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one black point
in an ocean of light
swallowed in fire
gradient bursts
and curtain shimmers
of colored waves
in the eye of the flame
the center void and dilating
devouring the sight
it calls out
for my blood
to hold me
in it's stare.
newborn and empty
mirror, mask, and shade.
formed of nothing,
folded into my shape
i embrace another self
and disappear.
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a world constructed by failing eyes.
starved of light
divorced from time.
blurred in warped lenses
a crippled reality
with the logic of a dream
where you are born
and born again
bent with age
and black with death.
sightless in your suffering
fragile in your need
wandering
reduced to a memory.
your promise now unmade -
words written in dust
and blown away.
just a forgotten name.
just a forgotten face.
paralyzed by fear
the past is just a lie we make ourselves believe
and the future is a blank, burning page.
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carrion comfort
pure as instinct
the ingrown silence
a rootless, hollow tree
its poison borne
within the seed.
abandonment
and dissolution
uncoil their tendrils
where no eye sees
but mine.
this is a place
where I lay
still
and open veined
without sleep
without dream
there can be no forgiveness
without the shedding of blood,
empty me.
bury me.
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so long
you have dragged
the heavy burden of your life.
learned to mute
the wild song
in your veins
collapse it's harmonies
and turn away
to see nothing
but the shape of the blade
and escape in it's gleam.
no color but the shades of your pain,
as it turns to grief.
now brought to an end
by this cold and wretched hand.
as scavengers wait
to sift through your ashes
and stare through their masks,
layers deep
at all that is leaving you.
like love's last regret,
the moment of death
is bitter and sweet.
eternally beyond reach.
bled into nothing.
meant nothing.
caught at the edge of your loneliness.
all is leaving you.
your heart broke
and broke
and broke,
but never healed.
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death
in the form
of an endless,
vivid present.
futility yawns wide before my eyes.
these blistered hands,
in sacrifice
bend toward the sun
forever.
with a prayer
unheard.
an offering
left to rot,
as the sweet decay
still drips
from the teeth of god.
this path of totality
describes an arc
descending
into the source
of every desire
and it's misery.
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sickened by our own inner fires
we made a wound five hundred acres wide
a disfigurement of riches upon our land
a mirrored abyss
of the voidness that constitutes ultimate reality
and the origin of desire’s pain.
there was a sound of kindness in the voice
of those who called for our end
that echoes now in the walls of this tomb
but I didn't hear it then.
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I walked for miles
through grey flatland
each step a trial
without your voice
calling to me
without your shadow
bleeding into mine
until it's dark expanse
engulfs me.
you were the sky
where it meets the sea
and your ruin
was a wound too deep.
so I sit alone and wait
to die
in the ash
of paradise
never been
or meant to be.
there is no end to anything
just birth
rebirth
and pain.
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"These guys sport a tremendous understanding of dynamics, and how important they become within the suffocating ponderings of sludge-doom. What results is an album that can serve as a hypnotic transmission as easily as a caustic apocalypse." - Max Heilman/Metal Injection
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"Deeply personal and emotive, the material on The Pornography of Ruin has a weight that doesn’t come from merely the distorted guitars." - Wonderbox Metal
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"Long years logged in indie scenes have produced a slow fusion of extreme influences and unabashed preferences. The result is a giant-size juggernaut that feels iconoclastic, expansive, and mature, a record made by musicians confident in their talents and tastes. The Pornography of Ruin is an exercise in experiential doom, rather than an adherence to sonic dogma." - Diana Hurlburt for Invisible Oranges
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"...a new album of what can only be described as a journey through face-melting sludge and hardcore ferocity that transcends through the ambient textures of post-metal and doom." - The Sleeping Shaman Webzine
www.thesleepingshaman.com
"The Pornography Of Ruin is a crusher any way you slice it. In a scene where so often it feels like sludge metal has been done every which way with no real path forward for the genre, Hush have found a way to make it work. Their sound is visionary and unique, fusing ideas from their peers but executing them in ways that are exciting and wholly their own." - Matt Bacon/Two Guys Metal Reviews
www.twoguysmetalreviews.com
"A sludge and doom metal core upholds an amalgamation of influences including hardcore, ambient and experimental sounds, elevating everything in an post metal hybrid with a deeply pessimistic atmosphere, infused with additional intensity and aggression." - ZR for
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Produced by HUSH and Ryan Slowey.
Engineered and mixed by Ryan Slowey at HOVVL Audio Environment in Hudson, NY June-November 2021.
Mastered by Jack Shirley at Atomic Garden in Oakland, CA
Exterior album photography by Adrian Ledezma (IG: @abandoneddallas)
Layout and Design by C. Cure
CASSETTE RELEASE FOR THIS RECORD WILL BE AVAILABLE VIA SLUDGELORD RECORDS AS SLR0085.
