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Depascent Ballag​à​rraidh

from Nutshell Studies of Unexplained Death by EXNUN

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    “Nutshell Studies of Unexplained Death” is an album mixes hardcore punk’s ferocity with extreme metal’s dark, poetic complexity.

    Musically it deconstructs all the basic elements of punk, hardcore, grind, death metal, noise, thrash and black metal and puts the pieces together in a nonconforming post-modern way while sound-wise staying raw and old school.

    Lyrically this is an album about the normalization of collective insanity and how our twisted, unrealistic definition of the “normal” affects the mental health of the individuals and the society. Today the system we live in pushes us further into a soul crushing monotony and sameness filled with a horrifying suppressed anxiety. Everyday we ignore our emotions and try to meet unrealistic expectations of the society whose only fundamental value is money. We don’t know where we are, what we are and why do we live because we compleletly forgot our universal cosmic roots. Overwhelming feeling of powerlessness and desperation it creates on every individual gets us little bit closer to inhumanity everyday and since everybody is trying to act like everything is ok, everyone of us thinks “something should be wrong with me” while the only thing being wrong is living in a system which values the money and power more than love, happiness, beauty, meaning, truth and freedom.

    Album takes its name from “The Nutshell Studies of Unexplained Death” which is a series of nineteen intricately designed dollhouse-style dioramas of actual murder scenes, created by Frances Glessner Lee (1878–1962), a pioneer in forensic science.

    Lyrics of the songs are seperate poems while the actual vocal lines recorded on the album are just selected words and lines from the poems and inscrutable screams emphasizes emotion more than meaning.

    The album is recorded in Istanbul by the band, mixed by Taylor Young at The Pit Recording Studio and mastered by Brad Boatright at Audiosiege.

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lyrics

Depascent Ballagàrraidh

Where were we
Before the cardinal points?
If everywhere is “up” for someone “down”
What does it say about God?
Let there be True North!
Cause we won’t
Have ours for another 26000 rounds around the Sun

So how far are we away from home?

I am the latest
Machinery tapeworm
Infest
It is a progress
I’m worse

A dead fly
In God soup of no time
A gangrenous lump,
Tenebrous, drops down
A homeless Sun hums the hymn
The last famous song
Of All There Is
Sounds the same with the first
Since they were written as one

Let there be finite sub-infinities!


An ancient vibrant Word
In a native crystal tongue
Fell from the dank mouths
Of a phantom celestial choir
More like a balmy breath than a tone,
Led the way

For The Truth is just an infinite blueprint
And time is a tailor-made funeral pyre
A language
Everything has its own
And yes, blackholes do dream of galactic sheep too

So how late are we going home?

Then (?) The Word made flesh
And the flesh gave birth
To me
The bastard son:

A two headed heresy

Let there be some planet in the middle of nowhere and let some clueless self-aware creatures who basically should consume each other to simply exist, emerge upon it.
What can go wrong?


Enchanted flesh wrapped around the spiral Word
Blossomed the dirt to manifest the song
Thus the violent fuck fest,
This carnal shit show has begun

Flesh upon flesh
Vomiting blood
Shapeless flesh splashing down from the ashes of the skies
Bashing the dirt
Flesh slashing the flesh apart
Meshing some dashing and dove-like
Flashing flesh flowers inside

Until the day
Fear of insignificance
Thinning of the herd
The wretched leech king,
A proud homebrew tumor
On the left wing of the scarab,
Reigns over the Earth

Let there be delusion of control!

And we all kissed his ring
Thought he could command
The way the phantom celestials sing
Screw with inscrutable flows
He could build walls
Kill for coins
And deliver us all
From the ancient pain
Of the shades of unknown

I sold all the wild horses
To count the infinity
I’ve grown tomatoes that don’t really feed anything
And I made a ton of drugs
I invaded gut of God
Then I made the Son of Sun
Then I shared all his stocks
Then I made the Donald Duck
Then I made the faith a gun
Then I shot
My old betrayed pal
On the hearth


I am all the same long forgotten Word
In this sworn fadeless song
In which
Lays home

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from Nutshell Studies of Unexplained Death, released June 9, 2023

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EXNUN İstanbul, Turkey

EXNUN:
Can Temiz: Bass, Vocals
Ersin Çağlayan: Guitars, Vocals
Ozan Çam: Guitars, Vocals
Aberrant Engin: Drums

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