Cursus Impasse: The Pendlomic Vows

by HOWLS OF EBB

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Aaoka Ai I find this album to be incredibly fun and enjoyable. It has the makings of a savage apocalyptic nightmare-scape and yet has a sly sense of hook, groove and swagger. I am listening to this grinning half the time. What a ride. Favorite track: The 6th Octopul'th Grin.
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Wheels of Mercury Raw primal death metal with a theatrical edge. A crying shame these guys broke up. Favorite track: The 6th Octopul'th Grin.
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whambamsam I'm usually not big on the atmospheric/avant-garde stuff, and haven't quite been able to get into Howls of Ebb's prior efforts, but Cursus Impasse keeps enough of the semblance of OSDM structure and riffing as a foundation to properly demonstrate just how warped and bizarre it is. If Illud Divinum Insanus were actual evidence of God being crazy, as opposed to - as Morbid Angel's earlier work posited - dead, it might sound something like this. Weird and wonderful.
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Shades of grey and bending blur cold Expand the inner walls of dark Funneling ripples of shine Alas, spirit consciousness, we Hark! 4th ripples upon the gate of 5 It creaks transient canons Blowing phantom horn A true g0lden shape, molden! Mortal hubris of 3, never to 6 Harnessed forever not? Tangibles to imperceptible vibration Forever the physical lock Tactile Transmuting genesis Begets to higher dimensional fruition Physicals subjugate to physical realms Yet higher mind ripples its own volition Oh 6th Mother, your clarity clouds I will eternally bide my time Swaying in planes of resuscitation devout Ripe ink ripples its sign Octopul’th grimace and grin conceit Flail to understand the mind Cunning Creature of Non Tentacular invisible mother divine! Higher vitalities from 5th run virally like fate Returning new Aura Virility upon 3rd and lesser gates Yet zeal of 5, how does it break the 6th Dimensional Lock? What constitutes proper prowess To enter the Ether of Not? Like a black cloud of ink A Serum of suspension Spiting with black grin As it sees returning 5th & 4th genesis transmissions Mortal hubris of 3, never to 6 Harnessed forever not? Tangibles to imperceptible vibration Forever the physical lock Tactile transmuting genesis Begets to higher dimensional fruition Physicals subjugate to physical realms Yet higher mind ripples its own volition Oh 6th Mother, your clarity clouds I will bide my time Swaying in planes of resuscitation devout Ripe ink ripples its sign Octopul’th grin to grimace conceit Flail to understand, stifle the mind Cunning creature of not and non Tentacular invisible mother I hate you destroy me divine!
2.
Sons of Onan Apocryphra Philistines Heed Thy Exemplars Inchoate Hives Lay Down to Molder Oh naive young disciples of blur Dripping fetid oils of dawns dew Passing eye like dots blown askew Welcome My… Rot through my hands Blow like jaden dust askew Welcome My Sweets Lay Down to Molder The one true adventure Take the path that leads to the one insight Walk with me to the top The Cabal your guide Yes, it’s dark A putrid demise Have faith my child Step forward Step forward my child Step forward my sweets Step forward my child Welcome my sweets Sons of Onan Apocryphra Philistines Heed thy Exemplars Take my Hand!
3.
Let the strobing obsidian hole Invite that escapes within For inside this magnanimous magma Lies a dear and close red veil that disorients all men Thin-skinned traitors amongst our kind Our gladly lead into these precarious red mines Ah, yes, this plenum shall swallow up the deepest, weakest and foulest of us Thin-skinned traitors amongst our kind… Enter Our Mines Ah, Yes, up… The Deepest weakest and foulest of us Fetid foul upon Sullied Jowls Endlessly propagate! We send gifts from afar Now, Giant Red Tomb Agitate! Delivery Transcend: We whiff the claustrophobic smoke Grandiosity perfumes: We blend with putrid & looming fumes Of heinous edges that ensnare so sharp With Encrusted loins of venom scattered askew Ye! A ripe mine A most nefarious assuming Tomb Of heinous edges that ensnare so sharp With Encrusted loins of venom scattered askew Ye! A ripe mine This is our Maat Mons’ Tomb Wretched fellows: We guide to the despicable & malodorous tomb
4.
Denial Rites! Vestigial Visage remains With 7 Cinders ablaze Physical forfeiture shall Beckon the 8 Dowry Way With 7 cinders ablaze We Beckon the 8 Dowry Way I. Mastery of Skin Ω: The Dervish Cleanse II. Consummation of Desire Ω: The Ascetic Fire III. Prowess of Pain Ω: The Austere Reign IV. Destruction of Axiom Ω: The Disciples Maxim V. Ascendancy of Stasis Ω: The Cowls Dark Oasis VI. Triumph over Might Ω: The true Spartan fight VII. Conquest of Lust Ω: A Puritanical Must VIII. Relinquishment of Yearn Ω: An Abstemious Burn Depriving depravity A strobing irony in the loom Seeking billows of cataclysm Flickering the beguiling paths of doom Shadows strafing in billows of light For true vision to take shape One must practice the Denial Rites!
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Seemingly eternal flickering burn Jesting hypnotic hues of blue For this fallacious light always remains bright? I slip in the eternal bloom deep in the womb The Last Flame writhing in light Dark morbid Zen Strobes of trance seduce all in plight Be it faith, sorrow, riches or might The wick is raised, eyes in pursuit Help my morbid Zen Illusory sub-Gnosis takes deeper root Fleshly cowls crawl deep in the soot The wick is raised, eyes in pursuit Come my Morbid Zen Our Morbid Zen Rattling substrata senses, they yearn So trans-dimensional vibrations burn Let it be undone Let it lose its glow Beat my head to submission till it darkens the glow May I see nothing so Seemingly eternal flickering hue Jesting hypnotic hues of blue The Last flame writhing in light Rippling translucent womb Subliminal precursor to know Forever the 6th’s tones vast flow The Last Sound vibrating below We turn our transcendence away Come Dark Morbid Zen! Strobes of trance seduce all in plight Be it faith, sorrow, riches or might The wick is raised, eyes in pursuit Come Dark Morbid Zen! Illusory sub-Gnosis takes deeper root Fleshly cowls crawl deep in the soot The wick is raised, eyes in pursuit Come Dark Morbid Zen! We turn our transcendence away
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There in hypnotic… Reckoning hypnotic hues of the womb When will thou lose its light? For this fallacious light always remains bright? Dark Morbid Zen Be my own friend Ye, truth of no truth Dark Morbid Inn In Light of all dark Dark of all light My only Inn Dichotomy is guile Shared trait is trite Dark Morbid Zen Inn Dark Morbid Zen Be my submission Laughing Rattle stones Apocryphalic Wick Artifice of truth Extinguish you and your doom Apocryphalic light Artifice of light Artifice of might Beguiler of that is Fooled countless bound Nectar of light Black Salts high Translucent womb Essence of blank Deep in the tomb Aeon Reflections & Riddled looms Apocryphalic Wick Artifice of truth Artifice of right Apocryphalic light Dark Morbid Zen Be my own friend Ye, Truth of no truth Dark Morbid Zen Inn Light of all dark Dark of all light My only Inn Dichotomy is guile Shared trait is trite Dark Morbid Zen

