Kallisti (or Goodbye To The One You Knew Before I Found Him and Had To Let Him Go​.​)

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Kcutnief Rehsa Hanoj - Lead vocals, noise electronics, guitar
Mica "On HP" Phones - Guitar, vocals
Funnels... - Drums
Darren Strange - Bass

Recorded at Maximum Sound in Danvers, Massachusetts.
Recorded, mixed, mastered by Zach Weeks. www.zachweeks.net.

Artwork by Kcutnief Rehsa Hanoj.

Title taken from a line in Mark Z. Danielewski's novel House Of Leaves.
"First We Feel... Then We Fall" is taken from a line in James Joyce's novel Finnegans Wake.

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released December 14, 2016

Lyrics written by Kcutnief Rehsa Hanoj and Mica "On HP" Phones.

"Kallisti (or Goodbye To The One You Knew Before I Found Him and Had To Let Him Go)" and "Moths in a River"; music and lyrics by Kcutnief Rehsa Hanoj.
"Death To Eardrums" and "This World Needs A New Plague (Brand New Slate)"; music written by Mica "On HP" Phones and lyrics by Mica "On HP" Phones and Kcutnief Rehsa Hanoj.
"First We Feel... Then We Fall."; music written by Inconvenience Store. Lyrics by Kcutnief Rehsa Hanoj.

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Track Name: Kallisti (or Goodbye To The One You Knew Before I Found Him and Had To Let Him Go.)
What calms and terrors my sorrow brings me
As our film runs to black, I can feel you fading into voids
And my elastic sculpted mind wanders endless galaxies
So let the curtain crack on a moment I once enjoyed

What calms and terrors my sorrow brings me
When our tourniquet snapped under premature frost-bitten wings
Perish honey seeps through turquoise joy and hollow time
To shut a dream in the coils of forlorn ice and brine

With a smirk full of grief, I say it:
"Goodbye."
Track Name: This World Needs A New Plague (Brand New Slate)
Cadavers clawing through the muds of grace. Ephemeral story, we're chanting of pace. And as we stumble on shadows porcelain, we're the catalyst for the void forbidden.

(This) world needs a new plague. (This) world needs a new death. (This) world needs a napalm strike. (This) world needs a new plague. (This) world needs a new death. (This) world needs a brand new slate.

Rotten ether, love wanes across the folly of my brow. Dirt and laughter, to athwart this wretched bow. And as so I linger with the volcanic nature of the hush. Volcanic existence, awareness of the crush.

(This) world needs a new plague. (This) world needs a new death. (This) world needs a napalm strike. (This) world needs a new plague. (This) world needs a new death. (This) world needs a brand new slate.

(Fuck you. Worm fate. Fuck you.
I know we will, we'll freeze the nuclear winter.
Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you. We're all gonna die now.
Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you. We're all gonna die.)
Track Name: Death To Eardrums
It's not funny
You're wasting time
It's not funny
You're out of line
It's not funny
You're wasting time
It's not funny
You're out of line

I'd slit your throat
gouge your eyes
but I'm too busy working over time.
There will be blood.
Track Name: Moths in a River
I am a world without a view
I shatter tracheas, I drag the sun
Blood red sacrificial lamb, into the streets I run

I am the undead becoming.

Finding solace in stones, amidst steel trees rot.
Hidden cocoon daylight, beautiful dream I'm not.
And when the chamber cried forlorn and the cage rattled backwards...the cenotaph broke and I ran faster and faster.
Track Name: First We Feel... Then We Fall.
Black hydrangea dreams are what you gave to me. Yet still you laugh, yet still I scream. Silent infatuation. Caress me. Black hydrangea dreams are what you gave to me. The mirror abates and then it taunts. Black hydrangea dreams are what you gave to me. Yet still you laugh and my rush streams. Angels rot the moonlight. Embrace me. Angels rot the moonlight. Embrace me. Malicious decay and touch. Haunt my daydreams. This is lust.

Awkward gestures grip the land. Bleeding rivers hug the sand. You are the ghost, the carnal magician. You are the lilac, nightmare physician. Awkward. Awkward gestures grip the land. Bleeding rivers hug the sand. You are the ghost, the carnal magician. You are the lilac, nightmare physician. These are my turns. These are my turns. First we feel then we fall. Fall.