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Radical Moon

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1.
GALCIT 53 03:49
GALCIT 53 Rocket research condoned but not funded Suicide Squad meeting in the dry desert Designing castable composite propellant A bevy of misfits, from the horn of the Beast To the son of heaven and all in between Making fast the fiery speed at war’s pace They rose to build hell in the desert And Jack himself made the Star Ruby And banished with fire and predicated scarlet The success of GALCIT 53 on film The experiment true science led by intuition But an industry to be born beyond the myth But Thelemic sorcery and fulminate of mercury Unimaginable paroxysm of death rips Parsons apart A mistake, a killing, or a curse Rocket research continues after the war But communist sympathies lead to un-American Accusations against survivors of the Suicide Squad McCarthy and the Witch Hunt hunters hunting “Let the scientists know they can leave America Explore space for all we care, as we port in the V2 crew...” Frank Malina deports and paints outer space from France A fortune teller draws a map for Martin Summerfield Beyond orbit, beyond even Princeton, New Jersey The son of heaven himself exiled Returns home after intellectual banishment Qian Xuesen fathers the Chinese missile Master mind Von Kármán original visionary Does not escape the wrath of ignorance But perseveres to advocate, nonetheless And Edward Forman walking the shadow Of his 60th year is, just as promised, Haunted by the fire of a handsome ghost
2.
Lammas Eve 1940 Like our forebear holy elder coven Did defending all the isle From Bony twelve pound cannonball Artillery and the volley We gathered in New Forest proper To begin the call command And in our fire forged the weapon To fright the mind of Hitler You cannot come, over water come You cannot float, you cannot glide You will not come, you won’t prevail You cannot come, over water come You cannot float, you cannot glide You will not come, you won’t prevail You cannot come, over water come You cannot float, you cannot glide You will not come, you won’t prevail You cannot come, over water come You cannot float, you cannot glide You will not come, you won’t prevail You cannot come, over water come You cannot float, you cannot glide You will not come, you won’t prevail You cannot come, over water come And we afire with right of wisdom Do deploy the cone of power Like our forebear holy elder coven Did defending all the isle Of the whole of the Armada Objuration of witches’ lips We converge the cone of power Towering high into the night Powered by our antique rhythm And yearning for the moon You cannot come, over water come You cannot float, you cannot glide You will not come, you won’t prevail You cannot come, over water come You cannot float, you cannot glide You will not come, you won’t prevail You cannot come, over water come You cannot float, you cannot glide You will not come, you won’t prevail You cannot come, over water come You cannot float, you cannot glide You will not come, you won’t prevail You cannot come, over water come You cannot float, you cannot We writhe around the fire naked And target the putrid Nazi core Our cone of power, we let it free To rend the fascist sunder Like our forebear holy elder coven Did defending all the isle We expel you and do defend Our home and turf upon this Earth Whether sea, or sand, or forest snow You may not cross the boundary Between your hate and the world Cursing you to live within your skull Live within that coffin And hear no more the wind Passing without the box Bearing the whisper of our hex
3.
Hex Party 03:33
Hex Party Curses unto you May your death not die May you writhe in pain Cursed and hexed An enemy of this world Every hungry worm is alive with anticipation Ready to eat your brain For the meat it is We will kill you dead We will kill you dead Istan, drive the nails Into their heads We will kill you dead We will kill you dead Istan, drive the nails Into their heads Mangle the feet of the ones Mangle the feet of the ones Who would walk on your grave Slit their throats Expose their nerves Hack their heads off Like cloves of garlic Tossed into a stew Rend the Nazi body useless Hex the fascist scum Rend the Nazi corpses useless Hex the fascist scum The scum The scum The scum The scum The scum Let’s destroy! Let’s all destroy the propaganda Wrangle the truth from the tripe Wrangle the truth from the tripe And slay the fascist host Slit their throats Expose their nerves Hack their heads off Like cloves of garlic Tossed into a stew Rend the Nazi body useless Hex the fascist scum Rend the Nazi corpses useless Hex the fascist scum The scum The scum The scum The scum The scum Let’s all destroy the deceivers Tangle without any fear Tangle without any fear Carve their guts with sharpened knives Slit their throats Expose their nerves Hack their heads off Like cloves of garlic Tossed into a stew
4.
This Grimoire Kills Fascists I open my spell book Select a passage I cast the circle with my wand It is my intention And it be my will To know exactly which side that you are on I hear a new black metal track By some newish one man band The artwork darkened like the night It is my intention And it be my will To know exactly on whose side you fight I speak to demons And I speak to angels And they both tell me the same thing The world isn’t black and white But somethings Just aren’t right This grimoire holds secrets Occult esoterics Sigils of the demons of the void But one thing isn’t secret And that’s the sad conclusion That being vigilant doesn’t mean you’re paranoid They attack based on race Attack based on gender and sexuality And try to tell us they have a right to be proud They despise all diversity And say: "Extreme metal must be dangerous" But what they fear most is extreme inclusivity getting loud This grimoire kills fascists Just like our grandparents did This song ain’t a warning shot It’s a bomb Just let us know exactly Which side you are on