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Within a very short period of time, Howls Of Ebb have spawned a creative surge of ominous might. Under the sign of I, Voidhanger Records, came 2014's debut “Vigils of the 3rd Eye” LP, and the wide brave expanse of 2015's “The Marrow Veil” MLP. These transcendental relics have surely left no doubts: this, in true form, is an incorporeal fetid and morbid darkness; yet, left to burn a long and wicked light.

And now, with immense pride and fortune, we introduce “Cursus Impasse: The Pendlomic Vows” LP! We welcome you to inhale this horrifying drug while gazing upon the visionary painting by Italian master Agostino Arrivabene. Sully your minds by attempting to explain what the sounds of The Sour Bogs of Mars spilling upon vapid flesh is like; or perhaps, wondering if its possible to explain the sound of psychic cadence bombing your deep synapse?

For Howls Of Ebb's “Cursus Impasse: The Pendlomic Vows” is one more step beyond “Vigils of the 3rd Eye” and “The Marrow Veil”--it is a master pendulum of transgressive osmotic reign! All Hail!

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released April 15, 2016

The limbonic hymnists of HoB are Zee-Luuuvft-Huund (vibrations, low auras, polysyllabic morbid mysticisms) and Roteen' Blisssss (cadence of limp and duress, bronze aura)

Music & lyrics - ZLH
Final arrangements - HoB

Recorded, mixed and produced at Bell Collars Bizarre
Mastered at Mike Wells Mastering

Cover art: "Theoin II" by Agostino Arrivabene

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