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The Colossal Weight of My Illusion​.​.​.

by SALQIU

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Jordan Vauvert
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Jordan Vauvert Salqiu a souvent décrit son travail en des termes peu conventionnels (on se souviendra du "no mix, no production, no shit...just feel and vibe!" de Lazarus Denied) ; pour The Colossal Weight of My Illusion, "this is SALQIU's piano album". Est-il devenu romantique ou à fleur de peau ? Absolument pas. Non seulement le black metal est sans merci mais le piano, révélant les silhouettes qui sommeillent dans les ténèbres, est peut-être encore plus dérangeant que le reste. Salqiu, c'est l'immensité ! Favorite track: For I am Umbra, the Adumbration, the Shade of Antimatter.
Umbra Cornuta
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Umbra Cornuta For I am Umbra too and I say: this album is colossal. And no, is not an illusion! An elaborate dark composition, a nauseating, serpentine-like journey. The piano, as a constant, creates a fine equilibrium throughout all the ruthlessly moments. I've dealt with it and I fully enjoyed it. Outstanding creation! Favorite track: For I am Umbra, the Adumbration, the Shade of Antimatter.
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mourner This is full of colourful and brillant bleakness, structured chaos and overwhelming beauty. Love the dualities and how they are put together. Piano, flute and banjo (?) - who knew they could slay this hard? Thanks to Yoma and Nuno! Favorite track: For I am Umbra, the Adumbration, the Shade of Antimatter.
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All my tragic arguments fade On towards death. And life does not start again All hopes built within a wish: But the colossal weight of this illusion Will throw me in abyssal disillusion... My eyes ornate the uprising tragedy My hands firmly grasp calamity Touching what is no longer tangible. The dead dream slipping away in paling misery This incorruptible dream, Breaking through that path that portentous menacing road, To bear a sufferable beguiling life, Has been forgotten Has been erased And the colossal weight of this illusion Will throw me in abyssal disillusion... I’m back to my vast obscurity My unreality of reality, Unutterable visions… perishable breath, Breathing dreams like air. A Somnambulant abstraction. The short-winded elations within me, Clutching at some last hope, Melted indistinguishably. Grotesque reality and savage, frightening dreams Drifted fortuitously from me, And the colossal weight of his illusion Will throw me in abyssal disillusion...
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In this vastness of mirrored absences A lone voice calls out for guidance But the cry never reaches the stars And the pariah is left drifting in the frigid space On that blind, cruel, wintry infinite journey That is rejection A far out cry in aphasic lament Is only answered by callous insults Constant, permanent gifts of ravenous forfeit Thrown like deadly sun bursts of detrimental rays And suffocating, oppressive, airless nebulas The edifice of rejection Smothering the cruelest of pains The silence that builds up is ripping mercilessly Architecting a black hole that engulfs all souls In its ruthless strength it conquers everything An absolution of rejection That lone voice is mine, the void consumed perdition The ravaged, shattered, devoured soul belongs to me The shadow in the mirror is nothing but my broken reflection In the wings of darkened ghosts, I descent, untampered Fed by this craving rejection Who am I to warm a cave of darkness with my lust? How could I ever be the preceptor of some empathy? What was there to do but to clout all this villainy? When all I ever knew is the poignant stench of cruelty? The foundations of rejection
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I gaze at the abyss unafraid, undisturbed For I know it’s a mere reflection of myself I was born with fifty eyes, all blind but one, the third That percepts and intersects all the darkness around For I am umbra, the adumbration, the shade of antimatter For the immensity of oblivion I march assured Given I never reaped the endowment of prehension In paradox I dwell, for comprehension I grasp well Vortex-like ambiguity, in whirling absurdity – that’s me For I am umbra, the adumbration, the shade of antimatter With taint intention, I claim quintessential knowledge Deterred and encumbered by this blinding ardor And as I rage, the outburst is aimed to appease a greater malevolence As I irrupt, and thoroughly drape words I can barely define For I am umbra, the adumbration, the shade of antimatter I gaze at the abyss again, countering all its lost glory I am now old, drained, collapsing towards my own darkness The gnostic eye is closing, my sophic amble fades rapidly And all that is left is the abyss that stares back at you.
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In the procession of the penitents The high priests of the austere life they're marching glad and well adorned Over the ashes of the sacrificed they grin while singing praises to their satisfied God Slow it down, oh Lord And pity the dead Who praise you In their quiet sleep In the procession of the penitents Sinners guilty of gluttony Guilty of sensuality Punished to the marrow Immaculate as the Creator Guilty of abstinence Let them blame their shortcomings Slow it down, oh Lord And pity the dead Who praise you In their quiet sleep In the procession of the penitents Men slice their own flesh Burning it as an offer to heaven To the highest of all heavens In the procession of the penitents Men drink sips of their bitter drink Convulse and vomit the gobbled urine To feel blessed by the darkest of nights They eat apportions of curdled blood Harvested by the bleeding of other pilgrims Gently mutilated Blandly amputated While singing praises to God
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I live between the shadows The darkness my whole swallows The contents of my being I swear no one is seeing This consuming itch is formless Resist it has been pointless The urge to feed my longing For blood, to see it flowing I stalk in meticulous survey As predator hunts his prey The hunger just keeps soaring And thirst is briskly growing This mordant fascination For undoing Gods’ creation The ecstasy of the finale Your existence is futile “Calm are the waters that flow under this bridge They’re now tainted in red. What’s left is but a smidge. I bathe on blood, euphoric. My twinkle hoard of glory. A life meaningless to me, that is the end of the story” And the Devil keeps on Playing Jazz And I am but his tool His rogue, his ghoul
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in my darkest moments in me there is no one, and all is mist and all is void as life takes what it gives, i wish that if, for a moment, where I'm grounded, i could see the distant horizon in a flash the sun at its full, the moon at its crescent and i could then relive, exist, and know. and even if i feel numb and accommodated in the illusion that i tend to forget, thus forgetting myself and all that is. I want nothing more nor i ask for anything at all. i simply give my heart away and wear my wings of wax hailing the space that is between us hailing all that is all there is to know never to forget never to fade away again in the oblivious chasm of my darkest moments

