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LP 12" Splatter
Record/Vinyl + Digital Album
Splatter Transparent / Black
Gatefold LP 12" 140 gr. with printed inner inside.
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lyrics
Me he encerrado en mi habitación a matar los días. No hay nada que quiera ver que no esté en el fondo de tus pupilas. Me hundo en la cama y contemplo el silencio, la noche marchitándose a fuego lento; no sé si estoy vivo o sólo despierto. Metido hasta el cuello en recuerdos que se han empezado a pudrir, le busco el revés a tus gestos, la grieta que entonces no vi. Sigues ahí clavada, espina sin rosal. Ni drenando entero hasta el último mar, vacío yo ahora mis ojos de ti. Toca mancharse las manos de llanto y de barro, levantar del suelo el cielo derrumbado y vestir con versos otra derrota; fingir que fuiste reina sólo porque te cubrí con las joyas que cogías aún verdes de mi boca. Hoy sólo aúlla, Sangra tu nombre hasta que muero. Nunca vi ningún puñal, pero ahí está el agujero. No entendí que tu sonrisa era una blanca muralla, ni supe leer mi ruina en los posos de tu mirada. Qué ironía, encontrar por fin a quien no me buscaba... Sé que no me ves, pero mira, que sueño contigo incluso despierto, convertido ya en un recuerdo que nadie reclama.
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Defeat
I have locked myself in my room to kill the days. There is nothing I want to see that is not beneath your pupils. I sink in my bed and contemplate silence, the night melting over a low flame; I can't tell whether I'm alive or just awake. Up to the neck in memories that have started to rot, I look for the reverse of your gestures, the crack I did not see then. You are still stuck there, thorn without rosebush. Even draining out the deepest sea, I would not empty my eyes of you. It's time to get hands stained with tears and mud, lift the collapsed sky from the ground and dress another defeat with verses; pretend you were queen just because I covered you with the jewels, still unripe, that you took from my mouth. It just howls today, bleeds your name until I die. I never saw a knife, but the hole is right there. I didn’t realize your smile was just a white wall, nor did I know how to read my ruin in the grounds of your gaze. How ironic, to finally find the one who was not looking for me... I know you don't see me, but look, that I dream of you even awake, turned into a memory nobody claims.
Screamo, post-rock, and a little black metal meld together for Virginia quartet Infant Island's signature immersive and melancholy sound. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 28, 2020
Gaerea's first release of "Unsettling Whispers" was in 2018, and since, they dared define a "black metal" niche of their own, they dared to walk a new path and stir shit up a bit in the realm of BM, this album is a masterpiece and a milestone proving that it can be done, provided the band can pull it off, and they did, oh they did! Gloomy, dark, post-BM sludgy whatever, it's Gaerea, and this one belongs in my BC collection, the end. sachavonkarl74