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Black Urn (demo)

by Black Urn

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Corbin One of my first Bandcamp purchases, Black Urn holds a special place in my heart when it comes to newer Sludge Metal.
The vocals ring out like a strangled corpse atop a black sludge filled river of guitar riffs, the drums drudge along with the guitars making for a very headbang worthy demo.

If I had to pick between The Pangs of our Covenant or this Demo, I'd have to pick this Demo... It feels more raw and "rough around the edges" which makes for a more visceral experience in my opinion. Favorite track: Teat of the Baphomet.
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1.
The matriphageous youth emerge from salted soil. Earth that drones, glows, and heaves. Your umbilical chord’s a shackle. Your umbilical chord’s a noose. Faustian lust results in splinters in autopsy of Jepedo. I’ve suckled the sour milk of the I.V. and slept through acid winters in the name of innovation and greed. I negate the I, as the world negates me. Liquid Icarus bubbling in bliss. I negate the I, and the world negates me. Liquid Icarus bubbling in bliss. I negate the I, so the world negates me. Liquid Icarus bubbling in bliss. When fluid left post-scrub merges with helix, Nephilim exit the forest adorned in placental hide. Golden vat calf, kill me. I’m lodged between Saturn’s teeth. Out Zeus’s bleeding skull towards Luciferian thrones, brooding eyeless, chirping chestbursters. Crawling to your tomb, jackal corpse. The cold warmth of your womb, jackal corpse.
2.
24 darkest-hour cycles I’ll goad the world to jump first Amnesia is my panacea, and I’ll drink it til I’m blind.
3.
Black Urn 01:06
The future holds a smoldering dead Earth raped & forsaken by its bastard children; a charred, cosmic totem of human failure. The torrential flow of pissing it all away. A celestial black urn.
4.
Bandage and gauze your cancer Dried leaves fill my bedroom Carving your grapefruit skull Piggy bank your empty soul The Ides are not in the grace of your fucking favor. These kids have no one to talk to. An unfading carrot-on-a-stick complex. Unveil my scars to thunderous laughter. I’d chew a handful of cyanide pills and vomit them in your mouth like you were my young if it meant dragging you to hell with me. Hoisted. Skewered.
5.
Taxidermis 10:10
I eroticize the forfeiting of self-control titan spine buckles, Eloheim atoms scatter rats crawl out of sockets like flies to the den of the glutton watch as I steal eggs from the dragon’s nest. Fruit juice on a young child’s mouth to smeared lipstick on a weary harlot. Gasoline baptism, alley messiah rises. Staggering drunk down the path of righteousness. Chains on the ivory, vined gates of Eden. Crippled by animalistic indifference mirror-phobic anabolic misery Stove gropers born of devout needlestack bale grazers Bloodletting cucumber mask A piñata on the gallow’s pole fast the mind or kick stool to ruination Medicine man blows his smoke Elephant hand grip’s my throat Mr. Sandman, triple your dosage like cancer and relinquish what fucking constraints bind me, No Splash blood on my door.
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Spore Huffer 03:13
Fungi of the mountain drops from the palm of the shaman Bones beating drums, ancestral fire dance around us Drawn to the eye, you’re blinded by the shine of sin Pray shrills like Baykok, as we bask in oroborus revenge There’s not much going on from the wormhole out rolls the spawn Chupacabra in the field of the shepard’s sheep Bats stampede out Red Foot’s teeth Cauldron brew with pulpy grinds of imps Black wizard smoke will get you high as shit Stone hand of doom fingers with zero love Leda sprays all over Magwai cubs My extinction will pass a curse as the wind carries my final breath like a pollen spore of pestilence.

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written by Black Urn:

drums - TL
bass - AO
vocals - JJ
guitar/vocals - RM
guitar - JP

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released June 9, 2015

Recorded Spring 2015 at Black Beacon Sound by Austin Haines
Mixed & Mastered by Austin Haines

design by Ivan Meshkov


"Almost 30 minutes of blackened sludge metal encrusted with Doom, Blues and a splattering of Grind... Black Urn have created a stunning, dark and depressing EP..." - The Sludgelord

"Six tracks of slow moving Black Sabbath and Cathedral grade oppressive haziness, as well as the random grinding fit. Songs ranging over twelve minutes, right down to less than thirty seconds, Black Urn is designed to tear your face off and make you trudge the depths to find it once more." - Apochs Metal Review

"Imagine angry zombies crawling off their graves dancing to the slowest Sabbathian and Vitus-like riff worship, serves hacking and slashing interludes as well – gory sludge/doom-core – great!"
- Doom Metal Front


'Black Urn' lyric video:
youtu.be/oLLlypRxoXg

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Black Urn Philadelphia, Pennsylvania

5-piece doom/sludge band based in Philly.

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For any inquiries contact blackurn187@gmail.com

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