Neuroleptic

by Bedlam of Cacophony

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Hailing out of Southern California, Bedlam of Cacophony catalyzed in 2007 in order to create one of the most unrelenting and innovative brands of extreme metal to ever be inflicted upon sentient beings. Releasing their debut EP entitled 'Turmoil Machine' in 2008, the purest realization of psychotic, churning decimation into sonic form had been skillfully conjured without any regard for human decency. Followed up with manic live performances and increasing internet media exposure, Bedlam of Cacophony had begun its savage attack on the music world. Expanding the array of cataclysmic aural assaults is Bedlam of Cacophony's soon to be released full-length album 'Neuroleptic'.
'Neuroleptic' was recorded at Seahorse Sound Studios and produced by Samur Khouja (Arkaik, Inherit Disease, Condemned). Mastered by Scott Hull at Visceral Sound. Featuring Guest vocals from Travis Ryan (Cattle Decapitation, Murder Construct), Cameron 'Big Chocolate' Argon (Disfiguring The Goddess) and Ramon Mercado (Pencil Lead Syringe), 'Neuroleptic' brandishes suffocating grind passages, barbaric growls, and brutality infused with brilliant, technical mastery and musicianship.

credits

released 04 March 2011
All Music and Lyrics by BEDLAM OF CACOPHONY


Tony Agosta - Guitar/Bass
Nate Cotton - Drums
Lee Artavia - Vocals

Recorded and Mixed at Seahorse Sound Studios by Producer/Engineer Samur Khouja. (www.seahorsesoundstudios.com)
Mastered by Scott Hull at Visceral Sound Studios.
Album Art Work by Keith Carlson


