Ruckus Array

by excessive visage

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1.
this is the third dead cat in here odors will leak questions will rise so i paid for the mojo but this is my sacrosanct pile silent feline will never chime he said don't dare to tell your secret something round, something flat something yellow, something red once a necklace now my future on my meek forehead seventy-five years yet to go a lot of love and a lot of dough thrown out by my left hand so why am I still running here you saved your breath and so will I there is a lifetime of silence ahead my patience‘s persistent and I dreamt my death once you know numbers they're such a relief you have to know them by heart and by head seventy-five years to go and a lot of love and dough to throw away say please please please say it once more to my meek forehead counting the last whips on my back make me a man I count from ten I was never crying on the playground carnal device, actual ties if there is pain the body lies the only one you'll never leave all that I want is a sure backrest if its a word or broken shoulder brought to you by trust and tremor comes with my damn forehead outside there is such lovely weather streets they shine like whale-skin in the moonlight meet my damn forehead
2.
Con Man 05:23
wit was no undertaker capacity was - breaking the means of reason and setting the fire baptised anchorless west of the night feeding the wires for the second time allied to shreds and their value to sleep a perpetual sleep and not just because of the rain exclude the luscious lungs of union and the serpent swallows sand the trick is to inflate knowledge blow-up-wisdom the day we flew to face the curse tornado moved the air the eyes were clean and clear wrapped in rapture blind to the roar the finest of views from this crest of lure the price was not a part of memory but slowly descending rain for all this open space please do not ever show beauty but the presence of vibration we clank with fumes and drank the smell you stabbed the moon and ate its silent light he's always a detonation ahead of you he lifts his lids to watch the waters boil
3.
hoisted high curling into the spin thin are the minutes spent in apology levity under this canopy behind the corner everything ends you brought a blankness blowing insight in what might have been for years shifting shape you're such different taste but bitter brought blight lying prone, thrown at real royalty who gets to dispose of the noble remains? whatever was lost by theft this location does not exist you wore a blindness proud like a virtue of light and sheen for your drifting gaze you're of inherent blaze for all that is white poisoned by lovely girls' mourning songs the firm waters' fist fails to hit this wince under the general light total base is complete we're tossed about people cursing the devil improves his income the contents of the sacred seem to be broken confusion silence was never a curative treatment still I trip over rear-sight we believe in heavy things difficult to move
4.
Young Lady 01:38
I'm not hungry no I'm not hungry and again it's urgent matters can no longer wait and again the full load comes in and I swallow it but I will always finish my plate I'm no cause for rain as long as my feet are under my table young lady and I will always eat my plate I am no cause for rain as long a my feet are under my own table
5.
he had his own self for desert probably tasted ruminated I could smell the reach between the words by the river of lamentation he lies with wasted jaw this hose of his blows lore over the land never believe him, this room is sated impressive masters of mindless detection take sticks and fists like tea soft and warm affiliation awake after years on their knees sitting on silicone thoughts you might have discerned the boredom alone willing to trade hub for nose your feeling up the sagging surface down in the pit of sweat and correction the flies have found the perfect appetite draining the last bits of woe weightless forces gorge the falling skin summer sets on dirty concrete you're so well versed in ecstasy don't you wish your smile was like a childs' the void is so intriguingly wide I had my own self for desert definitely tasted ruminated I could smell the reach between the words by the river of lamentation I lie with wasted jaw the tragedy of a black hole strikes upon the one that circumcises the spine with reinvention in mind generate the state of battles toils and pain supposedly versatile you move across the plane poisoning the air that mingles with your sphere my god the whim of voices was brimming the air I ate my ears I ate my hands strongly recommending my head to smash against the wall
6.
belved bells - they are shells to the pun. meaning Lens - they are aware of their privileged thoughts a contact burned hobo tramps into his politics His surroundings know too little in the garden of da vinci I saw a drowned squirrel in the pond, in the pond floating below the surface, staring concentrated up to the trees it was related to the latter they used to talk about extremely severe matters steakhouse control, parallel astral swords, black eye trends and yellowness burns my knowledge is a self fed mirror dice the only thing that besets me is dreary shit I'm brooding over things that ain't to catch they won't disclose as long as they swap their face my tenor floats over the feet of the people who are always right with what they think. when they carry their tabletops on salvers they get helped out of every trap I talked to the flowers now let me see their blood I want to dangle my hand and raise the path to you I talked through the flowers and made them sweat of laughter the street corner bends and they fell behind the ancient towers will never dismantle their average inhabitants have stony eyes can their vision ever reach the ground? could they ever stand the lung mud? catarrhous excrements scare them to death the shielded people appear and let them stay and the scarecrows fall from the top the birds are vexed and follow in bewilderment
7.
Canis Minor 05:32
there's a stony silence laying on you head, and as the pillow hardens, you claim that your dead lying on an airplane you think you see the sky, this blanket is too heavy roll your eyes inside yes the breast is feeding, lush and wild and kind not to mention cleaning all your insides white you remember drinking the filthy sparkless rest your hands are getting colder air's heavy on your chest the clouds are eating light, the trees they kiss the ground you thought you felt a hair, but no one around you never sleep, you never dream no bed and your head a boneless machine any given moment, the beauty of a rule the wonders of a barcode occur to you yes this dog ain't walking this dog ain't walking this dog ain't walking no more thrown into water with neatly broken knees, the last scent of autumn air was so awfully sweet my lungs filled with water as my eyes started to scream bacteria is hungry, bacteria is mean this dog ain't walking no more he's swimming
8.
Ohne Bibel 05:19
far is the monkey when we climb for it I want to reach the bottom of the world no one of us has sticked to the choice tolerance has expired in due time timeless words tell tales darkness shapes our face even alcohol lets control flake of possibilities makes the world grow small all of our friends smell the vastness from time to time whenever I wanted to celebrate the truth a beggar had come to spoil it all prediction of my preferences is my favorite thing I want to know why wolves have eyes they can shout with those moments worth a fanfare dwindle there are million little flies to swat condolences were sent in advance then you ran into your antimatter timeless words tell tales darkness shapes our face even alcohol lets control flake of possibilities makes the world grow small all of our friends smell the vastness from time to time hands and feet were scratched by heavy air we fell straight towards foreign colors by the time we made a choice that happened to be ridiculous hands and feet were exchanged randomly when the decision came nothing changed be honest, call the brigades generate truth, follow a thousand hints smoke advertisement I want to know what happens I want to celebrate the truth I want to know what happens I want to celebrate the truth
9.
problems will solve themselves but why does timing hurt there's no denying that we're under constant alert Volatile fireworks place the face in the dirt remember the sad contours the gloomy shapes of wrath covered in discontent but let us just play along Volatile fireworks place the face in the dirt
10.
I was crossing the rivers that burned like fuel lakes the elevator's broke again, fall down then backwards level ways of flying, level ways of flying level ways of falling down down in this rabbithole drunken with sleep sighing away this viscous hard heat I heard the wolves howl my name layers of dirt upon the head that holds an unsteady time machine covered in mould tounge yearns to taste again whilom known years the other half waits for the surface to clear I heard the wolves howl my name I heard the rats call my name I heard the wolves howl my name and I'm so relieved roaming again with my thieves of life and I'm retrieved straying side by side with the dark remainders of light the dive was cold but tiring untwining entire holes goblets red-rimmed just passing I'm masterly tossing my limbs things and their idle attempt to obey natures command strings always pull the end crumbling noise withering sight I had a question I had a plight when does this era come to an end bending just for the sake to be bent I heard the wolves howl my name I turn around to chase my tail I always come home on my own trail I heard the wolves howl my name I heard the rats call my name I heard the wolves howl my name
11.
Light Errors 05:34
I was lying at the banks where most of the past remains the current carried haze benighted are the sediments sick throat cramped in claustrophobia I‘m sweating the truth through a sift prime question to the vita have you hidden the gift wistful is the moth when it‘s bathing in your radiance humming for the lost, praising mingled phelia tinge of yellow said the dyer they love it patinated the poor man‘s gold that kind of crying choir your father always hated kindly putting words together as if a sound would make it right I tame birds like a professional and I keep them clam and quiet exchanging buckets full of milk compounding dust with the spill we will carry it until the cream is scattered on the street but you will know what I mean tinge of yellow said the dyer they love it patinated the poor mans gold that kind of crying choir your father always hated another year goes by as if a stone fell in the sea i probably promised i reached for the last wait wishful is the sloth, wallow in acedia humming for the lost, immovable material

