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Paralytic Stalks

by of Montreal

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this&that i love this Album because it makes my Happy. my facorite song on this album os We Will commit Wolf Murder . This album is super cool lisrent o kt!!!!!! Favorite track: We Will Commit Wolf Murder.
Rokon
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Rokon Overwhelming music for an overwhelming world. Favorite track: We Will Commit Wolf Murder.
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B33NB33L The clash between beautiful strings, and vocals against chaotic production leaves this as both of Montreal's most experimental and interesting record. A deep dive through Kevin Barnes' psyche that leaves me thinking about the band completely different. Favorite track: Authentic Pyrrhic Remission.
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quasiotter The meat of this album is so strong that it's my favourite oM release despite the fact that I wish the meandering bits were lopped off. Favorite track: We Will Commit Wolf Murder.
Josh Linnen
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Josh Linnen One of my fav of Montreal releases. Kevin experimenting wildly with genre and structure, with bitter, biting lyrics that cut even deeper than Lamping or Fauna. Very powerful and cathartic release. Favorite track: We Will Commit Wolf Murder.
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Ryan A year ago I was at work and out of nowhere started feeling really happy and high and I couldn't stop touching myself. I then, due to a friend's recommendation, decided to listen to Paralytic Stalks. This album coincided with my first ascent to full-blown mania. While listening I felt ecstasy in its purest form. The more I listened the more I lost touch with reality, in the most beautiful way. Isn't that special? So yeah this album is beautiful and unstabilizing and a tad bit scary. I like it.
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1.
Gelid Ascent 04:09
you are what parasites evolved from still an unanswered question you are the refuse energy from a superior form nothing that occurs to you was intended for your involvement you're an irrelevant effect unavoidable but of no influence one last thing you must understand to be dead is to be confused, to be mistaken you speak to me like the anguish of a child dosed in flames you speak to me like the stones that bash in his skull and brains exposed it's always been the same, 200 thousand years of viciousness the violent autism of our suborned, oblique,cracked out species you speak to me like the rifles that annihilated his face you speak to me in a voice so dry and calm and impassive yeah but really what do you know? you know nothing of the impuissance of empathy, the straight wretchedness of abandonment the dehumanizing press of love ah you speak to me
2.
it's fucking sad that we need a tragedy to occur to gain a fresh perspective in our lives nothing happens for a reason there's no point even pretending you know the sad truth as well as I oh God the morning light sun rays bring my paranoia i can't function unless i'm the only one awake the rancor of our last conversation that forbidden word you deformed to handicap me then abuse your advantage i'm nervous my soul is returning to crystals cause your eyes are an agent of darkness there's nothing to fight it's just a bitter fait accompli i spend my waking hours haunting my own life i made the one i love start crying tonight and it felt good still there must be a more elegant solution lately i'm rutted in the filth of self-authored agonies that really should fill me with shame but all i have is this manic energy i lost my page in being the black stamp disciple in your hard collage feels wrong to celebrate we need to suffer more, face our puerility, ban converts that vitiate,devise new stratagems to disavow our quotidian characters i spend my waking hours haunting my own life i made the one i love start crying tonight and it felt good still there must be a more elegant solution i know i'm upside down about you, your kindness feels like blasphemy or some sick education on the limits of humanity so i profane the laws of some Victorian garbage and listen to you smashing up my studio again i spend my waking hours haunting my own life i made the one i love start crying tonight and it felt good still there must be a more elegant solution lately all i can produce is psychotic vitriol that really should fill me with guilt but all i have is asthmatic energy
3.
