Aborym Psychogrotesque 1. Psychogrotesque I 2. Psychogrotesque II [Intro: guitars by Davide Tiso / Electronics-FX by Aborym] [Solo Hell:IO:Kabbalus [R] / Solo Emiliano Natali [L]] They said I was schizophrenic rebellion to a steady order the mass kills empty containers the mass smashes heads full of air those who try to escape from the gears of mediocrity neurotics, they call them those who want to be Haldol interferes with the complex biomechanical activity of my nerve cells devastating effects: no joy... no joy, no colour, no feeling my body doesn't react, my soul refuses to talk with me trapped in a shroud, my refuses justified the diagnosis I swallowed Luvatran and I vomited my life my psychosis was developing, they were making me mad I was feeling disgusting: hatred for myself spontaneous explosions of violence - uncontrollable regurgitation of suffering remembrance of humiliations and blood they sewed on me a heavy strait-jacket attraction-repulsion - obsession hatred for myself - self-mutilation Me, horrible insect - brand of infamy banned from the mankind community Is this my punishment? For what? 3. Psychogrotesque III [Additional music & beat production by Marc “M.E.M.O.R.Y. Lab” Urselli] [Vocals by Karyn Crisis] Total isolation rooms all the same empty glasses, puke and stains of blood and the marks of scratches against silent walls and I can still hear the screams of psychos and I can still feel the blows and the stink of medicines and the screams of silence of endless nights that neverending darkness and that blinding white of the walls dozen and dozen of beings drag themselves with no sense there are no mirrors nobody owns anything it's like time has forgot to flow time with no meaning I heard those voices inside me: you must die... slowly, slowly... where were them? I could feel them coming to my brain mysterious nothing... multiproblematic reign I couldn't contrast them I tried to run, madly, even by night I couldn't suffocate them Those voices were leaking in me until they took every single corner of my mind until they became so deafening to feel the urge of screaming to shut them the descent to this hell interspersed with attempts of escape of degradation and violence long years of horror - the horror of solitude: abandon... and I banged with my fists to the walls with hundredfold strength in here men don't praise the evil but they buy the good that they find inside of it in here are swallowed fluorescent poisons and asbestos pills 4. Psychogrotesque IV [Les Chants De Maldoror, IV, Isidore Ducasse comte de Lautrèamont] Sono sporco. I pidocchi mi rodono. I porci, quando mi guardano vomitano. Le croste delle labbra hanno squamato la mia pelle, coperta di un pus giallastro. Non conosco l'acqua dei fiumi né la rugiada delle nubi. [...] I miei piedi hanno messo radici nel suolo e compongono, fino al ventre, una sorta di vegetazione viva, piena di ignobili parassiti che non è più carne e non deriva ancora dalla pianta. Eppure il mio cuore batte. Ma come potrebbe battere se la putredine e le esalazioni del mio cadavere non lo nutrissero in abbondanza? Sotto l'ascella sinistra si è stabilita una famiglia di rospi e quando uno di essi si muove mi fa il solletico state attenti che non ne scappi uno e non venga a grattarvi con la bocca l'interno dell'orecchio: poi, sarebbe capace di entrarvi nel cervello Sotto l'ascella destra c'è un camaleonte che dà loro una caccia perpetua per non morire di fame: ognuno deve vivere Ma quando un partito sventa completamente le astuzie dell'altro non trovano di meglio da fare che lasciarsi in pace a vicenda e succhiano il grasso delicato che mi ricopre le costole: ci sono abituato Una vipera malvagia ha divorato la mia verga e ne ha preso il posto [...] Due piccoli istrici, che non crescono più, hanno gettato a un cane, che non ha rifiutato l'interno dei miei testicoli: e si sono sistemati all'interno dell'epidermide, lavata con cura... L'ano è stato intercettato da un granchio; incoraggiato dalla mia inerzia, con le sue chele fa la guardia