You Are Lost Anyway

by excessive visage

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aganim Very different tone, but very convergent and stringently sounding. Some things are SO coming out of the blue... So great! Favorite track: Supernova, Black Hole, Eternity And The Space.
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1.
Dragged In 08:14
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
2.
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
3.
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
4.
Ron 04:18
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
5.
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
6.
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
7.
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!"
8.
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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"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

credits

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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