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Rating: These Candiria are from New York. And you can tell.
These Candiria know their stuff, whether it’s metal, hardcore, jazz, or hip hop. And you can tell.
These Candiria have created an album that, in my opinion, is a milestone in that genre where all existing music merges, usually called post-core.
The CD opens with the title track. And right away you notice how easy it is for these musicians to change rhythm countless times in a song. Meshugghian tempos blend perfectly with an exceptional drum for precision and technique and with a singer who effortlessly transitions from Hatebreed-style hardcore to old school hip hop.
It's hard to find weak points in an album of such beauty. The only downside might be the track "Words from the lexicon," entirely stark hip hop, perhaps even too old school.
The last track is a very long jam between drum'n'bass and jazz parts. A fitting conclusion to an album that will bring joy to anyone with the open-mindedness to recognize the beauty of any genre played with passion and skill.
Tracklist Lyrics and Videos
02 Signs of Discontent (03:00)
CHAPTER ONE
coloring
blistering
peeling the shell of the mask I'm in
do you speak in tongues that haunt the mind?
to feed and deprive
dry
blood
rain
they shatter to pieces
once again
in the midst of wolves
devoured to pieces
CHAPTER TWO
grasping the air to breathe
in three combine the tragedies
the agony of the gardens ingesting
persisting world of fleas
streams of resolution
no longer issued worthwhile
comprehending the absurd
no time for restitution
innocent blood stains dry
open the sores that rape the eyes
ashamed and fully naked
repeat the process to defile the body?
turn away
sacrifice the unclean
cut your flesh from your mind
devils in disguise
reprise
burned
swollen
CHAPTER THREE
this life of mind but a vapor
specks of dust on a journey
blown by winds
deceived by laws
the
beautiful
things
cling to the ropes
do you have eyes?
eyes set on the things that will curdle
spoiled verbal
trophies that will desert in full
your hope a dying gasp
peasant, your lips are filled with the poison
of the asps
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