Eight Offerings For The Undead

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In a faraway land, on a forgotten mountain top, stands a willowy, robed figure. David Thrussell has weathered many storms, been lashed by violent torrents and burned flying too close to the blistering sun.

Once notorious as a provocative musician, prescient satirist and counter-cultural bellwether, today, due to radical and ultimately unsuccessful treatment regimes, Thrussell is essentially blind and incommunicado. Operating from his mountain Montsalvat, he may not be a direct apocalyptic analogue to doomsday prophets like David Koresh and Ted Kaczynski, but the comparison could well be forgiven in this rugged mountain compound of spartan silence and esoteric study.

Dutifully surrounded by disciples and minders, the blind seer spends long days poring over arcane tomes and forgotten scriptures, in a frugal existence of fasting and contemplation. Day to day financial responsibilities and logistics fall under the stewardship of renowned creative therapist Dr. Ian White, whose tutelage has, after years of pain, set Thrussell on a spare but steady course.

Mandated by Dr. White, every whispered utterance from our accidental messiah is recorded and elaborated into song by ace producer Vince Valentini and his crack team working deep in the caverns under Montsalvat.

It is not entirely clear that Thrussell is aware of this record album, his words are rare and most often of a mystical or heavily-medicated nature.

The songs transcribed here speak of eyes that yearn to hear and ears that long to sing, an occult realm where the waking hours are a shadowy coma, a hypnotic narcosis whence dark puppeteers manipulate the fragile mass mind. Worked through an army of battered drum machines and cranky synthesizers - then recorded in reverberant and rough-hewn sandstone halls - these songs capture an opiated soul that drifts like smoke through worlds both above and below, battles both good and, most certainly, evil.

Amidst the titanic struggle between light and dark, played out by those few awake and the many, many asleep - take these humble offerings of solace and song back to your world. Sing them loud and let them grow.

A Revolt Against The Modern World.
A Purge of The Demiurge.
Hymns for The Hypnotic.
Eight Offerings for The Undead.

releases February 4, 2022

Produced and mixed by Vince Valentini
(Under the conservatorship of Dr. Ian White)
Recorded at Studio Parsifal and Barrandov Studios 2020-2021
Artwork and branding by I+T=R
'Domesticated' features The Namshub Of Enki
CD track 11 remixed by Thorofon
CD tracks 12-14 remixed by V. Valentini (Fate Razor/Lightarmour Editions)

Vinyl and Digital Mastering by Vince Valentini for Lightarmour Editions

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1.	Call Me Cynical 06:22	lyrics	buy track
Vampires from space Feasting on the human race How I wish This wasn’t the case How I wish Call me cynical You can call me cynical Call me cynical You can call me cynical Busy, busy bees Beg softly from their knees Slaves slave away Each and every, every day Call me cynical You can call me cynical Call me cynical You can call me cynical The towers of Babel Broadcast the fable The masses enable From their place on the banquet table Call me cynical You can call me cynical Call me cynical You can call me cynical The conspiracy theory On which all the lizards agree While they luncheon On you and me While they luncheon On you and me Call me cynical You can call me cynical Call me cynical You can call me cynical Dou da da dou Da da da da dou
2.	The Armies Of The Undead 06:15	lyrics	buy track
The black spell surrounds you It makes love to you Begs you Wants you The black spell surrounds you It makes love to you Wants you The armies of the undead Undead Are marching on the inside Of your head The armies of the undead Undead Are marching on the inside Of your head They march... Abracadabra The indentured sing The discombobulating fog Masks everything Turn to the left Turn to the right The puppet master sings In plain sight The armies of the undead Undead Are marching on the inside Of your head The armies of the undead Undead Are marching on the inside Of your head They march... Their hooves keep a ragged time A broken rhythm that's yours and mine The Lord of Flies in twilight time The very first and the very last crime... The armies of the undead Undead Are marching on the inside Of your head The armies of the undead Undead Are marching on the inside Of your head They march...
3.	The Brain-Dead Hipster Shuffle 03:20	lyrics	buy track
Celebrity chefs Are in control Of the little black rock At the bottom of your soul It's the brain-dead hipster shuffle Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah It's the brain-dead hipster shuffle Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah Bohemians with a mortgage We love our ball and chain Libertarians from the politburo We're all just the same It's the brain-dead hipster shuffle Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah It's the brain-dead hipster shuffle Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah Blind spiders Weaving broken webs Stumblin' through the woods We've lost our heads Strange days, black knights What have we done? What have we become? It's the brain-dead hipster shuffle Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah It's the brain-dead hipster shuffle Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah
4.	Domesticated 05:42	lyrics	buy track
Beating on the bars To get into your cage Dedicated disciple Of the new dark age Like a fish Trying to describe water Like a fish Trying to describe water Domesticated Domesticated Medicated monk Of mediocrity Slavish slave To dependency Like a fish Trying to describe water Like a fish Trying to describe water Domesticated Domesticated Holographic media Pulling your strings Mesmeric miasma Infecting everything Like a fish Trying to describe water Like a fish Trying to describe water Domesticated Domesticated
5.	(I Am Not) An Algorithm 05:02	lyrics	buy track
I am not an algorithm No beastly, basic computation No Luciferian manipulation That's not what I am I am not an algorithm No illuminated automaton No hypnotised population That's not what I am I am not an algorithm No infinite interrogation No endless amalgamation That's not what I am I am not an algorithm No Promethean inoculation No cabalistic aggregation That's not what I am I am not an algorithm No dystopian invocation No billionaire's bestial plaything That's not what I am I am not an algorithm No demonic emancipation No occult humiliation That's not what I am I am not an algorithm No leviathan limitation No generous annihilation That's not what I am I am not an algorithm No servile beast of burden No cancelled unperson That's not what I am
6.	The Masque Of Evil 05:08	lyrics	buy track
Angel child What have you become? You've lost your way From Eden Once you were free Now you're fettered and bound Once you sang sweet Now you don't make a sound Don't wear the masque of evil Don't hide your face in sin Don't let Old Nick's tricks Box you in Diabolic winds Curse the land The locust mind Grips our hand Can we escape The bitter command? Can we resist The putrid demand? Don't wear the masque of evil Don't hide your face in sin Don't let Old Nick's tricks Box you in
7.	Jaded 04:59	lyrics	buy track
I'm jaded in the shower Jaded on the telephone Jaded when I see you Jaded when I'm all alone You people are morons You don't have a freakin' clue And I pray to the ancients Tell me, what can I do? I'm Jaded So Jaded Da da da da da I'm Jaded So Jaded Da da da da da I've considered mass slaughter Pondered the monastery A cabin in the woods Looks good to me Pipe bombs in the mail But was it all to no avail? Will the claws of the metal beast Still prevail? You people are morons You don't have a freakin' clue And I pray to the ancients Tell me, what can I do now? Spellbound, spellbound By the lie Wrapped up, wrapped up Oh so tight You know, you know, you know You're so right Never asking Never, never asking why You people are morons You don't have a freakin' clue And I pray to the ancients Tell me, what can I do now? I'm Jaded So Jaded Da da da da da I'm Jaded So Jaded Da da da da da Sit in your box Tap on your screen Vomit some opinion No-one cares what it means You people are morons You don't have a freakin' clue And I pray to the ancients Tell me, what can I do now? I'm Jaded (He's Jaded) So Jaded (So Jaded) Da da da da da I'm Jaded (He's Jaded) So Jaded (So Jaded) Da da da da da
8.	Nothin' 07:04	lyrics	buy track
Travelled on a highway Motored on a byway Strode upon a mountain And a valley floor Crossed an ocean Forever in motion But my bags were always empty Til I knocked on Heaven's door You ain't a got nothin' You ain't a been nowhere You ain't a got nothin' 'Til you've met my Lord Your sister and your brother Your father and your mother Are closer to the earth Than your plasma wall Count your blessings Not your possessions They don't do you no good When your back's to the wall You ain't a got nothin' You ain't a been nowhere You ain't a got nothin' 'Til you've met my Lord Rode upon a highway Wandered down a byway Saw the sunset On the final shore The Beast he slouches In our direction Are you silent? Or are you steel? You ain't a got nothin' You ain't a been nowhere You ain't a got nothin' 'Til you've met my Lord

