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EP

by Smaragos

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1.
Primordial 01:36
A depiction of the future Of the entirety of our kind; Of our disease: On the cusp of circulating Swirls of space Appears a concentration of decay; A wasted constellation frame. In this morgue of stellar forms The planets are cremated into worms. Mutated and deformed, They spur themselves forward To the writhing dirt. Dismissed to audience themselves; To view from inches away, the stage Upon which their fate is played Like strings tied at the base To tear the wings off of The remained figures.
2.
Furnace 07:01
The brain unravels these hallows. Reality ceases as temporal feasibility Reaches...; The ceiling stays, And the cobwebs rest On the edges Of shattered regression; Into the depths Of pandoric black. Separately, in the furnace Sheltered by walls that separate dirt From the surface Releasing souls from the throat To ascend into Heaven And help themselves To helpings of pigs And fleshy substance Layering tables with faces of Unsaved babes of the Lord; Concocted of sweat and endurance Severing ties with the rest of us Into the furnace. The brain unravels these hallows Reality ceases as temporal feasibility Reaches its end; The ceiling stays, but the cobwebs Rest.
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Scaphist 02:37
Bound, The ground resembles golden gourds Of amrit as it slithers Into your throat, forced open By hands with torturous tools and Ropes to hold you in Your vessel to the equidistance. Acidosis sets and ejects your insides out Hours lapse and the insects gather around you, Decubitus and violently sick; Infected and dying. On the seventeenth day Breath escapes the ribcage Sick with ulcers that... That pus and decay the feeble frame Drowned in waste and the eggs That are laid In the septic holes On your cranial case; Sense replaced By fever and pain. Hatching legs set the pace To envelope the brain and taste The thoughts that dare escape The cortex plane To the feast of devouring temporal space. Facing into the sun There is no grace Until the blood fills your lungs With toxic shock And dementia is done.

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Constructed in the summer of 2010, Smaragos is a two-piece exploration of avant-garde cacophony. Partners in progressive, technical death metal giants Son of Aurelius, project architect Max Zigman and vocalist Riley McShane bring together influences ranging from the heaviest of heavy music to the most sublime of compositions of the last 700 years. Zigman assembles the mixture as both musician and studio engineer with exquisite attention to the details of recording, programming, mixing and mastering. McShane's vocal stylings help define the musical and lyrical themes of the Smaragos sound.

Released on March 29, 2011, the self-titled E.P. Smaragos also invites the talents of Ivan Munguia (Brain Drill/Arkaik), Alan "Sitar" Brown, and Michael De Martino to contribute to a sum that truly is greater than its parts.

"Blunt force trauma and whiplash-inducing schizo-shifts...an emphasis on musicianship and a willingness to try all sorts of wacky things...Some of the synth-y stuff makes me think of Faith No More at their heaviest (e.g., “Jizzlobber”)" ---- Metalsucks.net

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released March 29, 2011

Max Zigman - Bass, Guitars, Programming
Riley McShane - Vocals, Lyrics
Ivan Munguia - Guitar Solo on "Scaphist"
Alan 'Sitar' Brown - Sitar
Michael DeMartino - Tablas

Recorded by Max Zigman

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