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Compact Disc (CD) + Digital Album
digipack cd with booklet
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'In Absentia Christi' LP reissue
Record/Vinyl + Digital Album
Gatefold cover, remastered, layout as close as possible to the original edition on Misanthropy Records (1995) except a few revisions.
We will have two vinyl color variants: transparent dark red and classic black
Collectors/maniacs please note: High Roller Records from Germany will have an exclusive 100 copies edition in ultra clear vinyl
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Full colors print, front only.
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Box edition including the digipack CD plus one extra booklet with Misanthropy's Records 1995 release press kit, and hosts, crucifix, holy shroud's torn............
Limited and Numbered edition to 100 copies
original sound, no remastering whatsover
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I kissed Pilato's Hands and touched the Nails in Jesus'ones
Making the Favorite Jewels of my Wife with His collapsed Eyes
In the Pure Waters of Baptism, I have baths of Iconoclast Youth
On the Humilated Cross of Christ, I hang on the Ghosts of Moral Slaveries
Two Thousand Years and I realised Vatican's foundations
Rise-up on Earth Entrails
Two Thousand Years and I realised Vatican's columns
Are full of Reptiles drenched with Wasted Prayers
My Flight is now Nocturne,Unsoiled by Celestial Trinities
Your Beloved God, my once Unrequested Shelter
I saw him drowning in my Excrements,
in the Dim Light of a no-Consolation Oracle
I won't be Chained to you Forever
I Won't be Victim of my Human Desire
My Flesh not praying for Mercy anymore,and my Soul has gone
Leaving a Black Web on its Place...
...a black Web Devouring the Once deposed Egg
Gift of an eighteen years Soul Trascendence
I, the Delivered Treasure
I, Field of Misery
I, Enfeebled Cobweb
I, the Mirror Phobic, the Neo-Phobic
I, Marbre Noir
I, Shadow of Myself
I, Tragoedia
supported by 139 fans who also own “Consuming Jerusalem”
NONE a opéré un virage dans Where Life Should Be et ça se confirme davantage dans Damp Chill of Life. Le temps des métaphores est révolu : l'humidité froide, c'est celle des larmes qui coulent sur le visage à cause de la dépression. Tout pleure dans cet album : les guitares typées DSBM grésillent, les solos ("The Damp Chill of Life", "It's Painless To Let Go") sont liquides et coulent, les voix prennent à la gorge ; même le piano, étranglé par les sanglots ("Cease"), est aphone. Insoutenable... Jordan Vauvert
supported by 135 fans who also own “Consuming Jerusalem”
PSA: if there was an album you heard a couple years ago and thought it was ok, listen to it again and you might love it.
That's what happened to me with this album. I cannot fathom why it didn't stick with me back then. Same thing happened with Decoherence's Unitarity for that matter. Matten
supported by 135 fans who also own “Consuming Jerusalem”
On ne frappe pas un homme à terre : c'est ce que dit la règle mais NONE a déjà prouvé qu'il ne les suivait pas et si son album éponyme retirait toute perspective de béatitude spirituelle, Life has gone on long enough, son deuxième opus, nous interdit l'accès au bonheur terrestre. La vie n'a aucune substance et la production plus distante le confirme. Le DSBM s'empare de textures sonores blues, mettant en relief une dépression urbaine. Les cris partent en fumées : ne restent que les pleurs... Jordan Vauvert