IV

by PKWST

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02:44
2.
06:28
3.
05:17
4.
03:16
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03:07
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01:17
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02:45
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06:11
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*Last track on CD and tape only

Suicide folk and blues at the crossroads of hell. Dedicated to those who have ended their lives, the highest form of altruism.

Cassettes available from Orb Tapes-
orbtapes.bandcamp.com/album/iv

Music video-
www.youtube.com/watch?v=yet3d-vOLpY

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released October 31, 2016

Carrion-
blackened vocals

MOYO ( moyogash.bandcamp.com ) -
raw vocals, harmonica, acoustic bass

Sigil-
instruments, electronics, field recordings,
sampling, additional vocals, production, artwork

Track 4, "Suicide Blues" by Arthur Collins (1919)

Mixed at Kvlt Ranch I (Mesa, Arizona) and
Kvlt Ranch II (Glendale, Arizona)

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PKWST Phoenix, Arizona

" ...so far detached from normality they could convert even the most stoic of power electronic listeners back to the mainstream..."
- Crack Magazine

"...Black metal for those seeking a freedom from conventional song structures."
- Black Metal and Brews

"a normie will be unable to withstand even an entire track..."
-Toilet ov Hell
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Track Name: .
Deliver me the cross, in bloody feathers of summer despair,
for running hunger in the leaning heart is the whistler's stone

Empty veins shaking forked light, starry beginnings bloodshot

The oily eye of man, skinning the skull

Monkeyed to each grave, who with a hand,
threw up a voice and fled sleep, unknowing

So, in the soily clouds, healed visions, naked and climbing,
re-suffered dreams, girdered suns tempered by night,
muzzled eden, tomorrow's slime
Track Name: .
The world is now ending through my eyes,
most perceive something so responsible as selfish or cowardly,
but what can be more so than continuing to consume,
turning this world ever-blacker on our ego-trip of existence?
None of us asked to be born, and to many of us,
reincarnation is punishment.
Most want to achieve an afterlife,
hardly anyone wants to die to get there . . .
No longer will I be a tax, on paper, or on this earth.
Tomorrow's dirt wants you and I, fossils in the making.

. . . sorry for the mess I left behind. May the vultures on the mountains find me.