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Phantomescence

by Uncle Woe

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Matt DeMello (himself)
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Matt DeMello (himself) Definitely among the most invigorating and vital metal being made on the planet right now.
Doomshire
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Doomshire Had to have this. Canada is leading the way in heavy, progressive music imo.Population ll & Lochness from Montreal & these dudes from Ontario. I disagree with one online review giving it 3*s, saying this LP lacks structure and direction. The guy obviously never heard any drone or progressive rock before.4 tracks of brooding, moody, psychedelic heaviness, reminiscent of Earth in their intensity and slow-burning buildup.Call it Doom, drone whatever I call it heavy psych and it's magnificent Favorite track: A Map of Dead Stars.
SabbathJeff
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SabbathJeff Read The Obelisk, because it's a Wednesday. Liked what I read. Clicked the link. Pre-ordered the CD because my car doesn't play vinyl. Not a fascinating or scintillating tale, to be sure; but it's a true story, nonetheless.
lloydd
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lloydd Not a huge fan of sludge, that being said this has something special. I can't pinpoint what it is. But what ever it is it's there. Turn down the lights, crank up the headphones and get lost in the abyss. Proud to support another home grown band from Canada. Favorite track: A Map of Dead Stars.
FDJ (Desert Psychlist)
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FDJ (Desert Psychlist) "Auntie i think you need to have a word with Uncle he's getting woeful again1
" Don't worry boy, that's just the way we like him"
The Midnight Toker.
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The Midnight Toker. This is a gnarly album, sludgy AiC vibes and atmospheric dread. So glad I got one of the vinyl copies. #2 of 5 with a nice batch of stickers, thanks. This will get a ton of spins. Another stellar album from the shit year of 2020.

Vinyl Purchased 9/19/20.
Arrived 11/14/20.
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1.
BECOME THE GHOST Fringe benefits, a wealth of dilation, possessed and wrought. Embracing as enemies, here witnessed by the sorrowed and the whimsical, by the trickle and the flood, pining and a lackadaisical manoeuvre merge and unfold. The entrance to everything is dim-lit and haunted. Falling ever upward through this empire of casualties, now and often dropped swiftly into phantomescence pining and a lackadaisical manoeuvre merge and unfold. Picking at pieces of numb-cut razor tongue debris, I begin to wash the winter off my skin. “Aloft,” we cried and rose into the sun. Given already to fits of sedated shadow, when you die I will become the ghost. Curses! Foiled again! A potful of ashes held high in our fruitless hands. The myriad absent will ring out and fade. You’re gone and I am the ghost. We’ll do what we can.
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ON LADEN SHORES …never seen again. Hold out your head full of light as an offering. Reach out into whispers caught standin just beyond the hole in the horizon, hanging now and filled to overflowing on your high and endless walls. Turn round and drift back to the sun. Committing every piece you hold to memory. …never seen again. Empty your hands of the burdens you’re gathering. Slip through the æther and come out the other side, having always with you that broken horizon to put up at home and to fill with closed eyes. Come down and spill out for us all, collecting every piece that unfolds into tragedy. …never seen again. Spread out your wings in the night, and fill your lungs with the weight of the abyss standing just there, before you. A break in the silence hangs over our endeavours and drips down onto everything. “You are dead,” so reads the inscription. “You are dead and you don’t know.” …never seen again. Cast your fortune to the deep. With nought left but the cold breath of the abyss, you pass through empty fathoms come beckoning. Spiral down. Don’t breathe. Close your eyes. Writhe. Claw, then finally, breathe. You disembark on laden shores and break uneven ground and plant a figure there whose shape won’t be discerned in this light. Lost at sea, ripe with plunderage, and so, weighed down. Drive this listing vessel to the ground. …never seen again. Laid out on broken shores, still now and haunted blue. Float your way up listless rivers and back to your home, where they are waiting, and dying, but you’re never seen again.
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LUCID DEGREES OF AUTOSCOPIC RUIN: This is one of those days. I wake up again and again and again. Shuffling around in the back, forget I’m out walking but I remember reaching out to touch the anchor. It melts to ribbons in my hand. Piano chords trickle down the hall, each note a strain, like blood soaked cellophane. Hard wired into water walls, she whispers the sequence over the phone. I get out of the car. Escape is a wave of silk and clay Throughout and backward, it’s always the same; a river runs through you and I drown in it. This time I go out with the tide. That sickly soap will not rinse away I become a baroness, trapped in my own womb of vulgar memories of commonness. I try to attain as much as will not paint me rude. Clouds fall in on me The photos are of funeral smiles. Everyone I’ve ever known is there. They watch as I fall out the door, as if I’m a stranger.
4.
A MAP OF DEAD STARS: We cannot cross for the sun or the cold. In perpetual dawn we have crawled. The scribes of the ancients do guide us along. We Live by the old tongue and follow dead stars, adrift in dark distances, and measuring time by the moon. In the past lay, as always, a red sun. Count out the ages as our tenth father before; adrift in dark distances, and measuring time by the moon. We gather and wait for the tides to melt away. We are awash in a soft light. We are the clouds gone grey. There comes a tremor as of strangers in the distance. There comes a tremor as of strangers who were never there before. O, lossless bliss, whose mangled will not to survive quite so much as the rest, does take a scorned and withered hand to watch it go free as it sifts through the loss itself. Such vapours & apparitions, meandering from whence they were poured, on a sphere not unlike your own, adrift in black distances. We move with the dawn; here torn asunder and there left to rot. We cannot cross for the sun or the cold. Those who are left cling to the dawn, adrift in black distances, and measuring time by the moon.

