Ruckus Array

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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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Track Name: Lateral Veins
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
Track Name: Con Man
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
Track Name: The Power Flaw
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
Track Name: Young Lady
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
Track Name: Borehole Breakout (Great Granddaughter of Chaos)
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
Track Name: Wisdom of Copper
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
Track Name: Canis Minor
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
Track Name: Ohne Bibel
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
Track Name: Time In-Depth
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
Track Name: Avian Variety
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
Track Name: Light Errors
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