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2018​-​2XX1

by Limbs

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1.
In a house as empty as white, three pairs of shoes are left on the doorstep. First, swallowed by the night; second, to a virile force of theft; third, a baptism by blood and iron. All doors unbothered to be open and nothing inside can be taken anymore. In the house, as caring as light, where none of it is left in you.
2.
“Observe my arms grow colossal, witness my fingers cut the earth.”, you yelled one day while twiddling thumbs across a long, righteous hollow. You stood up to see a glass floor, and thousands of palms pressed on it. As you were still, the room seems to be moving. You’ve learned that one day you will sink to the floor, and will let the palms take hold of your breath. My eyes are but the windows on the walls.
3.
Crickets wrought in cacophony, boots rallied in dozens: slow, and known. The devil will prey on one of us tonight. The river hushes my wounded kin, hunched under canopies to catch our breaths. I look at you, surrendered and true. Devils don’t sleep; the evening sprawling on your eyes that’s shut. My tongue tastes metallic, and I’m no longer tired.
4.
The Worst 01:48
I wish I could climb down this chair and touch the ground. I’ve been here since I can remember. But let me tell you, I know how the ground feels like from the looks on your faces, how you squirm in its touch, how you fold. I’m ever in awe! I’ve been here since I can remember. But let me tell you, I’d rather die here than get my feet soiled.
5.
Body Horror 02:24
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6.
Since you’ve seen them in the gardens, you’ve insisted that you were also a snail. You wore a cardboard box on your back, and started crawling on the floors whenever you were called. You slid on your spit when you moved around. One day, a man with bleeding hands showed up in the gallery, and saw a box on the floor. Curious, he tried to move the box but he felt something was under it. He lifted it slowly and saw, as the darkness is peeled, that nothing is there. Looking up to the ceiling, then to the walls, to the floor, everything was enveloped by your skin.
7.
Among ash gradients and unlived homes are the sepulcher of time that’s left. The blistering sun have started to melt the wax monuments we hold dear. Countdown to non-being! Set fires to the living! Among nebular deaths and saboteurs, what remained of us are the offenders. The manicured halls with swine on the doors should be the first one to be burned! We wished for this, the sun to never set on us. At least we’ll all die in summer.
8.
I’ve held on to hostility for too long; primordial, born of scorn. I refused to see what you have done before, yet I’m shadowing all your wrongs. This house was built on moving sand, on coasts washed by unremembering tides. I glanced at the stretch of the shore, and for so long that we thought this house was alone, were neighbored by millions, all collapsing to the waves. Your violence was there: in your guise and in culled futures; coursing through our veins are your fetid red. In our house, as empty as life, where none of it was left in you.
9.
Su inot, haloy na nagtaram kang saiyang testimonya, na wara na nakakarumdom. An panduwa, pantulo, hinagad na lang an madiklom na ngimot ng kagadanan. Wara mang nakahiling sa inda: an tulo na nasa hampangan nin hukom. Wara mang makakapara sa indang mga sala. Minabalik man kita giraray sa tataramon kang inot, na haloy na kitang napanglingaw; sa puon pa lang igwa ning mga naghapot kung ano ito, wara man lang nakasimbag.
10.
[[ ]] In the cold permablack, you found yourself in front of two windows: one glancing to a dinner party, a family of three awaiting guests. Everything is as it should be. The second window looks pristine, yet offers nothing but the same darkness of the room. For no reason at all you feel you're out of breath. You just arrived here, and you’ll have to choose fast.
11.
Death Jacket 02:54
[Day. α112. Upper city.] The sixth consecutive megacitadel finally lost its power today. Each one displacing thousands on the streets— inhabiting spaces of null capacities. You said, “at night, the necro cops clean up the city of the filth and clangor.” Enfolded inside my flesh is a seed that keeps oscillating on and on: a subdermal matryoshka. Trappings that can’t be outrun; I’m never safe, I’m ever-seen. If things are ever fair, then I am entitled to meet my tormentor. With this, I’m certain that hell is just a more comforting notion to me.
12.
The Zone 02:49
[Day. (Undisclosed location)] Everyday, once the steel bars open, we are made to go to the yard to build a coffin. We were only given a hammer; the materials we have to take from scraps they leave at the yard, or from each other. Yesterday, a man finally finished his and was set free; we are to be set free once we are done. I believe that If I work double today, I will finally finish mine tomorrow.