about

In a faraway land, on a forgotten mountain top, stands a willowy, robed figure. David Thrussell has weathered many storms, been lashed by violent torrents and burned flying too close to the blistering sun.

Once notorious as a provocative musician, prescient satirist and counter-cultural bellwether, today, due to radical and ultimately unsuccessful treatment regimes, Thrussell is essentially blind and incommunicado. Operating from his mountain Montsalvat, he may not be a direct apocalyptic analogue to doomsday prophets like David Koresh and Ted Kaczynski, but the comparison could well be forgiven in this rugged mountain compound of spartan silence and esoteric study.

Dutifully surrounded by disciples and minders, the blind seer spends long days poring over arcane tomes and forgotten scriptures, in a frugal existence of fasting and contemplation. Day to day financial responsibilities and logistics fall under the stewardship of renowned creative therapist Dr. Ian White, whose tutelage has, after years of pain, set Thrussell on a spare but steady course.

Mandated by Dr. White, every whispered utterance from our accidental messiah is recorded and elaborated into song by ace producer Vince Valentini and his crack team working deep in the caverns under Montsalvat.

It is not entirely clear that Thrussell is aware of this record album, his words are rare and most often of a mystical or heavily-medicated nature.

The songs transcribed here speak of eyes that yearn to hear and ears that long to sing, an occult realm where the waking hours are a shadowy coma, a hypnotic narcosis whence dark puppeteers manipulate the fragile mass mind. Worked through an army of battered drum machines and cranky synthesizers - then recorded in reverberant and rough-hewn sandstone halls - these songs capture an opiated soul that drifts like smoke through worlds both above and below, battles both good and, most certainly, evil.

Amidst the titanic struggle between light and dark, played out by those few awake and the many, many asleep - take these humble offerings of solace and song back to your world. Sing them loud and let them grow.

A Revolt Against The Modern World.
A Purge of The Demiurge.
Hymns for The Hypnotic.
Eight Offerings for The Undead.

releases February 4, 2022

For AUS / NZ / JAPAN / EU LPs orders:
lightarmoureditions.bandcamp.com/album/eight-offerings-for-the-undead

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released February 4, 2022

Produced and mixed by Vince Valentini
(Under the conservatorship of Dr. Ian White)
Recorded at Studio Parsifal and Barrandov Studios 2020-2021
Artwork and branding by I+T=R
'Domesticated' features The Namshub Of Enki
CD track 11 remixed by Thorofon
CD tracks 12-14 remixed by V. Valentini (Fate Razor/Lightarmour Editions)

Vinyl and Digital Mastering by Vince Valentini for Lightarmour Editions

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