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Shamblemaths

by Shamblemaths

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Poesy Rider
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Poesy Rider Magistral ! Si certains groupes font immédiatement penser à un ou deux groupes références, ici, on pense à des dizaines. Magma, pour le premier morceau, puis The flowers kings, Karmakanic, the Tangent , etc.
3 titres seulement, mais quels titres ! Dans le top 10 de toutes les découvertes que j'ai pu faire sur Bnadcamp. Merci ! Encore ! Favorite track: Conglomeration (or: The Grand Pathetic Suite).
muschiosauro
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muschiosauro Starts like Magma and ends like neo/new prog at its best. In between, the hystory of progressive rock reinvented and skyrocketed into the future. Absolutely brilliant. Favorite track: Stalker.
mwallace
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mwallace Retroprog at its very best. A beautiful hommage to the greats of the 70s, while staying original and innovative. Every fan of progressive rock should at least have heard this masterpiece.
Jacampanman
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Jacampanman This is absolutely wonderful. Great progressive rock with a big dose of zeuhl in the first track. I can hear traces of Gentle Giant and Van Der Graaf Generator in here, too. Accessible and toe-tappingly addictive. I can't recommend it highly enough. Favorite track: Conglomeration (or: The Grand Pathetic Suite).
paintelectric
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paintelectric Prog rock, humor, and strange twisting of the riffs of yesteryear? Now combine this with lyrics that have a sense a humor, and you have the Shamblemaths. Even without the two Ph.D.'s Simen Ellingsen's is a solid composer. Great critiques of old rock idioms for those to hear and yet listenable. I suspect that bassist Eirik Husum is the one who keeps this music close to earth. Favorite track: Conglomeration (or: The Grand Pathetic Suite).
Hardo
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Hardo A real masterpiece! Favorite track: Stalker.
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CONGLOMERATION (or: The Grand Pathetic Suite) a) Bloody Racket Uproarious rumpus! Bloody racket! And rumpus! b) Your Silly Stare Until the end is neigh, until the piggies fly, until the boom and quake and mushroom in the sky — for no particular reward I’ll prepare a sarcastic noose and cord, and even when you dangle — I will make you feel ignored! I’ll find you just to turn my back upon your silly stare! Yeah, I’ll find you and make every effort to make you aware how much I don’t care (at all)! Oh, you have been mislead! Don’t give a toss if you’re alive or dead because I need you like I need a bullet through my head! How ineptly you chide; a caustic ball of bile, but you bowl it wide! You wouldn’t hit an ass ’s arse with a banjo if you tried! d) The Different Tastes of Sick You tell the days apart by the different tastes of sick. You lie awake in bed and watch the dust grow thick. A broken man, spineless to the end. A broken man — he will never love again. You tell the days apart by the spiders on your plate of something canned and cold you can’t remember when you ate. A broken man, pathetic to the bone. A broken man – but he chose to be alone. f) Life Is Tough (W hen You’re Me) I’ve nothing left to say, but I say it anyway: Life is tough when you’re me! g) Saucy Tiara Woman! Think you can have it all your way? Think you’re some kind of queen? Well, I say! Saucy tiara woman! h) Another Pear of Ice For the umpteenth bottle, open like a flesh wound, for the ice in humourous shapes and hues, I feel all the more marooned. And when life has done its very worst to shock me, even my ice cubes seem to mock me, singing: «Just like your life, we’re cold and fruit-shaped! We let you see what you most despise: your reflection in another pear of ice. » «Your life’s like us, it’s cold and fruit-shaped! It’s like a soppy film, just like the one in which we’re draped. Finding buoyancy in drink of vice, we are your parody in ice cube guise. We let you see what you most despise: your reflection in another pear of ice.» i) Con-girl Omen Ratio 1 Now, I can tell a rotten sort and treat her to a practiced snort! A charm? A hex? A jinx? Tut-tut! I sigh and shrug and covet your coven not! One foul gossip (the count’s precise) per pernicketly painted petty pout. Riddled with riddles, lousy with lies, the blabber’s the blubber to insulate us out. Now I’m aware, now I prepare! I’ll give you naught but snort and sneer! The omens are there, the omens are clear, klaxons wail now, can’t you hear? Con-girl omen ratio 1! Now, I won’t be enticed again! Well, once or twice, perchance, but then I’ll play the puppet on wobbly knees, but I can quit whenever I bloody well please!
