#no solace

[birchtreestick]

"SAys he's happy, he's a LIAR, blame the ARSON for the FIRE"

Is one of the sickest lyrics I've ever heard

It's so cool but also:

[human-antithesis]

Forever uphill atop the remains Of missed chances, of hope and innocence The withered bones of those who failed But more so of those who didn't even try Bursting through the barbed thickets Sharp with guilt, deceit and shame To the petty truths buried underneath Layers and layers of drivel and mud

In this day and age

The litanies of overskurkens moral Are the only prayers to be heard these days And all those who dreamt about a True Revolution Got distracted by hurting each other

What has to be done, has to be done The human nature is what it is We cover our eyes in a call to arms And turn one edge toward ourselves

Arm in arm in this futile strife Where cards are marked and odds are little to none Hand in hand with fate worse than death Relentless in discontent

In this day and age

Empires get wrecked Principles get crushed Saviors get crucified History gets what? History fucking gets over it all

And the assassins in rose tinted glasses At the wrong end of the tunnel of light Practitioners of paramount scorn And those who'd rig moral compass rather than bridges

Behold the world and spit on it The noble and the scum of the earth Just out of some basic damned dignity In this day and age of excuse

What has to be done, has to be done The human nature is what it is We cover our eyes in a call to arms And turn one edge toward ourselves

Arm in arm in this futile strife Where cards are marked and odds are little to none Hand in hand with fate worse than death Relentless in discontent

What has to be done, has to be done The human nature is what it is We cover our eyes in a call to arms And turn one edge toward ourselves

[styggelsetapes]

ALFARMANIA & PROIEKT HAT: Flugornas herrar (C88 - Styggelse 2017) Once again the Sundsvall Pig Elite mark the northern summer drawing to an end by colliding in earsplitting stereo. Once again the haunts of the northern wastes are paid a visit by the dysfunctional duo and their deviant devices of disharmony. Once again churning out one relentless affront against civilized society after another. A shocking 88 minute odyssey into fuck all, fueled by insect-laden power drinks laced with alcohol and topped off with a dispassionate disregard for human life. Lords of Flies take command and have placed a call. Are you man enough to answer and accept the charges? Cover artwork by Michael Viklund.  Mastering by No Solace.  First edition of 200 copies. Release date 27.10.2017. 100 SEK / 10 EURO + postage.  Pre-orders possible through [email protected] Track list: 01. Protracted Cosmic Collapse: Abschwung des Alls 02. In the Darkest Dungeons of Solitude 03. Life-Extinguisher of Multitudes 04. Soul Searching at Gunpoint 05. Born with a Dead Man's Memories 06. Rain of Oblivion 07. Genom förtryckande atmosfärer 08. Abnormal Gestation Termination 09. Genom förryckande atmosfärer 10. No Order, No Power, No Hope 11. For Ever Catastrophic 12. Magplask i ett bollhav av glödlampor 13. Soot Gruel 14. Exact Moment of Death Prolonged a Thousand Times  

[reptileshrine]

Exercises in futility LP 2015 by Mgła

[julesgems]

desperation

Trying to make out That I’m doing something important Filling my days with the inane When all the time I am daunted

By the road disappearing Ahead and into the distance I’m overcome I feel the constant insistence

Of ‘What are you doing Is there anything of value in it? Your life spanning out before you You’re not making anything of it’

'Your life;’ almost jeering 'It’s amounting to what? I told you at the beginning You have nothing; you’re not

Really going to make it Like everyone else Don’t expect anyone to be there for you You know the hand you were dealt’

'Your family, long ago Spun out into the wilderness Where the predators gather Alongside the orphans and the fatherless’

'You’ve never been protected Abandoned again and again And your resources are so pitifully meagre There’s no way you can fight or defend’

As I scan ahead to the horizon And the carcass dotted landscape of those who’ve lost the fight I don’t see any solace in the wilderness Seems the doomsayers were right

So that’s why I constantly try to make out That I’m doing something of major importance Takes my mind off my desperation And the predators circling in the distance

657pm Saturday Feb 4, 2017 221pm Tuesday Feb 7, 2017

[hate5sixofficial]

No Solace 2022-10-28 Ottawa Tavern Toledo, OH

[human-antithesis]

Apocalypticists

Consciousness reworked. Sequences shifted. Thought crystallized. Dark veil risen. Whom seek to liberate. Whom seek the inmost truth. Whom entered the path and stumbled. One hell of epiphany. Delirium, and inherent discontent and hunger. An anchorite immured within cursing stones and their discordant chant. An offering refused. Nothing ecstatic about this truth and even gods have deserted. No one will be awaken. No one will be released. And those spastic wriggles of a semazen, desperate with the notion of a flat-lined thought. No one will be awaken. No one will be released. Revelato. An abode of distress. A resonant blasphemy. A constellation of black holes. A clay ratio. Another turn of the wheel of deconstruction. This particular mind has specialized in howling. No one will be awaken. No one will be released.