Contre le Monde, Contre la Vie

from Self

October 19th, 2015
6 tracks
49:28
Self
Self
Contre le Monde, Contre la Vie
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Contre le Monde, Contre la Vie
Terzij de Horde
'What may this fluorescent pageant mean? Who can the evanescent object glean? He that is dead is the key of Life— Gone is the symbol, deep is the grave!' To those of us for whom Sight has meant seeing abysses The waking world has been an insult Our instinct has always been To turn inward and turn away From the life of the polis Turn inward To horrors more gloriously vibrant Beyond vistas of fabrication Where wars of psyche and shadow Devour and deform and give birth There, under our own raging skies The breath of Moloch torn away We were free and wild as the ancients We have been the shadows of this age Our dreams crawled like pioneer weeds On the trail of new death 'Man is a breath, and Life is the fire; Birth is death, and silence the choir. Wrest from the aeons the heart of gold! Tear from the fabric the threads that are old!'
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The album focuses on the problem of self. Six tracks explore different ways to live, or fail to live, with self and world. They embody the struggles these paths and strategies create: blindness, suffering, a desire for release, the destruction of self and others as well as the turning towards -or away from- life.

Self as prison, self as a source of power, self as vessel for manipulation by outside forces, self as shield and as inner world, self as medium for Dionysian rapture, self as something to be overcome.

In the six songs that constitute ‘Self’, the rage of black metal is paired with a cathartic destruction as well as a contemplative, sometimes crawling melancholy. Instead of navel gazing or the worship of constructs, ‘Self’ is analysis forced. A cerebral celebration of liberation at all costs and a requiem for spheres rendered apart.

The artwork of ‘Self’ depicts ants, consumed by Ophiocordyceps. These parasitic fungi appropriate the brains of whichever host they infect, to manipulate and effectively destroy its self-regulating features. Through this annexation, the ants become empty shells of what they once were, governed by a destruction from within, imposed and irreconcilable.

Credits

All songs and lyrics by Terzij de Horde
Recorded in February and March 2015 at Studio Independent Recordings, Utrecht (NL)
Recorded and mixed by Quintijn Verhoef
Mastered by James Plotkin

Photographs by Dr. Charissa de Bekker
Artwork by Richard