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1.
Stiff Weasel 02:33
2.
Phase of deposition, hemispheres upturned Embrace superstition, forget all that you learned Caught up in another trophic cascade Curse the ones that left us, and pray for those that stayed Isostatic rebound crumbles mountains to the sea Peasants’ hands worn down to stumps as they clamber up the trees Vaporising storm clouds, fire in the sky Flee into the ocean, it’s the only place that’s dry Release the wolves Four forgotten angels, missing from their cloud Tied up by their wings and displayed to the screaming crowd Hurling bones of loved ones, no stones left to throw Drag them to the tundra, and boil them in the snow
3.
Peyote Ugly 04:01
Skin that peels, flesh brought to boil Grim it feels, bitter, the taste of the soil Smells that bring tears to my eyes A simulation of an early death Swell the sting, hear my cries I’m broke, I choke, as I try to catch my breath Spin the wheels, wretch before it’s spoiled Give in and kneel, sicker, you will uncoil As I lie, face down in the gruel The stimulation will take its toll When I die, greeted by ghouls The smoke, I croak, and so I detach my soul
4.
Cosmosis 03:35
Listen to the sound of the ground and the underbrush Images resound all around and under us Ancestors downed surround the mound, and I feel the rush Visions of a world profound, they astound and make the thunder hush Cognitive chains, I’m bound, mind unwound, torn asunder, judged Drowning in the rain, I’m down, but I’ve found where the wonder gushes Fusing my brain to my crown, bow down, let our fingers touch Minions, release the hounds, you’re surrounded, your number’s up
5.
Floating for aeons across outer space Feeling the heavenly majestic grace All evolutionary paths retraced Your body, mind and soul shall be erased Transformation is abrupt, chromosomes will erupt Genetic make up disrupts, particles are corrupt Interdimensionally you’re misplaced Electric universe, reach the plateau Umbra, penumbra, antumbra shadow A methane hurricane, a toxic glow Microcosm, as above, so below Consciousness will re-adjust, outer shell turns to rust Solar winds release a gust, your spirit will combust Give into existential vertigo A new perception, see through the facade A static imprint of a mobile thought You are unconscious, a receiving rod Devolved from primates down to anthropods The portal through which you’re sucked threatens to self-destruct In a world from which you’re plucked, galaxies deconstruct A false reality with no reward Nebula sprays cosmic dust, pierces the upper crust Try and fight it all you must, you will see we are just Hallucinations of a dying god
6.
Anya's Dream 05:03
7.
Reading from their palms just to see who cries the most Bleeding from the arms as I try to find a host Kneel before the charms, blessed be, my final toast Keep me safe from harm as I lie beside the ghost Crystal blue, I provide Sisters true, by my side Demon lover, I abide Wake the others, try and hide Woken up at dawn by the sound of flies, I choke Bleating from the barn, on the ground there lies the goat Giving birth to spawn with five eyes that lie in its throat Try to keep my calm as the cries outside draw close Missed your cue, now you’re fried Wrists askew, ankles tied Dearest brother, how you cry Choke and smother, hide your pride Seeking chosen lands endlessly There’s a plan for you, your whole being Seeing is believing, written in the sky Being is deceiving, end is nigh
8.
There’s a boy down on the farm, his name is Billy Brine Born the year of Nineteen-Sixty Anno Domini Bovine Tobacco juice drips out from his cleft lip, and pools between his teeth If ya don’t like how he looks, then you should see what’s underneath He’s running out of hope so just to cope he goes to sleep And dreams about the bible and of digging holes real deep A stream of panicked screams, he plays out scenes with acts so grim Like killing tramps and making lamps from pieces of their skin Did you get some sleep today, Billy? Late one night, to quench his thirst, he drinks straight from the well But the water tastes quite bitter and it has an awful smell He thinks he can hear voices somewhere out there on the farm So he quickly snuffs his lantern and he sneaks into the barn And the cow said, “Move into it slowly, I want to feel your skin I like it when you hold me by the ears and scratch my chin Merge with the unholy, receive your next of kin And slice them really slowly, let me feed on what’s within” Fever pitch, he feels a switch, to scratch the itch he roams the streets And swings the hatchet wildly while he’s talking on repeat He snags one in an alley and he wraps her in a sheet Then he offers her to them, and still the voices don’t retreat Where’d you get your meat today, Billy? He puts her in the trunk and then he dunks in for a swim, There’s whispers in the water and they’re whispering at him The voices sound familiar, surely they cannot be real But that recipe they’re repeating sure sounds like a lovely meal He grabs a piece of deadwood and he wafts away the flies And uses bits of sticks to scrape the bugs out from her eyes She smells a bit like custard but the meat is nice and tender The skin’s coming loose and turning translucent, best to use the blender Did you get some sleep today? Is the cow in heat today? Where’d you get your meat today? Whatcha gonna eat today, Billy?
9.
Invocation 01:58
10.
The Banshee 04:22
Children of grace Flee from this place Feel my embrace And shiver with me Keening unease Screams in the breeze Wade through the reeds In the river we bleed
11.
Red Waste 03:48
Nothing but rust, dried blood Of an age that didn’t last long As far as the eye can see, nothing but decrepit entropy Past the last dying breath of the beast that was a home Nothing but dust, bleached bones Scattered across a barren landscape lost The red waste Consumed, you suck rocks, trying to find a hidden drop We bled the body dry, red waste Red waste, no escape We bled the body dry, we bled the body dry The red waste, it’s dead space We lay waste, the death race We cut it then bled it to feed ourselves fatter To become the rapture and kill all that matters We beat it, then battered our garden of eden Now we suffer and eat it to die even quicker To ease the consistent demeaning existence That we never wished for

