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One day you wake up all happy and head towards your favorite record store, and the world seems identical to the day before. Then you walk in without knowing that from that moment on your conception of music will change: you encounter Tremulant by The Mars Volta.
You buy it almost out of curiosity, even because of the reduced price, rush home and pop it in the player: what just happened?
Who are these guys?
Where does this music come from?
These are genuinely the questions that jumped to my mind the first time I listened to this EP of just three songs, three pearls of rare perfection, a whirlwind of sounds accompanied by exquisite vocal lines, entirely in 3/4 as befits a prog album but at the same time light and penetrating like the best psychedelic compositions.
Three gems of blinding brilliance, which almost make you forget the "the next big thing" At The Drive-In, the previous band of Omar Rodriguez-Lopez and Cedric Bixler-Zavala, respectively guitarist and singer.
I said almost...
Tracklist Lyrics and Samples
01 Cut That City (05:44)
neonecropopulace has no reflection
neocaeczaristic phallic ruins
just east of the river denial the techs are breathing
welcome to this neotokyo
gridlocks will warn the chromlech alarms
bouquet of cuticles
landscape tantrums
tramontane torching the tramontane
i've heard the mumbling of citadels shifting on this richter scale
the alleys will flow marble intercourse
roil the pantheon... of subterfuge
tramontane torching the tramontane
this marabout isn't untouchable
indentured by servitude
neoinfidels - let's plug them in
neopolygraphic, trip chords
centrocircuiphobia the fallacy
welcome to neotokyo
tore the wings off seraphin, fed them to the anglophiles
in this stag caberat the bark of buildings surged, through the whipping volt abode
go to the lexicon you sluggard, if you will.
02 Concertina (04:54)
in denial who will come clean all the ravenous debris
in disguise sideswiped by penance cerecloth sentencing
this scapegrace will pay my barking harangue... are you listening?
on the 14th you stole what hasn't grown old
in denial, file this under a bridge that he can't leave
will those shadows glare from that blank- rimmed stare in a vacancy hush
aunque me dejaste ahogando en el mar acuestate en la tierra, de la realidad de tu sueño
manos de recuerdo solamente a ti te odio yo ya me voy
in denial, who will clean up all this ravenous debris
in denial, file this under a bridge that he can't leave
and the storyville sawbones couldn't fill
the prescription to mend all the broken wills in the white lie wards - don't you pretend
tangled in thorns to walk unborn
and this debt will collect
[all the sickness that is there]
03 Eunuch Provocateur (08:48)
The Al-Sirat hides
behind a wardrobe of eunuchs
Seconds collide
till the padisha scandal
The cauldrons have eyes
by way of racket and vice
A 's bedpan
Filled with demimonde lice
Dethroned by the comatorium
De-loused in the comatorium
The-Al Sirat hides
Behind a wardrobe of eunuchs
Seconds collide
Till the padisha scandal
Tribunals installed
Now that the provoste has been de-frocked
The labefaction is venal
My how these tricks turn themselves
In the wake of the inquisition
Limbless answers inoculated
I've caught mono bobbing for barbed wire
These nasty sores of ataxia
will feel the sting of the opiate copulation
The Al-Sirat hides
behind a wardrobe of eunuchs
seconds collide
Till the padisha scandal
The Al-Sirat hides
behind a wardrobe of eunuchs
seconds collide
Till the padisha scandal
The Al-Sirat hides...
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By AndJusticeForAll
These The Mars Volta are really way too ahead.
This work is a 5 out of 5, no discussion.