5.
Nonemaker 06:30
Nonemaker The flare of a hundred chiliad Sidereal blazes rising in ember Up and upon our empyrean tableau Nodding Following well behind the penumbra Of a radical moon The coordination of rapid rupture The intellect of the luminary gang The call to create the becoming of death The implications of science and politics No regret, we pay the debt of the dead I am Nonemaker No regret, we pay the debt of the dead No regret, we build effigies to the slain When you speak, say not many words But cast illuminations so that your sentence Is like matchlight briefly flared Not to light the way, but to light the fuse To fuze the enlightened paths of dissolution Otherwise desolate and desultory Do not patronize me, I remember death Falling on the cities like rain on muddy tracks I need physics I need gods and I need gods to end This the only way That it can end No regret, we pay the debt of the dead No regret, we build effigies to the slain No regret Bombing deserts, explosion lenses Primed to test the killing capacity Of a hundred billion stars Colliding in the night The throat of an albino snake Locked in heat on a gypsum dune I lay waste these lands Only on account of my desire to end it all But I am disimpassioned by the likelihood That my killing hands will kill us all And these affairs are hard on the heart The heart of the Nonemaker And these affairs are hard on the heart I lay to waste these lands And recreate the universe As a field of fire whence all is purified And evil sown rises to engulf the hatred And these affairs of the heart Mean nothing to the Nonemaker Nonemaker Nothing to the Nonemaker The glare of a hundred billion Sparkling bodies floating beyond The event horizon Nodding like fellow travelers Winking like lovers in a darkened crowd Ready to die in the wake of... The Nonemaker And it is nothing to the Nonemaker
6.
Witches Dance O, blessed is the one who well possessed And knowing the rites of the gods Lives piously, soul initiated Into the Bacchic dance Dancing over the mountains In hallowed passion Cathartic Following the law of the great mother Kybele Wielding the cone-tipped wand Wreathed in ivy Worshiping Dionysos Cursed is the one who climbs the tree To police the revel And being ignorant of the ways Of the revelers sees hatred in joy It is the head of the cursed That will be held aloft Before the patriarchy On the end of a spear And even horror and exile Can not pale our blood Once under the moon We have danced
7.
In Nocturnal Rapport From manipulating cards and rope To manipulating army brigades Cities disappearing on my watch Deception command on my word Armies disappearing at my command Camouflage the death machine In nocturnal rapport With the genie of illusion I command the sight before you As a mirror directs reflection Mission redirected Camouflage your history Patent leather hair Patter born of stagecraft Most of my experience Came eating razor blades on film Magic and vanity It ran in the family Born to serve illusions Born to wave a hand As misdirection Electrical storming Chemical guile gullibility Theatrical architecture prodigious Building the pyre of strategy Framing the scene and restoring The vision of a well-built illusion Go to hell Only a figure of speech Though never spoken enough The desert is true in mirages My world to define and describe This gig a conman’s pitch I am the genius That claims to be your own Your higher self and I am a liar Concealment And experiments in the desert Hiding in plain view From the death raiders above Over African skies The canal and our quarter Nothing is noble Except everything noble In the deceit of the strobe Embellishment And ghostwriting cunning A command of historical reflection As an author, I am a pale saint Reasonable in my affliction Present in this presence of mind Misdirection As my father and grandfather taught Is the only technique That makes them want the lie Whether on stage or in theatre The deed is done within the mind The art world The misfits and all of the spirits That otherwise the alpha Deflects as unwanted detritus Hereby the art of the mind Wins battles, colors history And though nothing is new But my drink and despondence You’ll remember how I won the war In the sands of El Alamein I was a bait-switching sorcerer My grand scheme toppled nature itself And sold hell to the enemy I am the retribution of the misfit I am the wizard of wily victory My own glorious genius Is the genius of my illusion Pan as you will my valediction My guile was enough to baffle Rommel in the sand Or enough to loosely support the theory Death in a myth A chimera Of vanity

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"Radical Moon is one of the most unsettling (and compelling) avant garde releases heard in some time... This is a record that requires (and deserves) repeat listens." — Astral Noize

"This is a record where free-form guitar leads dance over colossal riffs and primitive, almost minimalist percussion. Vocals range from growls to dramatic spoken word to theatric shrieks, all adding up to create a dizzying, bewildering whole." — The Sound Not The Word

"This is the very definition of avant garde... Elements of noise, extreme metal, industrial with free form guitars, spoken word, growls and other fractured sounds... Well worth exploring." — Uncle Les Talks Music

"It’s perplexing and something that really will divide opinion but you have to admire Bornwithhair’s risk-taking." — Games, Brrraaains & A Head-Banging Life

"Throughout the record vocals are growled, spoken, sung, and shrieked over a variety of clashing noises reminiscent of Throbbing Gristle with more of a focus on metal... The production on the album is 100% DIY and to their credit sounds fantastic." — Alternative Control

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released February 21, 2020

Music: Jean Farraige and Weirding. Lyrics: Weirding.

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