Virtual Reality Future Suit

by NOWHERE

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noidea87 Lotsa power, dudes.
Lotsa power.
Take it deep. Favorite track: Acedia.
Mitchell Frisch
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Mitchell Frisch If The N'tal is any indication of how awesome this album will be, then I know this will be the feel-good hit of the summer! Swimming pools and Aliens!! Favorite track: The N'tal.
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1.
New Lungs 03:16
Convincing others of what we do not believe ourselves We're sucking on sugar until our teeth fall out Wading through filth that spills from silver tongues And trickles down the back of my iron lung The madness moves so slow I wrap my bones in brand new clothes Its telekinetic, its evolution Come out of the static And sing new lines with new lungs Come out from behind the image I have nothing in common with the men who run my mind We eat stone soup and then beg for more Won't get off the stage and then play an encore That no one ever asked for A long, lonely last call The madness moves so slow I wrap my bones in brand new clothes Its telekinetic, its evolution Come out of the static And sing with new lungs (inspired, in part, by the poetry of Diane Di Prima)
2.
The N'tal 01:51
Parasites want my body I don't want my shadow The hive-mind is holy They're digging for the dirty gold inside of me Hunting for the filament on which to feed Dig it up and let it bleed Like a bleeding Jesus, bleeding dry A gaping wound at the bottom of a well where They're digging for the dirty gold inside of me Too fast, too dark, too deep A fucked up story that just gets sadder A race to the bottom rung of a broken ladder They're digging for the dirty gold inside of me Hunting for the filament on which to feed Dig it up and let it bleed Like a bleeding Jesus, bleeding dry A dead canary at the bottom of a mine They're digging for the dirty gold inside of me Digging for the filament on which to feed They're digging for the dirty gold inside of me Too fast, too dark, too deep.
3.
Acedia 02:28
I see futures Artificial eyes As daylight bruises, The eight ball lies It is written without witness on the inside of my skull Tinfoil over the windows A crack in my shell Acedia Live in my own Acedia Proto-psychology Killing time Demonology A paralysed lie An illuminated, wounded, waking dream The screaming greed, the silence inside of me Waiting on wormholes to come take me home Acedia Come take me home Acedia.
4.
Sweat cools on my melting brain I recall empty bad dreams Ash and misplaced memories dissolve Into hollow halos Eyes wide open, forced to see Things I never could delete From psychopathic scenes Of voices yet to feed I recall empty bad dreams Be careful what you believe The truth is not what it seems In too deep, tunnel vision. Psychopathic scenes of a dead and empty dream. In too deep, tunnel vision.
5.
I'm losing teeth, had no sleep for weeks These weary eyes full of nothing but grief And now I'm playing with the lipstick out No teeth in this Moleman mouth Rubbing it into the grass There's nothing in this coin purse Don't care if I make it bleed These lethal licks of love 'Cos somebody is taking care of me Never thought this life could get so good No more fighting on the streets of my neighbourhood And now I'm playing with the lipstick out No teeth in this Moleman mouth Rubbing it into the grass There's nothing in this coin purse Don't care if I make it bleed These lethal licks of love 'Cos somebody is taking care of me These clown dog feet and love heart eyes Got nothing but lethal licks of love.
6.
Sandkings 02:24
Temples rise Opposite sides Built from sand From a holy land Your now their demagogue You know you're wrong The dormant lie is coming alive Bringer of life Bringer of war Killer of hunger Builder of walls That won't stand forever You know you're wrong The dormant lie is coming alive Cut your ponytail off Then lose your mind in the mirror... Cast you crowns aside Leave that lie behind You know its wrong Cast your crowns aside Ten wrongs don't make a right The dormant lie is coming alive Bringer of life Bringer of war Killer of hunger Builder of walls Bringer of life Bringer of war Killer of hunger Builder of walls
7.
Waste 01:58
The same old fucking walls Still waiting to fall No longer want to be a human Waiting for another form of failure to fall Rain down, If I can be a gift then I can be waste, Wasting away The same old fucking lie Tormented by time Picking the scabs of mass dement Tormented by a cruel fucking measurement That rains down, A monotone Babylon A watercolour promised land We spill the shittest colours into the sand So rain down If I can be a gift then I can be waste Rain down Rivulets form in the lines on your face, Fading away Rain down On the same old fucking walls.
8.
High Tide 01:58
Minds drifting away Like a moon knocked out of orbit Try to stave off the pain Of knowing its all coming apart at the seems Watch the oceans rise and fall Wash away those in denial Let us not have sheepish eyes Or a wounded smile The oceans will rise Drown those in denial.
9.
There is nothing wrong with your television. Do not attempt to adjust the picture. We are now controlling the transmission. We control the horizontal and the vertical. We can deluge you with a thousand channels or expand one single image to crystal clarity and beyond. We can shape your vision to anything our imagination can conceive. For the next hour we will control all that you see and hear. You are about to experience the awe and mystery which reaches from the deepest inner mind to the outer limits.
10.
Stuck in the slowness Primitive thought Flat earth doctrine since birth If we play the Trojans They'll play the horse The interloper will Rise, lie, bribe, bleed Walking backwards into darker ages You're not immune The hive-mind prays too soon To gods within its own mind On knees under indifferent skies Suburban hell-scape, slave trade, Plastic halos on fire Let this rock rot and fall away Until its gone.

about

This album is the result of a one-week, red wine soaked, song-writing and recording experiment in the northern suburbs of Melbourne, Australia.

During this week we watched entire seasons of the sci-fi TV show "The Outer Limits" and witnessed Donald Trump get inaugurated as the President of the United States of America. As a result its a kind of science fiction, surrealist nightmare soundtrack... Enjoy.

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released July 14, 2017

Recorded February, 2017 by Phil Sphincter @ the Bakehouse and by Nowhere @ Petey's Jam Shack in Melbourne, Australia.

Mixed and Mastered in May/June/July, 2017 by Viggy Big-dick (assisted by Ricky "Rude-Beef" Rueben) @ Forsterstrasse Studios in Berlin, Germany.

This whole process was completely DIY and only possible with the help of the best friends in the world. Thanks to all involved and those who tolerated our obsessive labouring on this getting in the way of other important parts of our life... Lethal licks of love.

Special thanks to: Greg, Derrick, Liz (Moonface), Emma, Liz, Uta, Lea Petey & Lelle.

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NOWHERE Berlin, Germany

Nowhere is a three piece punk-rock band that sings songs about disease, the politics of international migration and bad, 90s sci-fi.

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