+ 12" vinyl version of our first album.
Pressed on blue (100 copies) and black (200 copies).
Insert includes galician / english lyrics and one sticker.
Insert photography: Mateo Morral corpse.
+ Cats are not included, they are the band managers and our best friends <3.
+ Remember you can buy Anábasis at our labels.
Includes unlimited streaming of Anábasis
via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more.
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Mateo Morral Tote Bag
Bag
Art by Paula Blanco @Paulischultz
Natural cotton. 38x42cm. Long handles.
Edición limitada de 10 copias do álbum Anábasis.
Por CHAINA RECORDS (Arxentina)
Includes unlimited streaming of Anábasis
via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more.
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lyrics
|GA| Obsesionadas coa idea de pertencer, a nosa existencia oscila entre o automatismo e a inacción. Individuos reducidos a resortes, relacións convertidas en mercadoría. O potencial revolucionario do afecto desvanécese. Transaccións, dor, pastillas. Así se abriron as fendas dos nosos corazóns. A razón apuñala; a soidade devora. As nosas guerras tamén provocan cismas. O fascismo da utilidade produtiva perfila as condicións da traxedia. ¿Quen determina o que vales? ¿Quen dirixe o que sentes? Mil corvos deixarán cegos os ollos do gran arquitecto. Non haberá xuíces, non haberá templos. Todas as barricadas do mundo arderán ao mesmo tempo.
|ENG| SCHISM | Obsessed with a sense of belonging, our existence oscillates between automatism and inaction. Humankind reduced to springs, relationships turned into merchandise. Revolutionary potential of affection vanishes. Transactions, pain, pills. That’s how our hearts cracked. Reason stabs us; loneliness consumes us. Our wars cause
schisms. Productive utility fascism shapes tragedy conditions. Who decides what you’re worth? Who orders your feelings? A thousand crows will blind the great architect’s eyes. There will be no judges, there will be no temples. All world’s barricades will burn at the same time.
|CAST| Obsesionadxs con la idea de pertenecer, nuestra existencia oscila entre lo automatismo y la inacción. Individuos reducidos a resortes, relaciones convertidas en mercancía. El potencial revolucionario del afecto se desvanece. Transacciones, dolor, pastillas. Así se abrieron las brechas de nuestros corazones. La razón apuñala; la soledad devora. Nuestras guerras también provocan cismas. El fascismo de la utilidad productiva perfila las condiciones de la tragedia. ¿Quién determina lo que vales? ¿Quién dirige lo que sientes? Mil cuervos dejarán ciegos los ojos del gran arquitecto. No habrá jueces, no habrá templos. Todas las barricadas del mundo arderán al mismo tiempo.
Wow. I did not expect violin and cello from a crust band.
Wow. I did not expect crust from a band that has both a violinist and a cellist.
Wow. Nekobibu
Hearing the songs while reading the narrative behind the lyrics, I felt overwhelmed by this tragic story in which humans and artificial intelligence couldn't coexist side by side. Their reciprocal annihilation was inevitable. Except one "sole survivor, in a ship filled with memories. She had become the proof of Earth, proof that life had existed there, a voice for all the species and beauty we once knew". A dystopian concept dressed up in brilliant musicianship! @Slevin, thanks, I owe it to you! Umbra Cornuta