all'ingresso, e mi fa molto male! [...] Non parlate della mia colonna vertebrale, perché è una spada Desiderate sapere, non è vero, come mai sia piantata verticalmente nelle mie reni? Neppure io lo ricordo molto chiaramente. Tuttavia, se mi decido a considerare un ricordo ciò che forse non è altro che un sogno sappiate che l'uomo, quando ha saputo che avevo fatto voto di vivere con la malattia finché non avessi vinto il Creatore, camminò, dietro di me, in punta di piedi, ma non così piano da non essere udito Non percepii più niente, per un istante che non fu lungo. Questo pugnale acuminato penetrò fino all'impugnatura tra le due spalle del toro delle feste e la sua ossatura fremette come un terremoto. La lama aderisce con tale forza al corpo che nessuno finora è riuscito ad estrarla: gli atleti, i meccanici, i filosofi, i medici... hanno tentato, volta a volta, i mezzi più diversi Non sapevano che il male che l'uomo ha fatto non può essere disfatto [...] Viandante, quando mi passerai accanto, non rivolgermi, te ne supplico la minima parola di consolazione: indeboliresti il mio coraggio Lascia che io riscaldi la mia tenacia alla fiamma del martirio volontario... vattene [...] Posso ancora fare un' escursione fino alle muraglie del cielo alla testa di una legione di assassini e tornare ad assumere quest'atteggiamento per meditare, di nuovo sui nobili progetti della vendetta [...] 5. Psychogrotesque V [Additional electronics-beats by Narchost / Saxophone by Marcello Balena] If I could breathe the hate I found in humanity I would be suffocated by its virulent fogs If I could live in my way - no mercenaries I would count on the pain, the only thing I own I am a man... I am without a leg If I look down I realize that I don't even have the other one I am a legless man and I don't have my left arm I don't have the right one either and I have no spinal column I have no hands... I don't have eyes...I don't have hair there's a lack of nose and ears in my face, I can't see anything of me: I am a black fly I am misery: I am nothing: you made me a “non-man” dear doctor world and if I transgress against your catechism I hope many will follow me! If I exist I am no one else: I don't acknowledge in me this equivocal pluralism My subjectivity and the Creator it's way too much for just a brain this place... in where huge instinctive pulsions are lost: here there is the Final Apocalypse 6. Psychogrotesque VI Not a sacred place! This place is cursed by God for sure! See them try to kill the pain, blackness fills the mind, decayed swarming stigma attaches, insane yesterday, truth despaired, my life, stolen easily trenched again, unfathomed thoughts, my grave deeply stone grown, growing in squares, light shines me through blindly finding, doubting, death's riddles, so true [Saxophone by Marcello Balena] Going to the asylum to learn how to die... See them try to kill the pain, blackness fills the mind, decayed swarming stigma attaches, insane yesterday, truth despaired, my life, stolen easily trenched again, unfathomed thoughts, my grave deeply [Vocals by Karyn Crisis] I fly towards other rooms they all look the same but every single one of them is different by the imprints they project in this astral space they have different voices and different stories different screams, different microcosmos they all reveal the echoes of men who've all lost their way, yet remain their vibrations tell us: some of them went away, some of them are dead 7. Psychogrotesque VII Every single thing is static in my nightmares iron skeletons want to touch me huddled up in a corner I hear just my mourn of a man that step by step turns into a kid's mourn, that step by step turns into a baby's mourn that step by step turns into a fly's buzz... What am I now? [Solo Hell:IO:Kabbalus] His smell gives me nausea and it's impressed in my mind in between the dream and the refuse of what dawn will bring wrong! and I did it again! Sacrifice! In the name of corruption wrong! and I did it again! Psychogrotesque fairytale wrong! and I did it