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THEY NEVER SUSPECTED THAT "PARIAH" HAD AN EVIL TWIN!!!!!

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Begot in the unnerving maze that is my madhouse brain, SALQIU's new album is but a distorted, vicious, and bold mirror reflection of "Pariah". It shares some notions and sketched musical DNA (noticeable in the tracks that complement the ones in "Pariah"), but is somehow more bipolar, more evil and more sarcastic than its false twin...

Also, this is SALQIUs' piano album... :-)

The album starts with a homage to my early days, which quickly morphs into some of the most second wavish BM I've written so far.
Most tracks are punctuated with piano interludes, which was the mote for this album, so deal with it.

Far from the overwhelming, provocative and depraved experimentation of (not so far away) releases, this album still offers its fair share of dualities, paradoxes and wtf moments because, well, because this is still SALQIU.

All tracks recorded between the 16th and the 20th of July, with the exception of the outro track, which I recovered and revamped and that had been recorded originally in 2015, in my early music days.


The track "...Will Throw me in Abyssal Disillusion" is dedicated to Forrest Pitts.
The track "...And the Devil Keeps on Playing Jazz" is dedicated to James and Melissa Corprew....metalest couple ever!
The track "Greek Suite Closure - Mycenae" is dedicated to the artist Tony Wheeler, aka Painting Mantis.

Some tracks were curated and evaluated by the Mythical and omnipresent Bandcamp legend: YomaBarr.

The download of the album comes with an AI artistic interpretation of each track, created with the Starryai app.

For this album I used my Cort EVL K4 guitar, which is old, rusted, mistreated and wildly overlooked, like the person who plays it.

Now go listen and enjoy...you know you want to.

Just do not resist, at all, to the inexorable urge to BUY IT. Resisting the bewitchery I have hidden as subliminal messages within the tracks will be harmful for you in the long run (very, very long, I hope), causing inescapable death at the very end.

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released July 20, 2022

Nuno Lourenço - everything

Guest:
Paulo Chagas - Sax and Oboe on "...Will Throw Me in Abyssal Disillusion"; Clarinet on "And the Devil Keeps on Playing Jazz"; Flute on "Outro - In My Darkest Moments"

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SALQIU PE, Brazil

A mysterious entity swallowing the light into the darkest abyss, marching mechanically into the realms of Salqiu, the most obscure Lusitanian Warrior God of the Dead and the Underworld...

there is a Cosmos in the Underworld. A Dark, obscure aura that must be unveiled...
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