Deluxe double LP of "Decreation" pressed on nice quality, heavyweight 180g black vinyl, housed in a 350gsm deluxe gatefold jacket, hand-numbered and limited to 50 copies. If you would like, I will sign the record and throw in a little print of a photograph from the same roll of film that I shot the album cover on.
Includes unlimited streaming of Decreation
via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more.
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Record/Vinyl + Digital Album
Deluxe double LP of "Decreation" pressed on nice quality, heavyweight 180g black vinyl, housed in a 350gsm deluxe gatefold jacket, hand-numbered and limited to 50 copies. This is internally the same vinyl as the 1st pressing; the pressing plant alerted me of an accidental overage and sold me the remaining records at cost, which allows me to offer them to people at a more affordable pricepoint. Externally, these records will be numbered from #51–100 in silver ink, to distinguish them from the gold ink of the 1st pressing. They will also not include prints or stickers, because I ran out :(
Includes unlimited streaming of Decreation
via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more.
ships out within 7 days
edition of 50
$30USDor more
lyrics
we’ve been wasting our breath on notorious expectations.
through the loneliest bones under swaying starlight,
we sink into the filth where purity is sin.
now I’ll govern your infidelity.
our roses wilt under the sun.
we’ve sown the seeds of malcontent.
we’re discovering blood after a roseate dusk.
the holy black tap drips down the spine.
drips down the spine,
our eyes intertwined.
drips down the spine,
drips down.
choke on your feeble condolences while violating blind consent.
this tragedy was our best conquest.
a defiant luster apprehends.
in this glade, your petals unfurl
and I bathe in your languid splendor.
do you feel oppressed here, in the air?
but even when I’m on my knees,
and even when I’m spitting teeth,
you still ravage me and disparage me.
you still ravage me and disparage me.
succumbing to a coveting gaze,
toeing the line between passion and torture.
assuaging a ravenous desire,
toeing the line between failure and fortune.
we intertwine our splendid intuition,
devoured by your wretched inhibition.
I’m burning up with every execution.
we’re heading towards assured annihilation.
surrounded by roses in liminal bloom,
a garden of words ameliorates the paths/past.
a long repose under these swaying stars
will still deliver us into decay.
and laying with hands linked in eclipsed array
will leave scars as bare as the banks of the amphitheater.
Cermony's Ross John Farrar experiments with synths, bass, & percussion to make music similar to that from the '80s homemade tape scene. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 30, 2023