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Blood Into Oil

from False Peace (2020) (LP)

July 10th, 2020

11 tracks

71:35

False Peace (2020) (LP)

Blood Into Oil

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Blood Into Oil

Aseitas

"Worthlessly wait. The fruits that hang beside my head insinuate despair. Blood into oil, bone into ash. Flay the mirage; the broken gods. Idols reforged, birthed from discord. Blood, sweat, and tears. Exercise fear. The fawn, the son, the menhir. Rebirth; kindled flame. Oceans become stone. Bursting forth, the fire from within. Endless resolve. Self-abasement. Unearthed strength. Wounds unhealed. Crucified (agony’s embracement.) Sharpened steel. Focused pain. Condition forever undefined. Pressed into oil. Metal forged into blades. Grow. Witness the hierophant awaiting the new dawn. The horizon, the infinite power dormant within the core. Reclaimed. Unscarred. Reborn. Unscarred."

10:25

"From Portland, Oregon, ASEITAS belongs to an echelon of extreme metal bands prevailing on two fronts simultaneously: challenging the mind while punching the gut. Equally progressive and savage, ASEITAS deals in a wildly adventurous brand of death metal that veers freely into noise and post-rock realms. The band name, very fittingly, is defined as "total autonomy of one's existence." Fans of intelligently crushing bands such as Car Bomb, Pyrrhon, and Artificial Brain, in particular: take heed." - Curran Reynolds (The Chain)

"Scalded" one-take drum tracking video: www.youtube.com/watch?v=6InAMyYUtX4

"Impermanence" music video: www.youtube.com/watch?v=x17Ee1qtmK4

Credits

• Nathan Nielson - Lead vocals, PIPE, Organelle, Lyra-8, Guitar
• Gage Dean - Vocals, Lead guitar, Bass
• Travis Forencich - Fretless guitar, Lead guitar, Noises
• Zack Rodrigues - Drums, Percussion, Piano, MS2000, Guitar
• Jonah Badden - Guitar (tracks 2, 3)

Mixed by Nathan Nielson. Mastered by Brad Boatright (Audiosiege).
Engineered by ASEITAS. Additional drum engineering by Matt Koski.
Recorded at Type Foundry (drums/piano) and unidentified studios.

Press

Decibel (staff pick)

Meshuggulcerate. That’s probably the easiest way to sum up this 72-minute nightmare. Like an actual bad dream, it’s hard to even remember what happened, let alone encapsulate what just happened; you’re just left with the feeling. Beautiful soundscapes or the occasional hopeful lead seem to exist only to produce a positive feeling, so it can be stripped away as surreality takes hold once again. The reality razing artwork complements this dissonant yet carefully crafted monster remarkably well.

Stereogum

The Mr. Bungled Meshuggahisms of Car Bomb and CB Murdoc transmogrified by the advanced-studies dissonance of Gorguts? The grasping-air riffdom of YOB crashing into the frantic grinding core of Plebeian Grandstand? Suffocation? Well, Suffocation makes sense because all bands should try to sound like early Suffocation. Still, huh. In early 2018, a few months after that interview, the Portland quartet dropped its self-titled debut and … they nailed it? They kind of nailed it.

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