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Luke I, Voidhanger are releasing this band's full length in the near future and it's perfect timing for me, coming off the back of the new Boarhammer LP (check that out if you haven't). I have a hankering for this slightly oddball take on some good old fashioned doomy heavy metal with gruff boomy clean-ish lead vocal and occasional parlays into brain-damaging head-banging sections. Can't wait!
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Jerry From The Prairies new dionysiaque!! it's been too long, put it right in my arm ahhhh!!! crazy theatrical vocals over bleak traditional doom. haunting. I love it.
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1.
Good. I promise to be good. Forever kind, I never dare. Fool. I swear I am nice. I never move when she’s not there. Dead. Cat is dead. Wrapped in plastic, he’s still my friend. Sour. That’s what she smells. Just like Cat, I need her there. A man… enters our lair Father… what shall we share? Mother… She loves Bubby. Liar… She wants Bubby. Naughty Father… You don’t like me. Evil Mother… You reject me. Wrapped in plastic…. Dead and morbid. The two of you… To death I lead. Inside. Alone in here. Bubby fright. Bubby can’t leave. They smell. Just like Cat did. Oh home. Farewell I bid. Good. I promise I was good. Forever kind. I finally dared.
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As the bronze would heat up, The victim was grilled and burnt. Yells were resounding, Just like a roar. An excess of suffering For the people Struck by the noises Of agony. The burning smell of cooking flesh For the pleasure of Phalaris The one inside the bull will scream and shout, unable to cope with the pain. The sound of his voice will sound like a dreary mooing. It will enchant you while he is submitted to death. As the scent of despair Was enhanced by the herbs Screams were deafening But he craved for more Hiding your disgust Hiding your fear Struck by the noises Of agony The burning smell of cooking flesh For the pleasure of Phalaris
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Beware of the seawolf Sailing the ship of infamy He lurks, soon to engulf The land, the mines and dignity The caravels, named after angels Cruising afar, ready to seek Boats of demise, boats that repel Soon drawing hope down to the bleak Oooooh oooooh ooooh Sailing the seven seas to fathom Driven by utmost greed not wisdom Trying to find a path way up north Fathom the ground and find shining ore Taking a land that isn’t yours with your force Abducting lives, loading the freight and set forth
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Je suis la mort multicolore, pour ne pas déparer le décor. Tout a couleur de l’ennui derrière les pare-brises de vos nuits. Toujours les mêmes affiches criardes. Les néons qui vous font cligner. Sur l’autoroute où vous roulez. Sans doute vers votre mort. A la radio, la voix susurre. Les bienfaits du déodorant. Au croisement des autoroutes. Les radars tournent sur leurs piques. Le con qui éclabousse la chaussée. C’est beau quand vous accélérez. La gerbe brune des sandwichs. Les machines à laver géantes. Les aspirateurs à crédit. Vous êtes fatigués. Et le néon éclaire la porte. Des hamburgers les Rolling Stones. Les sourires de Marlène Dietrich. Un whisky vieilli dans nos cœurs. Les stations Martin Luther King. Tous les noirs font le plein. Profilés derrière les motels. Des pains brioche et des conserves. Des soutien-gorge à profusion. Je crois que vous avez frémi. En lisant sur une des affiches… Des bières. Des crêpes. La mort multicolore. Je vais vous dépasser sur ma 750 cylindrée La boue éclabousse votre auto. Elle a fait voler les badges pornos. Que j’avais piqué sur mon cuir. La chaîne va briser en éclats, les pare-brises, vos réflecteurs. Vous allez vous étaler, sur l’étal des publicités Dans le fracas des tôles.

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Dionysiaque second demo.

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released December 25, 2021

Music by N.C. & L.B. with arrangements by Dionysiaque
Lyrics by N.C.


Misproduced by Dionysiaque.
Recorded in Strasbourg by J.D.
Mixed & Mastered at Worship Studio by KKP.
Cover, design & layout by L.B. and Dionysiaque.

Line-up :

N.C. : Vocals
L.B. : Guitars
R.M. : Guitars
G.P. : Bass
A.D. : Drums


Geste de guerre #02 (2021)

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Unorthodox Doom from France.

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