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Revelator

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meshuggah59 Really a good surprise that this band wasn't dead.And definitely happy they were as good as they leave many years ago. Dark ambient Death (or Black?)Metal. Thats Amenta 's music at its best.Great! Favorite track: Twined Towers.
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Time Monitor This is truly an amazing album that is somehow recursive, foreshadowing itself, referencing itself, spiraling and circling back on itself..(could just call it a concept album, but this seems like more than that). It's a puzzle that has a consistent theme. It truly gets better with each listen.
Hard to pick a favorite - An Epoch Ellipsis is what hooked me, so I'll go with that for now. Favorite track: An Epoch Ellipsis.
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bcb723 Goddamn... I love this record and am a huge fan of Cain Cressall's vocal performance across the entire work. Towering emotional shit that strikes a nerve in this time of isolation. Favorite track: Sere Money.
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Relentless & just pure badass atmosphere! Not much else to say, no complaints at all. Favorite track: Psoriastasis.
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Diminye I'd been obsessed with Sere Money for weeks leading up to the full release. Now Parse Over will carry me through the next few. The way this song leaves and comes back. Twice. All of my yes. Favorite track: Parse Over.
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Bo Simpkins holy shit.. so good 🤘
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Two wings of the choir Crushed by Te Deum and Dies Irae. Rioting crowds clamber, Not with a whimper but a whine. A poor cur’s lapse. Square dwellers begging for change, An arid spring. Cold, unmarked, grave. Birds flown to entropical climes. Sore ire cysts sick eyes saw. Poised upon collapse A poor cur’s lapse. And with a pauper’s lisp In slips apocalypse. The lying and the lamb: Unlikely bedfallows. Cloistered bones, now free, Hung from streetlights, gibbering. Tongue-tied tastemakers, Sage and sinnerman, Where ya gonna run to? Babel on. One final brass blast Of an Arc/Angles geomatria. Seize to exist. Yea, judge me But parse sentences. Heartbeaten, youthless. The long liquid list. Yea, judge me But parse sentences.
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Kaliyuga, Roman a-Kaliph: Rioting crowds clamber. High priest of the hip gnosis. Cog dollared, sintaxed, Preaching for stares In the bend of a neck. Stern man on the mount. Master of collusions. Apocaliphate. Successions Of your untied states: A silted delta of cents. Kaliyuga, A twist of Tarot wrist: Our future in rows and lays. The hollow ritual of suffer-rage. Poison: “Fight for the right to bare arms.” Apocaliphate. Successions Of your untied states. The final successions Of your untied states: A repressed unpopulous Trading inner sense For prophets. That was the whimper Of our discontent. The fisherking distributes Poisson and anti-doubt: “Fight for the right to bare arms.” …(Or conceal, conscript or cross them.)… “Sinking scrapheap ships.” …(And their shivering boarders)… “A commonwealth” ...(of common filth)… …(the weak shall inherit the work)… Very impotent people Vary in portent. You better run from The City of Refuse.
3.
Silent Twin 04:17
One soul smeared too thin. Or torn, raw-edged and aching. Eternally tangled together Past flesh, beyond bone. She steals the light from me, My night bruises her face. Only our muted hate To fill the cold hour. (Dragged down in dreams of jealousy). Only our muted hate To fill the cold. One of us must go. One of us. Convicted for the crime Of consciousness conjoined. Slipping cord that binds Is knotted, is noosed on our necks. She steals the light from me, My night bruises her face. (Another face boils Under mine in the mirror). Only our muted hate To fill the cold hour. (Dragged down in dreams of jealousy). Only our muted hate To fill the cold. One of us must go. One of us. We’ll increase with subtraction. But combined, zero sum. If she rises from the fire I’ll choke on her ash. Reaching beyond The bars of my breast, I stifle the heart Of my silent twin. Reaching beyond the bars, I stifle the heart Of my silent twin.
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Psoriastasis 03:38
Unabel am I, My words in murdermouth. In the bell of throat a mark is jarr’d. To err is human I am the king of men. Master of collusions in The first three ticks of Time. Pixels of my skin in the sun. A palimpsest limp Under layers of lacquer. Forshaken, The quavering crotchets of my stave. Sage and sinnerman: “You oughta be preyin’” Master of collusions in The first three ticks of Time. The knife in my back Is a key winding down. Skin thin as biblepage. Heals in the tug, so tired. Weight for the wave, tsun on me: My era of errors erased. My frozen kneecaps Melt and flood the seize, An overtaxed levee. The pie-eyed piper Trailing shamblin’ children. Mice-ash and raw ones, Foreshaken, Chilled, ring my heart. All kneel, elated. Annihilated. Psoriastasis. My skin in the wind Sloughs off in sheets. A palimpsest limp. Pixels of my skin in the sun. Skin thin as biblepage.
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Waif and Pardoner Two babels in arms. I, Shiva, in her winds, Twitch like a cur-tongue. The last twitch, flickers of desire. The trysts and turns. The burden of the body bodes Of sin new and vain tangle; Of sole trades for slave salve. A Medean archetypecaste Combing a serpent’s coils, Six slit cysts On its wrists, Finds fractured footholds And climbs up my spine. Kick ensnared Grown from gravedirt. A deimondess. Flips faces like a coin. Umbillically wound wound-wise. Noosed, lowered then loosed. Waxed and waning, a lunatic skull. Syllables of name Drop like stones From the mouth. Waxed and waning, a lunatic skull. Its tidal pulls of uterine brine. Kalipha Kaligulant: A man’s true blood. Sixual Demiurge. God in four letters. God in four letters.
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Torn by torment and tumbled to terra, Fall fell, fell foul. Back in chaos like a divining bell. Fallen, still falling. We fallways all. Heartbeaten and scatterleaving Fall from wold to world. Fallen, still falling. We fallways all. Heartbeaten and scatterleaving L’enfer motion Mary (typhoid), adamant, evenly splits, Aleph (aloof), a fool, accepts A tapeworm tangled round the stolen seed. And falling on forbidden fruit We named, and knew, and rued things. Fallen, still falling. We fallways all. Heartbeaten and scatterleaving Fall from wold to world. Fallen, still falling. We fallways all. Heartbeaten and scatterleaving L’enfer motion What rumour of the host Does the tumour boast? What do riders know of mount Bar blood dripping from whipping? What if what you know as “You” Is a parasite? You better run from the city Of refuse. An awareness of wearing less And the harness of History. The bastard babies borne into blood. A daymans’s wrist in the pangenecyst. Fallen, still falling. We fallways all.
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Wonderlost 02:44
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Overpast 04:55
A dayman, I cover my eyes, Blinded by sunset and rise. Irony is an escape from history. Hook in my cheek like tongue. From freeways to buyways, Streets bisect streets. Two polar lamps in the lostlight Parazeit and the Master of Collisions. Traces of the tangled timetrail Like smears of tire on the tar. Weight of my weakness In their weft. From freeways to buyways, Streets bisect streets. I’d read a dreadfull fall: Homes quaking on clayfeet. Parazeit, underparsed, Bypast and passed over. In the silted delta of streets, Down to crossroads. A bleak bargain was struck. A weak will was waged. Parazeit hovers at history’s hind, A weak will. Wonderlost in infirm motion. Collisions, history’s knifeblade, Shears off the streets. What remains after the clash Between them? What remains after the clash, Must rise from rubble and ash. What remains after the clash? A shattering of bone and glass. A dayman, I cover my eyes, Blinded by sunset and rise. Irony is an escape from history. Hook in my cheek like tongue.
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Parse Over 05:45
I will blooddye the doors of my house And flood chambers of lung and heart. I will blooddye the doors of my house And flood deltas of the vein. I dig through my navel. Feel the unravelling of bones And the deltas of the vein, Now noosely knotted. This unspooling body… What worth is one in this world? (A hail of nails In the hardwood) What good a protector Who varies in potence? (The weight of their Weakness in my weft). What use a cystem Enslaved to its shivering? Unmanned, dismantled I’ll make a tent of my skin. I’ll sever the heartstring To allow them their run. I will blooddye the doors of my house And flood chambers of lung and heart. I will blooddye the doors of my house And flood deltas of the vein. I unspill the thread of my gut. Tie it in a thresher’s hold. Build the brick of my muscles I ask you to enshrine my failures. They are the synbols of man. I ask you to discard my flesh. It is the synbol of mud. I ask you for silence on my soul. Please see my grave is kept clean. I ask you for silence on my soul. I ask you to discard my flesh. Dipping my palms deep in my well I withdraw a butcher’s tell, The slickly coagulant gloves. I smear my prayer, crosswise, on the door.