Dour Percentage (free) 04:39
we've woken up alone no song to sing us off the edge the speakers have blown this planet is an orphanage deep abandonment issues at our core but if not each other there's fuck all to really keep hustling for aint got no ride, least not one that returns our message our parents aside, this planet is an orphanage and it cheapens us the way you and I torment each other it's just the way we combine it's time for you to decide here on the concrete, you a winter soldier or just playing yourself and me too? i got your letter and it hurt me so many ways, had no breath to respond, boy you let your brothers down! you inhabit your own personal ghetto but no ones forcing you to stay there our circle's not so cannibalistic baby we've woken up alone no song to sing us off the edge the speakers have blown this planet is an orphanage deep abandonment issues at our core but if not each other there's fuck all to really keep hustling for aint got no ride, least not one that returns our message our parents aside, this planet is an orphanage and it cheapens us the way you and I torture each other it's just the way we collide it's time to make up your mind here in this cellar are you gonna betray yourself, or come join us up on the dais? the conspiracy thats forever unfolding in your head it's just not real boy you've let your people down i murdered so much of myself here just to try and accommodate you you know i saved your life a little too, hey brother? i don't resent you but i can't settle the debt of our serrated history and blows i haven't got over yet and it cheapens us the way you and I torment each other
4.
somethings terrorized my psyche to get even, lately you're the only human i believe in i've tried to understand his logic but there's just no pattern there no sympathetic voices anywhere there's blood in my hair i'm considered ugly from every angle, you're the only beauty i don't wanna strangle can't you hear me crying out for guidance? "yes we hear but we don't care" no sympathetic victims anywhere there's blood in my hair i wanna get all fucked up and tell you how i really feel cause your vibrant blackness coco augury is so unreal when i die i want you to die too not trying to stay in this or any dimension without you spit on this planet without you i envy you cause you can believe in things like i never could and not dose yourself into a coma over the bestiality of our race or lament our descent into some ancient reptilian form like an agnostic transubstantiation, you wanna know what that is? use your imagination sell it they paralyzed my psyche to get even, lately you're the only dancer i believe in i'm a butcher now with blood in my hair, no sympathetic voices anywhere there's blood in my hair anti-human armies spring from every angle, you're the only soldier i don't wanna strangle i can see it's a dolorous fate "so don't expect us to cooperate" anyway it's five lives too late and there's blood in my hair my head is a most obliging harbor for this illusion will these irish eyes be stung by tears of confusion will you meet the common end to your odd shaped mission, hope it isn't true i don't believe in that kind of god but still i pray for you we will produce vanity holocausts we will commit acts of misery we will weaponize sightless innocents then we will forget someones terrorized my psyche to get even, lately you're the only human i believe in i suffered pompous death to find her kingdom razed cherub corpses in the vapor, martyrs wrapped in butcher paper if i'm a monster possessed to mangle you're the only dancer i don't wanna strangle can't you hear me crying out for guidance? "yes we hear but we don't care" there's no sympathetic voices anywhere there's blood in my hair i saw you laughing but tomorrow you'll say you were there you looked at me in disgust, girl why should i care? there's blood in my hair love is not a debtor's prison, you don't have to serve a sentence to pay back what you've been given now i live in fear of your schizophrenic genius, it's a tempestuous despot that i can't seem to propitiate now i feel your provoking me with your fidelity that your loyalty and affections are somehow a vulpine act of hostility now we're a bore, we're afternoon tv,this thing our minds are screaming to defy how can i bury this rebellion while proving that i'm, you know, still your rock and roll ally once more i turn to my crutch for counsel and it won't disappoint me i know it's the shadow cast by what's looming and not the thing in itself that engenders fear i was dreaming of the hunt, you clapped your hands sharply twice to wake me up darkness was gripping the sky, i knew i could still be your rock and roll ally
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the sacrifice must be for some long dead deity babe i just can't get hard for reality, at least not mine, your love charity is like an immortal bleeding beast and peerless can't seem to motivate my heart to function this age is a bitch that burns our dreams so mercilessly, we can only turn away i wonder can i produce enough heat to keep our experiment alive i turned you off cause i couldn't cope seeing the disappointment in your eyes oh nina how can i defend myself against this world that batters me like a retarded cartoon, it's too sick for salvation but that word is just a joke oh nina my mood system is chaos, i'm desperate for something but there's no human word for it, i should be happy but what i feel is corrupted,broken,impotent and insane oh nina i've become so hateful, how am i ever gonna survive this winter? i can think of nothing but getting my revenge, make those fuckers pay, but it's not gonna happen and it's eating a hole in me in our hive conceit, each suffering r-e-p-e-a-t… hostile concession to foul to mention i've inherited spiritual sanctions for some old ancestral crime it was committed long ago but the punishments absorbed all down the family line everyone's so unstable on my mother's side and emotionally barren on my father's side tell me how can i attempt to atone for somebody else's willful ignorance?
