You Are Lost Anyway

by excessive visage

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"Already Dead, trustworthy purveyors of solid modern “Rock” (among countless other conceivable genres, barring reggae and opera) don’t disappoint with this new release to quench your air guitar/air drumming needs. It’s called YOU ARE LOST ANYWAY and its authors are German prog rock/psych band, Excessive Visage. I’m going in cold/unbiased, previously being unacquainted with any of their prior work. As always, it’s a treat, getting to preview/review these albums ahead of time!

The album starts off on some Sunburned Hand of the Man/No-Neck Blues Band-style earthy, improv weirdness (quickly abandoned for the remainder of the album) before shifting gears into a playful, whimsical Syd Barrett-esque psych-pop jam. Around five minutes into the song is a crunchy, bluesy fuzz guitar solo that builds into some haunting male and female vocal dueling. This is definitely an “album” album, no need to break it down track by track. It’s epic and cinematic. Intentional or not, there are nods to ELP, Yes, Genesis and the like, but also The Mars Volta and The Sound of Animals Fighting. The vocals are uniformly gorgeous. My favorite track upon the first couple of listens is “Ron,” for what it’s worth.

Expect lots of jazzy percussion, math rock-isms, ridiculous distorted guitar tones, soaring female vocals, and an overall professional hi-fi sound. Play this one on a good sound system! “Your nose is hairy!”

There’s a buttload of ‘70s rock moves, sick guitar riffs, and memorable melodies, all played professionally and capably. These blokes are actual musicians. Definitely good driving music; throw this one on the tape deck while traversing the great highways of the haunted universal road zone. Perhaps I’ll cross paths with them a year from now (the time of this writing) in Germany."

- David Drucker, Already Dead Tapes, 2017

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released October 27, 2017

YOU ARE LOST ANYWAY
was produced, mixed and mastered by torsten lang

all songs written by excessive visage
all lyrics by Christoph Dehne Simon Preuß, Albrecht Schumann, Torsten Lang and Larissa Blau
and furthermore resculpted and polished by Torsten Lang and Larissa Blau

Larissa Blau – Vocals, Slide Whistle
Torsten Lang – Guitar, Bass, Vocals, Synthesizer, Fender Rhodes, Theremin
Simon Preuß – Bass (Supernova, Black Hole Eternity And The Space, Polished Eyes, Transfixed Reveria) and atmo recordings in Dragged In, Nothing Nothing
Christoph Dehne – Drums

The Ghost Of Christmas Past – backing vocals (Dragged In)
Falk Meutzner – Schreie (Buried In Gold)

artwork by Xaver Xylophon

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excessive visage Dresden, Germany

They forge a language of their own, identifiably rock, and not forbiddingly avant-garde, but uniquely specific, and extremely powerful.
There’s a distinct streak of darkness running through these sounds, an ominous and uneasy atmosphere, that sits well with the power and drama of the arrangements.
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Track Name: Dragged In
I’ m a lonely boat
on a rotten lake
my friends don't want to go
My friends don’t wanna go to my head with me

I don't like them anymore
I don't have no friends
I don't like them anymore
I don't have no friends no more,
no no friends no more

The worms in my head
are feeding my thoughts
And so I'm thinking of you
Oh little mouse come out of your consultation hour
Cause I know you are lost anyway.

The window is open although I closed it
my muddy footprints lead to it
my garden is crowded with foreigners
and I will have to speak to them
now, right now

„You digged your chicken hole deep enough
please pull yourself out on your own
I cannot reach you
anybody please, any anybody?
Hello?…

don't wanna reach you, you’re just so ugly
you're just so ugly in the ground
but yet, please pull me out
my hole is deeper than yours“

Your fur is grey
Your nose is hairy
Your tail spreads smell
Your veins are shaking
uhhh uhh uhhhhhh

Did my children run out, or
didn't I find them?
The blind spot in the corner
attracts my attention

Let's make a night of it
Yes, let's make a night of it
I'm a one-winged butterfly
without you

Your fur is grey
Your nose is hairy
Your tail spreads smell
Your veins are shaking
uhhh uhh uhhhhhh
Track Name: Verwöhnt von Happiness
candy is my heart and soul
chic cargo winds a fire cold
why is she wearing purple eyes?
why is she showing me her collection of minerals?
the mob she leads is embraced by dyslexia
they got nothing to do, out of work, drinking louche-water
the ground gets soft, advising the limbs to tremble
Wake-breaking sound of hell

Young beautiful, feel good, the next step: beeing and doing

Serving and spoiling his time.

her time is crime. she ripped the scriptural lines

of perennial ice time and religion

eye liners have finally ousted eye lines

there she lay in the hay, with new shoes on she's got them from the woods
crook your moody fingers alone, I have a line of fickle fingers
I know music sleep - congratulations insomnia


Young beautiful, feel good, the next step: beeing and doing

Serving and spoiling his time.

her time is crime. she ripped the scriptural lines

of perennial ice time and religion

eye liners have finally ousted eye lines


Taste the concoction you fakes, said the snake
I taught myself having caught myself
You are worthy to be amazed
the ground is softly trembling...