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A FAILING EMBER a) Never Innocent Again Underneath a pine there’s a path to Hell, at the far end of the garden by the disused stone well, and once upon a morning at summer’s end I ventured there, a curious child never innocent again. A sussurus enticed me, lust drove me on, and far too weak the will to turn from that path once set upon. A loathing and desire never felt before, I’m terrified and nauseous to the bone, still wanting more. Now all that is past, but all that is present is tainted. A star before dawn, a dream to hold on to. In all this pain and silence, I smile ‘cause I believe my very final mile ends in beauty and light that’s now but a failing ember, a dream of yonder childhood garden I must remember, guard with my life, must hang on to, always. Demons serve in fear daring no complaint as humans rule the infernal halls without pity or restraint. I saw the heartless deeds of which I’m capable, and ere I left three flowers of Hell had set root within my soul. c) Three Flowers The first of the blossoms, Envia is her name, her scent like the screams of men dying in torment. The second is called Avaricia, she is mute, but her silence is that of a dread that lies dormant. Yet greatest of sins, greatest foe in my heart is Hubris, seductress, the fairest of roses, first brought out of Eden by Lilith to part every woman and man from their innocence. Three flowers of festering lies upon the soul, their name is a stain upon each tongue ever spoken, and lips that but utter it forever remain soiled; the architects once of the Tower of Babel, the flaw in the first shape Jeremiah’s potter made. And their name is your name, but yours is not theirs: it’s the slamming of Eden’s gates closing on mankind, it’s Adam’s lament and it’s Cain’s cry in anger. Who bears them is dead, though he lives. Though he walks, he is walking dust. d) Deus Caritatis I beseech you from the threshold of death’s domain: Can no measure of salvation – no speck, no grain – be derived from righteous force of will’s quantum satis? (A voice:) “He is Deus Caritatis”
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STALKER b) Bad Conscience Underneath Your Gown Stay close to me now, caring warm. Placed yourself within reach, so I load myself onto you. Ever troubled or sad, oh so poor! Compassion delight – Pity me more! We’re dancing mind to mind, my feelings and myself. Yet please ignore my kind that sails you due ashore, willfully hitting ground. I’ll sink to Hell through high water – don’t let my ego bring you down! You’ll suffer less, you’ll suffer shorter if you just leave me on the ground. Besistering eyes, caring true, now hear this, I tell only you. We’re dancing mind to mind, my angel and myself. Intentions quite benign, I steer you due ashore, passively weigh you down. I’l sink to Hell through high water don’t let my ego bring you down! Don’t let me be your twilight stalker, bad conscience underneath your gown! c) Stalker: Persistance Living the dream, yes I truly am; realms of ephemeral love, how addictive and sickening! In denial, mind’s eye closed to certain rejection, though it’s more than a life’s worth to try: Captive to cowardice! d) Stalker’s Lullaby There there! Can you not rest or ever sleep? But you’re trembling, my dear, almost soundlessly weeping! I’m nowhere near, yet I’m here. Closest friend, upon you alone my hopes depend! There there! Only your sobs keep you awake. Would you slight me, my dear? Would you so disappoint me? Surely not! All I’ve got rests on you. All would blame you for my downfall.

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released March 15, 2016

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Shamblemaths Trondheim, Norway

Shamblemaths is a proggier-than-thou duo-with-guests, unabashedly taking our cues from the golden 70s. We aim for quality over quantity -- our records have taken hundreds of hours, but zero compromises.

Shamblemaths is Simen Å. Ellingsen (saxes, guitars, vocals, sundry implements), and Ingvald A. Vassbø (drums, xylophone). And an array of distinguished guests.
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