7.
Wintered Debts (free) 07:33
i can't survive another come-down day when my spirit houses so much pain so much bitterness i need to teach myself to feel again somehow i've lost the thread of being human rotting in this bitterness i'm so confused, what is the function of this ego sickness? uselessly beleaguered by self-hatred whisperings, man i can't deal with mourning at the carcass of my failures any longer slipping on my own vomit while i tried to call you from a bathroom in Sao Paulo but i was too drunk to formulate any sort of earthly language so much bitterness other people can say there is a true belief system but all my life i've been betrayed by my mother's religion so much bitterness i'm so destroyed, what is the purpose of this ego sickness? uselessly besieged by self-aversion whisperings, man i can't deal with mourning at the carcass of my failures any longer can't seem to get the saddle on the spoils of this morbid fugue my mantra's of subhuman nature, just a baleful ululation the inks dripping all over me, the only regret i have is caring are we posing are we props? riding the anger till it stops father, will we starve today, father, will we starve? father, will we starve today? father, will we starve? no my child, there are wild women here and crafty fish am i, no my child there are wild women here and a fleshy catch am i will our quarters be the sunken earth deep beneath the meadow, will our quarters be the sunken earth deep beneath the ground? no, my child, you'll lay your head upon a monstrous felony, no my child you'll rest your head upon a gross misdeed father, will our crime be that of grace or of defilement? father, will our crime be that of beauty or abuse? my child, oh my blessed one, the lord makes no distinction, for artful retribution is his singular delight its hard to sympathize with those that won't fight for themselves i can't hold both our faces off the flames much longer the child of our struggle is free i've fallen out of love with the prisoner that's to save us
8.
there's a flush of dead eyed hatred in these horse faced hours of ours, don't let this be how we're remembered the torment of sickly humid inner dialog torn to paper shredded cowboy menace true love never mattered the two donkey jaws that were removed from our hearing refusal! all the joy of us was absorbed by foreign tribes oblique in their mystic bullshit boredom we are condemned to each other ...has no memory and no message ...something fair and repulsive ...reserve psychosis ...there's no economy of despair ...if we're lucky how can you perform? how can you operate? (i'm so conflicted, just can't see it any other way, your disillusionment, why is it my problem? i don't know the solution,i don't have a solution,i've tried and i cannot change, i've tried...) how can you operate how can you operate how can you operate how can you perform? how can you operate how can you operate how can you perform? how can you operate how can you perform? how can you perform?
9.
so much violence in my head, how are we still alive? the depression is under control "no it's not, don't you ever stop lying? damn" i love how we're learning from each other, you are such a positive, you're so empowering in your hands i'm quite simply a different instrument, and you're the only one that ever put money on me, you think that i'd forget so easily? you emit a charged autumnal vibe i know we're of the same tribe the fall's our most productive season still a crippling fear has become Caesar and we're slightly moribund so… naturally i wanna help you invoke the architect of salutary memes our heads are pregnant with divine mechanics but oh how we're tyrannized by tentacles of their ferine stupidity and it's all so disappointing but you're different, better i love how we're learning from each other, you're so empowering in your hands i'm quite simply a different instrument, and you're the only one that ever put money on me, and tried to advance trans-human singularity i love how we're learning from each other, you are such a positive, you're so empowering in your hands i'm quite simply a different instrument, and you're the only one that ever put money on me, you think that i'd forget so easily? i love how we're learning from each other every time i listen to my heart i just get hurt till this afternoon i was a nomad no country would call me its son i'd be a refuge but i have no substance, asking for papers? i have none till this afternoon i was a pariah, a mongrel chased and kicked and hit hunted even in my dreaming though there was no crime i did commit till this afternoon i was in exile, but now that word is obsolete there are no nations, no concept of ego our illumination is complete

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released February 7, 2012

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