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"Revelator" the fourth full-length - and first for DMP - from Australia’s THE AMENTA is the culmination of nearly 20 years’ collective experimentation in nonconformist, dissonant, dynamic and electronically-lacerated Death Metal.

THE AMENTA have used their 7-year hiatus to methodically deconstruct and reimagine their already distinctive core sound: incorporating maximalist Industrial Black Metal ballast, disturbingly cinematic Ambient/Noise textures, treated violin, dread acoustics and circuit-bent electronics into a labyrinthine set of infectious hymns to societal collapse which juxtapose dreamlike moments of strange calm with sensory overload, savage discord and unease.

Recorded by the band and mixed by guitarist Erik Miehs, "Revelator" is the most openly organic and crushing the band has sounded to date. Mastering has been meticulously crafted by Maor Applebaum (FAITH NO MORE, SEPULTURA) and the album features artwork by the legendary Metastazis (MORBID ANGEL, BEHEMOTH). Graced with an incisively dynamic pummelling from drummer-extraordinaire David Haley (PSYCROPTIC, ex-PESTILENCE) and an avowedly contemporary, genre-defying performance from vocalist Cain Cressall, "Revelator" sees a band always dead-set on boundary-pushing revelling in a fresh sense of renewal as they combine harrowing conceptuals, inventively virtuosic musicianship and immediate songcraft into the landmark record of a lauded career.

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released February 19, 2021

"Revelator" was recorded by THE AMENTA at "n0n" Studios in Sydney and London.
Drums recorded by Joe Haley at "AAA Recording", Hobart.
Vocals were recorded by Cain Cressall at "Violent Voice" Studios, Perth.
Additional Lead Guitar on "An Epoch Ellipsis" by Joe Haley.
Mixed by Erik Miehs at "n0n" Studios, London.
Mastered by Maor Appelbaum at Maor Appelbaum Mastering -
California - U.S.A.
Cover Art, Layout and Design by Metastazis.
Photography by Emanuel Rudnicki, assisted by Jack Cressall,
Aaron Mangano, Garth Hurley and Tom Cuthbert.

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The Amenta Sydney, Australia

THE AMENTA was crudely welded together in the sickly dawn of a new millennium, Combining the uglier aspects of Black Metal, Death Metal, extreme Industrial and ambient Electronica, THE AMENTA soundtracks an era of rot, rust and ruin

The current line-up consists of:

Cain Cressall (Vocals)
Erik Miehs (Guitars)
Timothy Pope (Samples, Keyboards)
Dan Quinlan (Bass)
David Haley (Drums)
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