Death of this Dry Season

by Brainoil

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LP Released on 20buckspin in 2011
CD/Tapes Released on Tankcrimes in 2011

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released August 2, 2011

Recorded at Earhammer Studios on June 25th-27th 2010. Initial tracks by Greg Wilkinson and Salvador Raya. All overdub guitars, vocals and mix by Greg Wilkinson and Brainoil.

Mastered by BJ Rigney

Artwork by The Feeding

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Brainoil Oakland, California

In ‘98 Greg Wilkinson started playing shows with a drum machine, bass, circuit bent noise generators while singing under the moniker MrBrainoil. Playing gigs solo during that time would come to an end in early 2000 when Nathan Smith would join on guitar. Later that year, Ira Harris would round the lineup on drums to its final and only formation changing its moniker to Brainoil. ... more

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Track Name: Death Of This Dry Season
A facade extending deception. Veils lifted to conceal the destruction of the sun. Conversations have come to kill inside. An empty chasm, hollow and parched by the sun. Organisms fade in numbers. A barren land awaits a storm to replenish... A touchstone will measure this facade cannot live. Death of this dry season approaches. Condensation gathers up above. The veils wear thin exposing what's beneath. Rain begins to replenish the soil. Veins are full of fluid. The sun once again retreats
Track Name: Gravity Is A Relic
Pinned in place. Nothing you can say, nothing you can do to retreat, The hammer of despair creates a new foundation. A new world is introduced.
Phantom limbs reach for you desires... They can't be touched... A tragic loss. The gift of weight drags, descending your knees to the ground.
Gravity is a curse, it's a relic which can't be removed. Our fate is gravity,
An anchor latched around our necks.
Track Name: Opaque Reflections
Torn structure observes the chromium in view. It covets the obscure reflections around it. Years of mending. Assets generate. Objects begin to oxidize. Dust gathers. Reflection becomes opaque. Collateralized wealth obligations. Privatized gain, socialized loss. Greed will self regulate. Objectivist Greenspan utopia. Experimental idealism gripped by power. Destructive moralism. Bankrupt, repressed, self alienated with guilt. Nobody rings the bell at the bottom. Reckless, unbalanced, fascinating man. Objectivism, slavery unleashed. Unlimited power, energy, wealth. Feedback cycle of it's own addiction. More is never enough. Recast oppression self serving triumph
Track Name: Feet Cling To The Rotting Soil
Call out to the desolation. It will only echo your words.. Cursed isolation of life. Corrosive introspection, seclusion. With darkness to swallow the sun, and thirst to swallow the sea. An empty chasm expands procuring a nauseating view. Feet cling to the rotting soil, yearning to cross the gap.
The path to truth and freedom, or simplistic mental aesthetics. Whose choice will it be? Have you seen death in life? Manipulation over freedom. Aggression replaces compassion, distorted by others' desire.
Control and hatred, mental exploitation. Self righteous rationalization, reaction or rejection? Whose choice will it be? Who created this obstacle? Lines of conception blur. Retaliate with deception. An exit does exist
Track Name: Bury The Pages Of Existence
Population... Tombs emboss the path. Six feet of holes dug out open to receive. To bury the pages of existence. Crawl inside this womb. You were never meant to to leave the one you were conceived in.
Track Name: Crimson Shadows
Dizzy, falling through the horizon of time. Crimson shadows haunt the restless mind. Death's embrace feels near. Mind has been tricked, fear of fear. Losing grip of consciousness. Locked up mind, key in hand.
Impending catastrophe, elusive stability. Shattered chassis expels awareness of reality. Insides exposed to corrosion. Crimson shadows enter. Obscuring senses... Detachment. Consciousness contracts through distorted lens. Cracked comfort of possessions, surroundings.
Death's embrace feels near. Mind has been tricked, fear of fear.
Track Name: The Beauty Of Death
Stay above the sea is death. To float abreast causes sacrifice. The waves that clash can kill if I embrace them. It must be circumvented at all costs to remain... The beauty of death still lingers.