13.
[...and now, the weather.] A deep spiraling infant tempest that swells and vanishes, desires, and collapses off to an incomprehensible, partial limit of a grain of sand. A swelling runs through its reins, beating and pulsing. The tremors that malform all of material. The new flesh have finally accepted what is finally real. The tempest will become our drowner and our salient eye.
14.
[...and we're back.] There is no need to be afraid. There are no cleanup crews. No wars on the hills. There are only more structures to rise. More bridges to web us closer. More of the pills that make us see what the real is. Driving on amphetamines past the mind-break of reasoning. No more cars that wait on forever. None of the slick of black pumped into the aether. No more execution-style hits. No more parades of grief tourists. No more confusion, and or loss. No more cremations of empty coffins. I can't stop watching the news, man.
15.
Necro Police 02:34
[Night. γ2510. Lower city.] The compressed grid in the lower city is bore with a loud bang The devil is a hole in the wall. They drag us out of it and fill disappearing trucks that lead to The Zones. The devil is a hole in the wall. In the grid, your bare form, breath and repose, and all its motion and memory is encoded. The devil is a hole in the wall We are counting down the days till your heads finally roll. The devil is a hole in the wall.
16.
Urban Infest 03:12
[Sometime in the future, five minutes before victory.] First, we were to till the concrete meadows until our bodies gave out. Next, we will collapse on the ground and we were to be covered in dirt. Then, new bodies with the same face will come to the meadows and pile on until the calcined, spotted flora emerges from the undone. Giant claws cast a spectre against the derelict. The ill-formed gut out the ogrish maw; his regret is ours to see, looming over cars with no drivers and grey halls of dead malls. Everyone is everywhere, in the veins of the brutal form, flowing into the network of seas and rivers, and now molecurlarized as dust in the air. The city is now encircled.
17.
New Flesh 04:26
[Sometime in the future, five minutes before victory.] First, we were to till the concrete meadows until our bodies gave out. Next, we will collapse on the ground and we were to be covered in dirt. Then, new bodies with the same face will come to the meadows and pile on until the calcined, spotted flora emerges from the undone. Giant claws cast a spectre against the derelict. The ill-formed gut out the ogrish maw; his regret is ours to see, looming over cars with no drivers and grey halls of dead malls. Everyone is everywhere, in the veins of the brutal form, flowing into the network of seas and rivers, and now molecurlarized as dust in the air. The city is now encircled.
18.
[Night. The Basement.] There is a steel encasement buried miles beneath the earth; an elevator that drops at the grating sound of manufact leading to the world’s basement. There are old ones who died along the way carving this ditch out of the dirt, limed on the chasm like fractals. There is no way in or out the basement, just the elevator—that or the long sleep; our bodies in deep-freeze. Tremors; the elevator dropped, carrying more of us from the holding zones. Each one of us now frozen in this hell; dreaming, disappeared and undead. Then, tremors; in a split-second, at the attic, a howling chaos. The rumble of the tempest shook the steel crawling down the shaft waking us from our soft narcosis. We won’t be locked out.

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"Much of the album sounds like the darker side of The Dillinger Escape Plan [sic] tamed, perverted, and left to rot in a cell, and this is what it became – a festering pile of abrasive riffs, screaming, strange guitar solos, and huge atmospheres." EverythingIsNoise.net

"Let's imagine for a moment that the members of Converge, Botch, Daughters or the late- (The) Dillinger Escape Plan decided to tour in the Philippines and that during their stay they spread a bit of their mathcore / hardcore / noise-rock vibe on the local scene..." ScoreAV.com

"The Filipinos manage to deliver an atmosphere of insanity full of sharp and bizarre riffs, a mixture of genres quite difficult to describe for a tormented personality hiding frightful walls of sound. The soundtrack to a nice little thermonuclear war." EklektikRock.com

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released August 7, 2020

Limbs' most recent recordings from 2018 onward:

"Exquisite Corpse" (2018)
"Madiklom Na Ngimot" single (2020)
"Soft Narcosis" (2020)
"Soft Narcosis" video game: www.permablackhouse.xyz

All music and lyrics by Limbs:
www.facebook.com/limbs1991
limbs1991.bandcamp.com

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