The Marrow Veil

by HOWLS OF EBB

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Christian Pretty much on par with the debut, which is one of the greatest death metal albums ever, but much more of a grower. Kinda reminds me of Magma in that sense.
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Morbid Cannibal Angel Corpse Experimental Black metal at its finest. Favorite track: Standing On Bedlam, Burning In Bliss.
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Matthew Toye Howls Of Ebb are going to challenge your sense of death metal. Everything they release is a refreshing and bizarre departure from the ordinary. Favorite track: Standing On Bedlam, Burning In Bliss.
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Bardo Morales Pretty much unique and awesome Atmospheric Death with truly surreal, cavernous, nightmarish feel.
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dkelvin One of my 3 top LPs of 2015. All the best that Autopsy was in the early 90s with much more complexity and stratifications. The drumming is extraordinary. Demoniac, monstruous sound. Favorite track: Standing On Bedlam, Burning In Bliss.
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I. As Eye Burns the Conscious Leap~ Resting on the laurels of grasp, pensively melting deep Amor Fati writhes to such nefarious deceit Far far out there, I take no shape The Portent holds Creep Essence Practice Belief Transdimensional procreation Now sleep II. As Nigh Defies ~ Covered in dust and grit from vibrating hinterland Heating Shadow on pines east of limbo’s whim Where shall I preserve my vortexial spiraling kin? Hovered and bent on knee stuffing seed to egg Conducting chants and howls for final entropic blend Oh, how these potions will defy The laws of their dimensions Amassing the grips and gears to send our brewing kin Transmitting visions to fruition, onward from within! And why should we prohibit such Bedlam to begin? Expecting fall to become the hindsight of Nigh Breathing my last breath to carrion ashen skin And why should we prohibit such Bedlam? Two Fingers to Forehead! From Bedlam To Bliss Loving From the Crevices they will crawl and win Covered in dust and grit from vibrating hinterland Heating Shadow on pines east of limbo’s limbs Where shall I preserve my vortexial spiraling kin? Becoming dust off edge to sanctify dimensional End Manifesting vertigo destinies, pulsing the final win What shall we call this new breed? My Son, Heathen-Non! From Bedlam To Bliss Embrace Madness From the Crevices they always crawl and win! From Bedlam To Bliss Vibrations From the Crevices they always crawl and win! My Son, Heathen-nOn Conducting chants and howls for final entropic blend Breathing my last breath to carrion ashen skin And what shall we call this new breed? My Son, Heathen-nOn! From Bedlam To Bliss Loving From the Crevices they always crawl and win! My Son, Heathen-nOn III. As All Bequeaths~
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From the Dust From the dark From the East Comes the whim of lore From the Dim From the shade From the Right Comes the weak old fool From the Dust From the Dark From the East Comes the whim of lore From the Seas From the shadow From the Rite Comes the weak old fool From the Shallow From the Craven From the tools Comes Dusks Tyrannical Lore
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Your Laurels are Brittle at Best Ancient Weakness Elusive yet real Real as dusk and dawn before these very fields As floating cobblestones mock the hangman drawn So let their weak laurels rest on the weak pawns As faded pages of pensive surety crumble in time So misplaced Eons pour luxurious wine Such hock’s symbiosis weaves taciturn and fraught And so their iron laurels are driven deeper in for naught For here my friends, is a tale of Ironies’ last play Brevities eternal maze A tale of the Iron Laurels Woven in Rust Your laurels are brittle at best Dear Hear, Hear tepid souls! Your wisdom far from old Alas fools, fetid and cold Flaccid truisms far from bold Hear, Hear tepid souls! Your wisdom far from old Try and beguile your fates So brittle upon 8-sided crates Anachronoids! Anachronoids! Hear, Hear tepid souls! Your wisdom isn’t so old ! Ancient Weakness, elusive yet real Real as dusk and dawn before these very fields For here my friends, is a tale of Ironies’ last play Brevities eternal maze As floating cobblestones mock the hangman drawn So misplaced Eons pour luxurious wine

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Howls of Ebb (HoB) have crawled from the crevices to present a new MLP, "The Marrow Veil" which encompasses 3 new limbonic death hymns. "The Marrow Veil" is a transient departure from last year's acclaimed debut album, "Vigils of the 3rd Eye"; yet, only in the sense of removing an elusive insanity for a newer sort of methodical, and destructive mediation.

As HoB explains: "The two main movements (or sentinels) of 'The Marrow Veil' are growers; vines of blooming ash. Just let them slowly entangle you and blow you across the rubikon divine!"

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released August 8, 2015

Howls of Ebb is:

zelevthand - vibrations, polysyllabic mysticism, syntehtic magikx
benign blight - 5th dimensional undertows
rotn bliss - cadence of limp, duress, bronze winds

Recorded, mixed, produced by HoB at Bells Collar Bizarre
Mastered by Mike Wells Mastering

Cover painting by Wiley Trieff
Art direction and layout by Francesco Gemelli

Cat. Nr. IVR043

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