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Growth - Cigarette Burns (Official Video)
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2020Oct 22
Stream/Buy: 'The Smothering Arms of Mercy': https://orcd.co/thesmotheringarmsofmercy Out December 4th, 2020 via Wild Thing Records. Subscribe to Wild Thing Records YouTube for new releases: https://bit.ly/youtubewtr GROWTH began as a study in isolation by brothers Tristan (guitars/bass/artwork) and Nelson Barnes (drums) in Melbourne, Australia, after a decade's absence from each other while pursuing music overseas. With the line-up soon rounded out by Luke Frizon (ex Jack The Stripper) on vocals, the trio set out to create music that explored the human aspects of connection, trauma, despair, and the fragility of hope. The result is THE SMOTHERING ARMS OF MERCY, a claustrophobic narrative of total spiritual collapse written while in psychiatric care and thrown over nine suffocating acts. The debut album was recorded in Melbourne, produced and engineered by Growth, drums engineered by Troy McCosker (Ne Obliviscaris), and mixed/mastered by Fredrik Nordström (Opeth, The Haunted) in Gothenburg, Sweden. MERCY highlights the extremity of grief and asks the listener to reflect on their relationship with loss and vulnerability. Pain can be the source of your power. Learn to greet it as a friend. Credits: Directed, filmed & edited by Adrian Goleby Concept by Growth and Adrian Goleby Thanks to Ben Boyle, Nick Rackham and Sam Dillon Filmed in Melbourne, Australia Growth is: Luke Frizon - Vocals Tristan Barnes - Guitars/Bass Nelson Barnes - Drums Growth - Online: https://growthnoise.com   / growthnoise     / growthnoise   https://bit.ly/growthnoise Wild Thing Records – Online: https://wildthingrecords.com   / wildthingrecords     / wildthingrecords     / wildthinglabel   https://bit.ly/spotifywtr https://bit.ly/youtubewtr Lyrics: The unearthly gravity of years of regret Accretion spray patterns from distant paroxysms, growing... swarming Swarming in apocalyptic droves Need not look behind or within I have beheld the withered ends of those hateful corridors A fractal landscape of monochrome, smothered in dusk Deep rooted in rot-blighted soil where the worms emerge I have felt those tendrils reach forth to ensnare I know once their touch is upon my flesh, they'll never let go Tonight, rejoice The coronation of a slavering monarch And all that wilts beneath his hand A spectre hangs gallow-strung over your every movement A revenant of jutting ribs Witnesses the glory of the end Tonight, rejoice The coronation of a walking prison And all that crumbles to ash within Diseased and shining like the northern lights buried in 100 years of radio static Like the northern lights in the funeral pyre of the world Fused at the tongue to the admission of failure So I toil alone, wracked with suffocating silence, in this blinding haze; waiting for the starbursts to dissipate and life to begin again Blood is thick with spit and ash Cigarette burns on parchment skin Voice is thin, ulcer-lashed with old wounds and holes to rub hurt in Staggering Slowly Rendered Inhuman Sinking Somewhere Revealed In Sleep I have seen the glory of the end

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