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"There’s a smokey, café jazz atmosphere to the melodies and vocal delivery on Ruckus Array, married to complex musical materials reminiscent of math rock, and a punk intensity in its sonic character and performances. Sounds like a mish-mash? Well, in practice, it just sounds like a group of musicians doing what they do… a group of highly skilled and uncompromisingly creative musicians. 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, but it is not allowed to dominate the music, or to determine its forms; Excessive Visage have a distinctive and identifiable sound, but they don’t adopt any set of formulae that could be abstracted to embody the lineaments of a genre. Instead they forge a language of their own, identifiably rock, and not forbiddingly avant-garde, but uniquely specific, and extremely powerful. Song-based electric guitar music doesn’t get much better than this."

" 'Ruckus Array' marks a bold evolutional step for Excessive Visage, besides its superb production it possesses an unique sound, that seems so impossible to achieve nowadays, where everything seems to have been tried out before.
It ́s a record full of contrasts loaded with melodic and rhythmic ideas and experimentations."

"... hier haben sich fünf detailverliebte Tüftler ausgetobt. 'Ruckus Array' wimmelt nur so vor asymmetrischen Rhythmen und Metren, mit geradezu akribisch-exakter Präzision und Komplexität komponiert und ausgefeilt. ... Das Excessive Visage'sche Chaos hat ein geradezu mathematisch-logisches System. ... 'Ruckus Array' bricht radikal mit liebgewordenen Hörgewohnheiten, mixt die Bruchstücke mehrmals kräftig durch und überlässt es dem Hörer dann, dieses Durcheinander für sich selbst neu zusammenzusetzen. Wer genau daran Spaß hat, wird seine helle Freude an diesem Album entwickeln. ... " (Rocktimes)

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released April 1, 2014

all songs written by Torsten Lang
all lyrics written by Larissa Blau
(except 'Wisdom of Copper' written by Torsten Lang
and 'Ohne Bibel' written by Torsten Lang and Larissa Blau)
Realization by Excessive Visage.

produced, recorded and mixed by Torsten Lang
mastered by Martin Preikschas.

trombone in 'Time In-Depth' by Raphael Klemm

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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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