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self-destruction seems in some way to be the undying habit of humanity. as if it is, in some capacity, our obligation to incessantly declare doom upon ourselves -- unceasingly wish the apocalypse upon our tragic souls. and in this ever growing redundancy, we already know 2012 will leave us once more disappointed in our inability to escape the horrors of our existence -- impatient for the next declared apocalypse -- yearning for one more opportunity to once more wish death upon ourselves.
these fractured and dissonant guitar landscapes were all recorded on Christmas Day, 2012: a strange and bizarre day of expectation. a day where we strained in anticipation for both redemption and destruction -- all within the same breath. a day where we felt the deep despair of Qoheleth, and the emptiness of all beneath the sun. we are in search of a shadow -- ungraspable and mysterious. maybe there is a familiarity deep within the weeping off-kilter vocals that resemble the lamenting one inside your own self -- a cry of strange alienation and loneliness. a cry of Davidic dread and a cry for death. maybe in death we can find our home: somewhere to belong to. somewhere that is the long-expected yet ever fleeting shadow of rest and peace. maybe even the estranged and unfamiliar sensation of redemption as well.