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Pyramid Valley

by Mountain Howl

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moritz The quality of this album is beyond my understanding! One and a half hours of high quality rock with some really intense slow paced variation. This represents an exquisite take on a mix of blues, rock and metal influences, which blend in an exciting ride of Hendrix- and Led Zeppelin- type nostalgia. A must listen to underground fans of the genre. Favorite track: Crows of the Swamp.
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👁⃤ Huge slab of tunes here, that never get boring. I can tell a lot of time and thought went into these melodies. Bounces around multiple genres making it sure to please the discerning music lover. Excellent.
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vladimirar Respect to You all.
Ich glaube, dass man es übersetzen soll. Zu viele unbekante englische Wörter.
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1.
the swamp lies down there brother the swamp lies down there now and it's all going down we've been chased by hounds they're chasing us, dear brother I hope we won't be found and it's all going down we've been chased by hounds these chains are noisy brother don't you make a sound and it's all going down we've been chased by voodoo zombies reckless predators don't you scare the crows of the swamp no no no no no no no no oh don't you dare
2.
blasphemy is what they inherit lets my see their negative merit this itching rope was ment to choke my neck strangle the life out of me strangle my breath I smell feedback I speak distortion I shit metal while i hang from the gallows they kill the lion so the sheep see them swing they sold my teeth and shaved my mane left tail and claws broken I smell feedback I speak distortion I shit metal while i hang from the gallows they kill the lion so the sheep see them swing see them swing
3.
hey brother, don't you know? all they wanna do is take your home sweet home hey sister can't you see? all they wanna do is take your sweet body snapping their fingers sheep-shaved pig-skinned even if my words appear as cassandrian cries to your appolonian ears i still tell you the pig taker is a big fucking swine covered in green and blue printed prophecies preaching moloch they keep you from interfering and seeing clear hands that reappear to keep you from the mental fear snapping their fingers smelling their fingers sheep-shaved pig-skinned [solo!] even if my words appear as cassandrian cries to your appolonian ears i still tell you the pig taker is a big fucking swine covered in green and blue printed prophecies preaching moloch i am so mad i can't take it no more but the hatred comes to late
4.
Chief Joseph 05:13
the birds can't find no peace they swing their wings to the east far away a land of clay under rolling rumble riddles in the sky they are just visual lullabies don't you worry child even if the messengers of thunder speak distortion with heavy tongues oh my dark clouds thunder black birds they fly again just black dots in the sky you better listen heavens growling lullaby wasn't meant to ease your sleep like a fever burning in your belly trembling from snore and darkening your drowning dreams where sun rises from the far east my sun falls west white sons ride from rising sun my sons run west oh my dark clouds thunder black birds they fly again just black dots in the sky from within from deep within incinerate my skin and leave it to the sky let it all go up in flames, body, soul and mind burn it all just like a calling light and i'll be your thunder rolling down the mountain
5.
Circle 07:14
I'm losing my only desire to open my eyes in the fire and see them burning this martyr so my bones turn to ash, prove me liar I'm losing my only desire to open my eyes in the fire and see them burning this martyr so my bones turned to ash prove me liar
6.
my limbs they communicate they communicate, all so effective my limbs they compose they compose, to not be neglected have I become this fully operable machine with lights that burn when my eyes turn in my sockets so take me from misery and make me part of the glory and liberate me and the spiders web their connecting nets so infective to the defective acceptable is the rhythm of the collective so take me from misery and make me part of the glory and liberate me and give it to me all the marvellous scenery and take it from me all my dedicated loyality oh my beautiful sky blue is the color of your eyes of your eyes
7.
Brontophobia 05:35
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8.
Aftermath 04:09
hailcannon! This is the hour, this is the time. We waited for the storms to end, but they didn't. I see the best among you cover, hide and tremble in fear. This nature is not your mother. She crippled you, enslaved you. Are we not meant to choose? We are the solution. You see I'm no fool. There is no algorithm. This weather is pure chaos. It's natures mad malice. Our children cry while the heavens scream. Is this how you want to live? Is this what your life is worth? We need to cleanse us from her desease. Are we not meant to choose? To rule or be ruled! for the sky, they made it now it flies, great engine from the sky, they took it to sleep at night hailcannon!
9.
Neromania 05:07
praise the sun burn the clouds it's getting warm
10.
all these pretty leaves are like children they stumble with all this ease they break down piece by piece when everything crumbles on sight oh you great beholder where to rest my eyes on away from this grossly incandescent light all this pretty leaves are like children they stumble with all this ease they break down piece by piece let those children play in their sandboxes left to rot hollow just like husks under the sun
11.
Jad 07:35
see how all we have done here has made the soil grow so sour
12.
the sand from the desert rises from the ground dry bones are safe down here from any thirsty hound oh the machines suck everything to the last brittle bone dark glass towers they stand unbothered by long gone years see it uncover see it unfold what was swallowed whole was it worth it to be swallowed? was it worth it to be ruined? castrated clouds wouldn't befather the rain and the thunder anymore a blazing sun, the final observer draining the waters from shore to shore oh the machines rule everything to the last crippled soul of those few who remained the weak twist in shit beasts and freaks running havok their minds wicked and sick won't you come along to the rhythm and let it shake your bones can you see the fields? so clear and vast with nothing left but plain fields and desolation in this pyramid valley

about

This album is to be listened from beginning to end. It tells a story of an imaginary society's path to utter destruction. But who are we to tell you anyway; because at its base core this is a musical journey of a band under continuous progression and change.

All 4 chapters (Fables, Prophecies, Machines, Husks), consisting of three songs each, depict a different moment in time of us as artists and as a band. Their order depicts our evolution and growth as songwriters, and even though you will hear various influences from a multitude of artists, we hope to have created something unique to the best of our capabilities.

credits

released March 3, 2017

All songs written and performed by Mountain Howl

Drums & Percussion - Robert Klausser
Bass & Piano - Johannes Woschitz
Guitars & Vocals - Duro Rosic

Various other instruments were used for the recording by all members

Recorded - By all members in an Austrian basement
Mixing - By all members in an Austrian bedroom
Mastering - By all members in an Austrian bedroom as well.
Field Recordings - By Duro Rosic

Thunderstrike sample in Brontophobia is credited to Mike Koenig soundbible.com/2015-Thunder-Strike-1.html

Nutrition management: By the best pizza-place across the street.

Special thanks to:
Our parents, brothers and girlfriends for putting up with our shit.

All the great artists who inspired us throughout ur lives; the giants on whose shoulders we stand, gazing at the sun.

Moriz aka Banana Mo aka Momosapiens, without whose uncle's self-made guitar the album would never have its unique guitar sound which we got to love and appreciate.

The Vienna Stoner Rock community, and all the fans who continued to support us even after we took way too long to finish this album.

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