Petrichor (PUR#016​)​.

by Xort.

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Petrichor, el nuevo asomo de Xort es, como todos los anteriores, una triada, condensa un concepto a través de tres composiciones y simboliza un encuentro en la batahola, en el grisáceo hacer del sonido veneno. En cada anuncio es un ritual, y su escucha debe ser de igual manera, debe entenderse como un lenguaje que se alza sobre el cielo, que trae entre sus manos los textos de la nueva legión, del nuevo horizonte, a saber, una adoración al símbolo de la fosa, al Caído. / Esta vez, la maqueta es arbitrariamente más cáustica, más corrosiva, acompañada de la cadencia de diferentes spoken word que contrastan el sonido, generando un equilibrio de suciedades, y evocando el petricor que se levanta, casi imperceptible, sobre el ambiente, afectando a todos los que respiran el aire.


Una vez más, el que no muere, Xort, trayendo para usted, el sonido de los grises, los hijos de Saturno.

Portada: Diana Henao.
Sonido: Felipe Ortiz.
2016.

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released April 3, 2016

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Track Name: Three men that walk back.
Three men that walk back.

Bleackment, a men that
falls into abyss, and later other, and other,
looks like they agreed
fleeing of city,
of petrichor, of rain,
of streets odor.
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Three men that walk back,
Three men that walk back,
Three men that walk back,
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Meanwhile the man falls;
he calls the death,
-one by one-
breaking with the floor,
against stones,
and never remains,
never remains, absolutely,
only blood, petrichor, and viscera.
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The dead escalated her fingers,
the fingers of the three men that walk back.

Deads, deads, deads!
Track Name: Satan and the dead black dog.
Satan and the dead black dog.

Tremulous, those who pray
dead canticles
who call the silence;
the night on the body
that lies between the gardens.
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to rain and sun
he reached a translucent color;
fly in the unclean airs
a smell of burned herbs.
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Satan guides the road,
but not is the hell your goal.
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Announce the dead,
between the rain, touch the door,
and its part of the rite,
the invocation.
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Satan guides the road,
but not is the hell your goal,
is, the damned acre
to which we are call
the esthetes.
Track Name: Please destroys all that exist.
No lyrics. Feel the destruction in your body.