no part ever seems out of place.Whats more, watch out for occasional flourishes of experimental electronics that don't overpower, but compliment said atmosphere. Instead of mishmoshing genres, they bring everything to a natural hybrid that embodies all of the strengths and leaves behind the trappings of genres. All that being said, I know Paulo is thinking "but Will, what do they sing about?". Well, fuckin' Paulo, the lyrics are amazing. These guys are on some next level space ritual shit and have the sweet artwork to prove it. They collaborated on a song with one of the guys from Unearthly Trance so get down with this shit before it's hot in Brooklyn. This is the metal of the future. Anyway, my future. They put out a big gatefold record that comes with a shirt, but decided to let everyone download it here for free.
DEPHOSPHORUS WEBSITE

Friday, August 26, 2011

Copremesis first show

I don't condone what these perverts do with their spare time or their stage show, but Jon Berg once said "always rep your friends", so that's what I'll do here. Having been down with these guys for as long as I have, I can't give an objective opinion. I can, however, attest to years upon years of slugging it out as the underdogs in the high priced revolving door of the NYC death metal scene. Blood, sweat, debt and tears has brought these boys through the deep south and back only to literally wallow naked in vomit on hot summer nights of death metal. I can not even begin to describe the depths to which live performances have sank. Whereas guitarist/vocalist Alex favors a more sarcastic, dry approach to stage presence, he works perfectly as the understated straight man to other guitarist/vocalist Paulo, whos antics over the years have included multiple incidents of nudity, vomit, and questionable sexual gestures and implications. However, behind these 20 to 30 minute outbursts at shows  that have been known to clear rooms and require mops and disinfectant, there is a very deep and calculated type of music that comes from living and breathing brutal death metal as a way of life and even at times a salvation. Copremesis is not for everyone, but for those who can look through this explosive and often self deprecating ugliness and see the depth to which these guys feel what they are doing, it is a bastion of truth. This is what happens when the brokenhearted children of Morbid Angel and Nile descend into a mix of G.G. Allin and Antimo from Disgorge. They have a bunch of free releases for download on their deceptively subtle website here.
FUCKIN' GROSS