#cynarae

[gilbertlovesjanedoe]

Listen/purchase: Ancient Shores / Cynarae by Ancient Shores HOLY SHIT THIS IS SO GOOD.

[ikillbullshit]

Cynarae // The Phenomenology of Suffering

[halifaxcollect-blog]

PRESS:

Seattle's CYNARAE will be hitting the east coast next week for a string

of dates supporting their debut 12" on A389 Recordings.  (Tour dates below)

Formed in 2010, , CYNARAE (pronounced 'Sin-Ar-uh') are a supremely brutal metallic hardcore band featuring members of NW mainstays The Helm. 

Combining the influences of 90's Bremen metalcore (Morser/Systral) with their US counterparts (His Hero Is Gone/The Swarm), CYNARAE have been quickly making a name for themselves based on their incredible debut 

EP and intense live performance to boot.

The band will also be returning Baltimore in January as part of Day One of the A389 IX Anniversary Bash alongside Integrity, Catharsis, Full Of Hell, 

Ilsa and Old Lines.  But since the show is long sold out, be sure to catch

them at the dates below: CYNARAE EAST COAST TOUR 2012 9/21 Seattle, WA @ The Highline 9/29 Pittsburgh, PA @ The Roboto Project

9/30 Roanoke, VA @ The Big Gay Mansion 10/1 Morgantown, WV @ 123 Pleasant Street 10/2 Columbus, OH @ Legion Of Doom 10/3 Chicago, IL @ Albion House

10/4 Detroit, MI @ South Hall At Genesis 10/5 Astabula, OH @ Jarrod's House

10/6 Buffalo, NY @ The Glitterbox

10/7 Syracuse, NY @ Badlands 10/8 Boston, MA @ O'Briens

10/9 Brooklyn, NY @ The Acheron 10/10 New Brunswick, NJ @ House Show

10/11 Richmond, VA @ Strange Matter

10/12 Greensboro, NC @ Glenwood Coffee And Books

10/13 Baltimore, MD @ Hellzapoppin

Stream the entire CYNARAE self titled 12" here: http://a389recordings.bandcamp.com/album/a389-098-cynarae-self-titled-12

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Cynarae // Prostrate in Obeisance 

[dangerous-muse]

Last night, ah, yesternight, betwixt her lips and mine There fell thy shadow, Cynara! thy breath was shed Upon my soul between the kisses and the wine; And I was desolate and sick of an old passion, Yea, I was desolate and bowed my head: I have been faithful to thee, Cynara, in my fashion. All night upon mine heart I felt her warm heart beat, Night-long within mine arms in love and sleep she lay; Surely the kisses of her bought red mouth were sweet; But I was desolate and sick of an old passion, When I awoke and found the dawn was grey: I have been faithful to thee, Cynara, in my fashion. I have forgot much, Cynara! gone with the wind, Flung roses, roses riotously with the throng, Dancing, to put thy pale, lost lilies out of mind, But I was desolate and sick of an old passion, Yea, all the time, because the dance was long: I have been faithful to thee, Cynara, in my fashion. I cried for madder music and for stronger wine, But when the feast is finished and the lamps expire, Then falls thy shadow, Cynara! the night is thine; And I am desolate and sick of an old passion, Yea, hungry for the lips of my desire: I have been faithful to thee, Cynara, in my fashion.

on sum qualis eram bonae sub regno Cynarae