about

Conceived and recorded remotely in our respective home studios through the months of lockdown and into mid summer of 2020, our second album, Phantomescence, delves deep into dreamscapes, dying, and visiting with the dead.

Thanks to Jon Asher at Asher Media Relations, The Sludgelord, Doomed & Stoned, The Obelisk, Rob Hammer, 666MrDoom, The Stoner Rock Army, Weedian, Outlaws of the Sun, Grade A Explosives, Sewer Spewer, CJLO 1690 AM, Smörgåschords, Breathing the Core, Cvlt Legion, That Noisy Loft, Metalzone Radio, Deathrattle Podcast, Melody Lane, Western Treasures, Riff Relevant, The Thursday Rock Show, Forestfm, Metal Underground, The Thursday Rock Show, Metal no Papel, Underground N’ Proud, The Big Show, The Breakfast Binge, Liege of Cookies, DJ Cremated Survivor, ZoneNights, Radio Indie Alliance, über Rock, KOBZR, Slavestate Magazine, Void - Stoner Doom Worship, Denpa Fuzz, Rock Out Stand Out, Doom Heart, Lumbar, The Hodder Show, @thegrapevinyl, Cave Dweller Music, Nate Smelle, Bancroft This Week, Verbal Aggression, Oleg Adveenko, duplication.ca, Sticker Mule, Sugarbomb Custom Printing, More Fuzz, Music Extreme, Kronos Mortus News, La Habitación 235, Radio Indie Alliance, Trash Talk, Song of the Day Club, the Killogic Effect, Progressor.net, This Fuckin’ Noise, Doomed and Brewed, HeavyMetalToTheWord, Radio Baixada, UK Stoner Rock, D&ESR, Wesley Bebee, Benjamin Attard, and Red Spade Records.
Endless thanks also go out to our families for putting up with the mood swings and sudden, drastic changes in household decible levels that come with making a record.

credits

released October 23, 2020

Performed and recorded by Rain Fice and Nicholas Wowk,
in Bancroft and Haliburton, Ontario.
Album artwork and layout by Rain Fice
©2020 Packard Black Productions. All rights reserved

Nicholas Wowk: Drums, percussion
Rain Fice: Guitar, bass, vocals, keyboards

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