“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
What's Wrong With The Lobotomy Kid?
“The Man is carried in naked by two bearers who drop him on the platform with bestial, stirring brutality. The Man wriggles… His flesh turns to viscid, transparent jelly that drifts away in green mist, revealing a monster black centipede.”
William S. Burroughs
We walk down the streets
Walking on the asphalt giblets
On some nameless caged ghouls'
Lungs and genitalia
Compressed
To the adress
No one ever told ya
And it's okay since
We paved the way with the sedated, tamed and dazed pet gorillas’ saliva
Luckily, we have shoes
They know how to walk
Walk down the sleek streets coated with proud amnesia
Saying hello to clueless folk
With a hole on our foreheads,
A little too close to the nasal bones,
Dripping hot, boiling, sticky, tar-like mold,
Stinking like old,
One-and-a-half-meter-long
Sea centipede's smearing sore
- who shits like gold, by the way
Sable semen of
Euphoria
And what's wrong with the kid,
Trying to arrive five minutes early to every meeting
Getting late to every one of them?
What's wrong with the kid,
All the dishes piling up in the kitchen sink swimming in the chemical spring
Angel dreams mucosa
What's wrong with the kid,
Not paying taxes?
What's wrong with the kid,
Never having a healthy relationship?
What's wrong with the kid
Yawning all day,
With high blood pressure and type II diabetes?
With all theese itches,
Eczema, swollen throat, sleep apnea, insomnia, asthma, migraines, gastrointestinal problems, and accelerated aging,
Filling pus-coated veins
With the saddest processed cattles
And two-headed, morbidly obese chicken nails
GMO corn and DDT kale
Three little baby tails?
"Doctors said
He can't sleep
‘Cause he ate
All the sheep"
What's wrong with him,
Spreading fat, ugly, greedy,
Stove-burnt polymer
Panhandle-eating
Scrap-metal-scratched
Pot-bottom-licking
Sun-soaked-plastic
Water-bottle-gnawing
Pore-clogging anti-
Perspirant-sniffing
Aluminium apple-
Juice-box-chewing
Billion-dollar-company
Funded-univercity
Research-approved fat thick
Frozen-meal-nibbling
Chemo-tanning
Exhaust-fanning
Petrol-craving
CO-breathing
Cock-sucking
Mother-fucking
Cancer cells
All over my terrarium?
Seriously,
What's wrong with him?
What's wrong with the kid,
Selling his eyes to a baby-eating anorexic swamp hog to make his daddy proud?
What's wrong with the kid,
Trying to shove,
Hidrocloric snail juice
Liver-frying fairy piss,
Boner-giver-carcass ladders
-So Mr. Avid please,
How many friends have you killed?
-Today?
Soul-replacing shiny things
- Oh, my eternal happiness,
I'm just a million bucks away
And rehab
Restroom Ods,
- He was just fine this morning
Makes him look a little
Well...
Dead
Into this
Ever-widening gap
Ever-darkening void
Ever-deepening cleft
Ever-frightening limbo
Between
This abomination
With transparent jelly flesh,
With cheap zinc-carbon battery juice flowing in its arteries,
With a hole on its forehead
A little too close to the nasal bones
Dripping hot, boiling, sticky, tar-like mold
Stinking like old,
One-and-a-half-meter-long
Sea centipede's smearing sore
Sable semen of
Euphoria
And
The kid with the most beautiful smile
Made of star-stuff
What's wrong with the kid,
Terrified of every little thing?
Can't he breathe deeply?
Can't he focus on the moment?
Can't he reframe the situation?
Can't he keep his problems in perspective?
What's wrong with the kid, really?
I can see him smile
I think he's just fine.
36 choice cuts - one from each 2015 LP, plus music from new signings on the mighty and 25-years-strong Relapse label. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 4, 2015