again! Sacrifice! For all the puppets hanged down their lies wrong! and I did it again! Atavistic daily disgrace humanity - perpetual carnality / insanity - perpetual carnality wrong! and I did it again! Sacrifice! In the name of madness and free-doom wrong! and I did it again! Psychogrotesque fairytale wrong! and I did it again! Sacrifice! Spiritual harlotry wrong! and I did it again! Lobotomized neurotic youth 8. Psychogrotesque VIII My back is up against the wall everywhere lobotomized fall the sadistic power game they play dirty methods they will put in my way a cultured abominable instinct of suicide injected in my dried veins: no hope to survive sick synthetic conspiracy: a state of siege loaded as I am of the scorn for despicable hearts - I'm a nest in flames My back is up against the wall everywhere lobotomized fall the sadistic power game they play dirty methods they will put in my way a cultured abominable instinct of suicide injected in my dried veins: no hope to survive [Electronics by Aborym & Richard K. Szabo / Guitar-noise by Davide Tiso] 9. Psychogrotesque IX 10. Psychogrotesque X Death to the lifeless, befall the death of their line consumed with absurdity, it will all be taken within time created to be desolate, a new way of life begins anew distorted daylight, its darkness will reach the few combined catastrophe, the mindless soul dead born in the grave, a wretched life force-fed ex-sanguinary empowerment, now gains the insane usurping the chosen, destruction will now reign We are all delusions in the eyes of God [Solo Peter Michael Kolstad Vegem] I am a perfect mask of pain the violence of the poison twists my limbs it deforms me, it knocks me over, look how the fire rises again! They can't hear me, they're ghosts don't come nearer, I smell like burnt climb toward the final burst I'm loosing hope, I wish for death I am drowning in an amniotic liquid a neverending whirlpool is dragging me down my wings are melting and merging with plastic I'm a nest in flames: I am burning [Vocals by Karyn Crisis - “Human Abstract” by William Blake] He sits down with holy fears and waters the ground with tears then humility takes its root underneath his foot Soon spreads the dismal shade of mystery over his head and the caterpillar and the fly feed on the mystery And it bears the fruit of deceit ruddy and sweet to eat and the raven his nest has made in its thickest shade The Gods of the earth and sea sought through nature to find this tree but their search was all in vain there grows one in the human brain [Solo Giulio Moschini + Solo Hell:IO:Kabbalus] [Outro by Davide Tiso] Season of Mist Written by Hell:IO: Kabbalus and Fabban / Lyrics by Fabban / 2006-2010 Line-Up: Malfeitor Fabban: Vocals, Bass, Synth, Keyboards Hell:IO:Kabbalus: Guitars, Synth, Programming Bård G. Eithun “Faust”: Drums Very special and precious friends, hosted in this album: Karyn Crisis (Vocals) Davide Tiso (Additional guitars and electronic) Richard K. Szabo (Additional electronic) Marc Urselli (Drum n bass/jungle, additional music & beat production) Narchost (Additional industrial samples) Emiliano Natali (Additional bass, guitar solo, falsettos) Pete Michael Kolstad Vegem (Guitar solo) Giulio Moschini (Guitar solo) Marcello Balena (Saxophone) Produced by Fabban Engineered, mixed and mastered by Emiliano Natali at Fear No One studio between February and August 2010 Sound Consulting by Marc Urselli at Eastside Sound studios, New York Karyn Crisis' voices were recorded by Walt Westinghouse and Davide Tiso, Oakland, CA Davide Tiso' additional music was recorded at 1275 Home Studio, Berkeley, CA Pete' solo was recorded by Ruben Willem at Caliban Studios, Oslo, Norway Written by Hell:IO:Kabbalus and Fabban All lyrics and concept by Fabban Historical/sociological research and excerpts by Alessandra Paolelli Excerpts from Les Chants de Maldoror, IV, by Isidore Ducasse comte de Lautrèamont Translation by Bianca Soellner Artwork by Fabban Band picture by Leonardo Breccola There's an eleventh (ghost) track lasting for 2:09.