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Track Name: (100v)
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Track Name: AEONS OF APATHY
The reflection of her eyes shows the worlds apathy. Drift into the sea and melt up into the sky. As the reflection of contrast points in the direction of a dying world. New world, Old world. Dying World. Time isn’t as apparent as it use to be. The endless pause burns aeons into ashes for this dead century. The reflection of her eyes shows the worlds dreaded cycle. Falling into the downward spiral, for the helpless, for the dreaded, for the dying world. New world. Old world. Dying World. The reflection of her eyes shows the endless pause of the void
Track Name: JUGGERNAUT
This rare experiment from splitting the atmosphere rips open the vortex of anomaly. We decline downward in this hallow axis. Enabling hypnosis from the exalted phenomenon. Vast planes of destruction fold over the ordinary existence of human kind. Persuaded by abstraction of abnormal intellect. We anticipate the direction of immeasurable conclusions. The world recognized the impossible accomplishment of the most destructive juggernaut. The combination of desperate imagination and discovering power disrupts the outcome. Remaining thoughts of a blind solution, leaves dazed violence . Physical suffering from breathing in the combination of hope. Remember the violence, remember the fear. Remember the violence, remember the fear. We fall further downward in this hallow moment, This trophy of reputation becomes a monument of destruction. The invention of the juggernaut sours the collective thought of the worlds consciousness. This rare experiment from splitting the atmosphere rips open the vortex of anomaly. We decline downward in this hallow axis. Enabling hypnosis from the exalted phenomenon. Vast planes of destruction fold over the ordinary existence of human kind. We anticipate the direction of Immeasurable conclusions of the Juggernaut
Track Name: BURN
THAT’S WHERE YOU DIED, YOUR BARREN REMAINS BLACKENED. NOW THEY’VE TAKEN SOMETHING FROM
YOUR PALE FACE. THERE’S A SACRIFICE, WHERE YOU WILL SUFFER. HERE THEM, SEE THEM. TAKE THEM, WHAT’S HERE. THERE’S A BLINDING LIGHT. THERE WAS SOMEONE, NOW THERE IS WHITE NOISE. BURN THE PAIN. YOU WILL ASCEND AND DEPART. ASPHYXIATING. ENGAGE AND BURY IT. UNTIL MY SILHOUETTE IS TAKEN AND DISMEMBERED SILHOUETTE IS TAKEN AND DISMEMBERED. DROWN NOW BECAUSE EVERYTHING IS BURNING AND WILL NEVER BE THE SAME. I ‘M SO PARALYZED, I SUPPOSE ITS FATE, INVOKE. CAN YOU HELP ME BURN?
Track Name: TOMB OF FLESH
Cringe as it scrapes against you. Eyes piercing from within. An infectious soliloquy of darkness overwhelming the senses. Thought assassins prey on the shreds of sanity that linger. Breath tearing in and out of your lungs. Smoke fills your body slowly burning beneath the surface. Intoxicating the soul with this dismal dance of pain. Feel it sink in. Teeth wet with hate. Eyes overflowing with greed. Verbal sewage spilling from razor sharp tongues. Becoming the disease. Apathetic to its destruction crave the filth that fills you. Death will be an unlikely savior. Taste the fear finally making a home within you. Content with decay. At peace in your tomb of flesh.
Track Name: G-13
Receding fluid brings motionless moments of perfect vision The eastern sun breaths for this dead century. Generations restore, experiences. As we channel the pulse for a new age. Ordinary days remind me of, the distance between us. A broken face flashes with surprise. Transparent communication, recollecting my memory. The inner density of the brain. Never speculates, the subconscious. Artificial beliefs. The thoughts batter the hidden questions of exhausted memories.
Track Name: THE PERVERSE
CURIOSITY HAS BECOME AN EXPERIMENT CONCEIVED WITH THIS OBSERVATION. NATURE WAS NEVER
BEFORE THIS APPARENT. THERE ARE NO VAST OBJECTS ADAPTED BY THIS METHOD. (TRACE THE
EXAMINATION): LET US ENTER THIS ODD TERM FOR COMPREHENSION. THE PROCESSOR IS OBSESSED
WITH THE EFFECTS OF CALCULATING POWER. EGO DRIVEN ARTIST COMPELLED BY AN EMPTY CANVAS.
THE EVIL EYE BURIES CENTURIES GLARED IN GOLD. UNFOLDING CREATION FOR SELF PROCLAMATION.
BEHOLD THE DESIGN OF THE DEITY. CULTURED FUNGUS BATHED IN TYRANNY. THREE BILLION YEARS ABANDONED TO NATURAL SECTION. EMPYREAN ARCHITECT OMITS HIS MAGNUM OPUS. THIS MICROCOSM OF EXISTENCE HAS BEEN VACATED FOR ATROPHY
Track Name: PSYCHIC DRIVING
NERVES CARELESSLY FALL FROM THIS WORLD OF EXERTION. WEIGHTED AND UN-OBSTRUCTED. FOUNDATION OF A SHRIEKING SURGE, ENTERS QUICK DESCENT. IMPOSSIBLE CONCEPTIONS BECAME
ABSORBED TRANQUILITY. TIME HESITATES, ILL SPECULATIONS. BETWEEN FRAGMENTS OF MEMORY
IMAGES OF DRENCHED ILLUSIONS, CALL OUT THE NEW IDENTITY. PROGRAM IN NEW BEHAVIOR. PSYCHIC DRIVING. THE ANSWERS ARE SUBSERVIENT TO AN IMPOSED CONTROL, COINCIDE WITH ME. LETS DISCOVER THE AWKWARD STRUCTURES OF THE REDUNDANT VOICES ECHOING, ENDLESSLY
Track Name: ENDSVILLE
LONG MOMENTS OF THOUGHTS, THEN THERE WAS NOTHING. FOLLOWED BY A SYNAPSE OF INSANITY. SUSPENDED IN ANIMATION ENDSVILLE, RAZOR SILENCE. IMAGES OF AN EMPTY HOUSE AND A DARK
HALLWAY. I’VE BEEN HERE BEFORE, I REMEMBER THIS EXACT MOMENT HAS ALREADY OCCURRED BUT WHEN DID IT TAKE PLACE? WHAT IS IT IN MY DREAMS? I’VE DIED BEFORE. ENDSVILLE, RAZOR SILENCE. THIS ALL MIGHT BE RECOLLECTIONS OF FLASHING INCREMENTS OF TIME. I KNOW WE ARE PASSING EACH OTHER RIGHT NOW BUT WE HAVE MET BEFORE. SEEING YOUR FACE PASS BY AND KNOWING I WILL NEVER SEE YOU AGAIN. THIS IS A HARD THING TO REALIZE, ITS HARD THING TO LET GO. STOPPING AND STARING INTO HER. MY EYES ARE BLOODSHOT FROM THE SMOKE THAT COASTS THEM. LOOKING STRAIGHT AHEAD MAKES IT EASIER TO LET MY THOUGHT’S DRIFT. IT’S HARD TO COMPREHEND EVERYTHING THAT IS GOING ON. RIGHT NOW YOUR FACE IS INVERTED AND DISTORTED. OR IS IT MY PERCEPTION AT THIS MOVEMENT. AS IF I AM IN INFINITE DIMENSIONS. AS WE TURN INTO SKETCHED OUTLINES. THIS DIMENSION TURNS DARK, LET’S TAKE A STEP INTO THE DARKNESS AND SEE WHAT BREATHES.BLIND TO WHAT IS GOING ON. BLIND EYES CAN SEE THROUGH YOU. WITH DISTORTED PERCEPTION. SHIFTING INTO MELTED BACKGROUND. WHERE REOCCURRING IMAGES FADE AWAY. THOUGHTS OF YOU DRIP THROUGH THE MENTAL PLANE.