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Wellington psych group The Spectre Collective have conjured up an eclectic collection of tracks that take listeners on a journey from the depths of the earth to the infinite cosmos. Utilising a mixture of off-kilter swampy grooves, mind-altering psychedelia, and catchy kraut jams, the freakish trio of Will Agnew (Mothers Dearest), Lochie Noble (Transistor), and Jonathan Shirley (Beatcomber, Church of Goya) have gathered an array of guest musicians for the album, including Gussie Larkin (Mermaidens, Earth Tongue), Emerald Rose (Linen, Draghound), Anita Clark (Motte), Jordan Edwards (Mothers Dearest), and Bailey Smith.

From Wellington, New Zealand.

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released January 18, 2019

CREDITS

Will Agnew
Drums (Tracks 1-5, 7-8, 10-11), Vocals (Tracks 2-5, 7-9, 11), Guitar (Tracks 1, 5, 7, 11), Keys (Tracks 1, 4, 6, 9, 11), Bass (Tracks 1, 8, 11), Percussion (Tracks 1-2, 5), Banjo (Track 2)

Lochie Noble
Bass (Tracks 2-5, 7, 10-11), Guitar (Tracks 3-5, 7-8, 11), Vocals (Tracks 2-5, 8), Percussion (Tracks 1-4), Banjo (Track 8)

Jono Shirley
Guitar (Tracks 2-5, 7), Synth (Track 2, 4-6, 11), Keys (Track 5), Organ (Track 10)

Featuring:
Bailey Smith - Saxophone (Tracks 2, 7)
Anita Clark - Violin (Tracks 5, 9), Vocals (Tracks 9-10)
Gussie Larkin - Vocals (Tracks 7, 9)
Emerald Rose - Vocals, Guitar (Track 10)
Jordan Edwards - Vocals (Track 11)

Music written by The Spectre Collective.
Recorded, mixed and mastered by Lochie Noble.
Lyrics and artwork by Will Agnew.
Additional lyrics on Track 7 written by Gussie Larkin.
Track 11 lyrics written by Jordan Edwards.

Special thanks to all of the people we jammed with, and to everyone who was generous with their space, time, and gear - Chloe, Frazer, Sam, Kate, Amy & Tim. Very special thanks to Joel Cosgrove for everything.

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