Young beautiful, feel good, the next step: being and doing
serving and spoiling his time
her time is crime.
She grew a fence on her hands
the eternal sentence
of misconception
nothing has changed
mouth eats the tale
my teeth get frail
while we walk hand in hand through the arch of suspense
Track Name: Supernova, Black Hole, Eternity And The Space
Supernova, black hole, eternity and the space
listen up, I’m god
in my world
candy gets supplied for free
fire stays behind the screen
If this ain’t enough to be,
do this: do shit

The flowers come in black and white and black
made with my remaining drops of paint
still spilling some because I can
flesh and blood in the past
are now paintings on the wall

I do not know what made this burrow collapse
its skeleton is now becoming rickety
Deep-freezing of the once boiling fame house
all is lost between the quarry blocks
the hideousness is served on a salver
yet the mouse is dying,

Someday, somewhere bad, after so many miles
My name, my name in the sky sent me away

lets do something irrelevant to the subject
you are the last of your blood
delve your backyard, there are people waiting
speak to them, speak to them

you hear me?
Hey, buddy!
refresh my spirits!
Update my spirit of the bird
there’re no blue-birds in you

Supernova, black hole, eternity and the space
If you don’t want to wear shoes, it is your desire to stay
One day, after many miles on the couch
My Name is his name
But now, it’s me who needs to be blue
Track Name: Ron
He found the right way into space
shiny stars staring strange on Ron
Celebration of their glance
He cries out and licks his quill

Ron, nebula, misty, mystic
dirty ugly facial plants grow across skins
embroilered by the guts of horror
tortured beyond endless times

Ron, Ron, Ron, Ron, Ron
Ron, Ron, Ron, Ron,
Ron, Ron, Ron, Ron,
Run, Run, Run, Ron, Ron, Run, Run, Ron, Ron, Run

finally scribbled together, squirting it all out
what a mess, all over ridiculous legions
Happy, happy, happy, happy
This is the closest to fun that it can get

This is how we heal ourselves
bringing good shape all around the universe
if I could ever touch my noses insides,
I knew how sanity could smell

Back to Ron in his bewildered army dress
raising the shit out of his glands
he's therefore talkin' bona fide
then he throws his telescope to his fellows' eyes
Track Name: Buried In Gold
I find comfort in singing
but I suffered a lot after the last show
Winter is cold to me,
But you’re a witch, you’re free

Your love is not love, I drill in loose soil
the world dissolves when I inflame you with nothing
Headless people, don’t be sad it’s winter

Now we want to move forward
My friend left a disease for you
I’m sorry, Thank you, Good bye

Glorious land of sunshine and dust let me dive into you
We ascent our inner ladder
we are on the first stave
and there you are closer to hell

We must have thought it was possible
so we rushed to the tree,
buried ourselves in gold and felt right

Sorry, twenty years of delay, this is so sad
you should finally team up
Select a cute little girl
add her to the List of tears
Track Name: Nothing Nothing
nothing is left in the premise
nothing nothing is for good
candy is nothing nothing
nothingness is cannier

This junction braids dead ends
fat eagle lies to my feet
Those cracks are longing to be
luted up with liquid me

I'm not sure, is it a graveyard? Is it a park?
Am I one of the sleeping
or one of the strollers?
I’m folding my eyes and walk on chaperoned by lies
the ones that are eagerly unwarped

I felt the mugs hard on my heels
even though there were none
my tracks are longing to be
emphasized with liquid me

I'm not sure, is it a graveyard? Is it a park?
Am I one of the sleeping
or one of the strollers?
I’m folding my eyes towards me, they chapped all my lies
once and for all eagerly we’re warped

Instead There are grey stars - so faint. So Sad!
their light drops nowhere to be seen
Trackless on their way
Next to me a dark cold creek
I feel so peerless, so beyond belief
And I don’t know what my peer sees
he guides me with street-signs

Need ideas? Turn back!
Need them again? Turn back again!

they don’t scream
I like to kill bugs their death is so clean
they don’t bleed and they don’t scream
my favorite one is the ladybird
when their innards gush
it feels like art
I like to kill bugs
their death is so clean
they don’t bleed and they don’t scream
Track Name: Polished Eyes
The trick is to use it upside down
here the blue matters are uncommon
feast of deprivation costs your due
your tears are drowning between the rivers
red commander was bleeding all night long

non believers will slain and polished off
tag me on your public page
must not talk when men are deaf

I slurp the blaze in war
I’ve been drinkin' my filaments so far
now the bombs adhere to my fingers
the explosive melts between my feet

my tears are strumming in ancient understanding
for no idiom to comprehend
a peaceful heart shouting from the mountain:
"I rule the underworld!"
Track Name: Transfixed Reveria
this certain daydream, a reveria
the seed lurks next to the soil
looking good, but useless now
uncles' mercy lacks a superior smile
as reaction on showing her smirk
he puts her away for many years
no crime scene available in Legoland
but shame and guiltiness from childhood dreams
for peace and love and melody

drool of thoughts draws plumblines down to the ground

If you ask me for pearls I'll detest you
your transgressive looks won’t determine my liminality
o h n o t i m e n o t i m e
Following the advice of a smile
s c a t t e r e d a l l m y t i m e
you stroll along but just do not feel right

kind of persecuting laughters, ultimate and sad
it’s me, just me, no fuzz please

Today your lion issues are getting on my nerves

we wish for wisdom
we wish for
wisdom we
wish for better wifi
and the death of it
I’ve shown that I’m upset
In my dream
you should know, you should
you should know what I see

I can not digest the amount of flesh you can scare
the council laughter ringing in the tabernacle
I take dog and fish for a walk to make them draw worms from the ground
I only tried to help my bones I can’t receive this light of the world
An iniquity set up for me. too bad the distance is just normal
the things between your plan and your achievement
are uniformly arranged
are reversible at any time
the tense muscle of your anticipation
is exsiccated
is petrified
has started to spall

collapsing from the universal mind
a rectangle understanding flushes into the bowels
inflated for the greater use
no gratefulness is there for proof

an exotic wind blows freezing cold
I’m sure I can not handle it
radically I will run into chaos
but who cares in a year or two

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