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CESSATION : sitscfapiac,ewg (ft. Rorquals)
CONTEMPORARY : babpwbw (ft. Anrufen)
CYCLICAL : i’rlotu&mwbmiSLO=Wm (ft. there are no birds here)
CRADLE : yc’syg,sintwq (ft. Jøtnarr)
CRAZED : iad&sbc’ttllcd,iwtsbmvhg (ft. Diacritical Mark)
CONSTERNATION : iwcgosac,wdig? (ft. MINDINFECTEDFUTUREFACTION)
CONVIVIAL : bseiwtbbhnmotj (ft. Italian Books)
A single concept piece, broken up into 7 parts, each featuring a different collaborating artist from the local East Anglian scene. It was created over the course of 2 years (on and off) between 2022 and 2024. The theme of the record is climate collapse under late-stage capitalism, the causes/consequences of it and what we need to collectively build in its place for a better world. It also wrestles with coming to terms with one’s personal mortality as the tech-feudal oligarchy crave more power/wealth/AI to be immortal out of the fear of certain death. Each track name explains the theme of that song, alongside a suffixed anagram of an explanation of a dream/nightmare I remember having around said theme (some from childhood). To be pretentiously annoying the only way to know what the anagrams mean is on a TXT file with the physical USB release or digital download.
Hoard all the wealth you can. Become the richest person to ever exist. No one gets out of this life alive. Buy your assets and status. You won’t exist to enjoy it forever. No one gets out of this life alive.
When soil's parched, the sun is scorching, where the fuck is your food sourcing? Fields ablaze and forests torching. Won't make that ship to Mars they're launching. Every politician talking. Not an answer to a damn thing. Ice melts from Antarctic Ring. Displaced towns from sea rising. It’s fucked mate.
Nothing grows here any more. No hope. No cure. No dreams. Just apathy. A resignation to the grave. The unstoppable fate of death. Individual. Collective. Everything. Ever. No future on a dying planet.
Fire and flames from burning thrones. History books will never know. Silence. We await the feast. Hunger of an untamed beast. Pointed fingers of the weak. Not the enemy you seek. Black tar sludge is your conductor. Just look up, see your destructor. Fire and flames from burning homes. Native lands were overthrown. Silence. These tales must die. There is pride to an untrained eye. Evil, run amok. Time melts, from the clock. Unwashed stained souls from filth. Satan's gaze in a smog-fed haze. Blood soaked rags dictating hate. Satan's maze with a glass to raise. Reject. Bleed out. Amputate. Cut the head off from the snake. Slay the beast, it’s ours to take. Remove the curse upon these lakes. The toxic air will host our wake.
Reborn from ashes. Consumption no more. You can’t buy your way out. The great equaliser. Nothing is immortal here. Everything will fucking die. The thought realm. Where we are even. We will never be equals here. Choose your poison. Do less harm.
Mixed and mastered by Matthew Read (Fantastic Rectangles/Son Without Father Without Son). Samples featured from the audiobook version of 'This Is Not A Drill: An Extinction Rebellion Handbook' read by Eva Pope.