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Woolgathering

by obscurro

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Can this be? Is this the way things will remain? I glance up and see the fireflies illuminate the night sky and in this moment stillness comes upon me. It begs the question: why not before? (a gentle palm embraces mine. Our eyes meet and assure me of future posterity) I found peace. I found love.
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I open my eyes for the first time. All these colours seem so frank, they smile as they guide me somewhere far. Every impulse feels like the first and I am lost in awe. I no longer recognize these feelings. The senescence of the hate in the past. I feel peace for the first time. Interpretation spins and I find my mind. Oh this not? What do you see? Tell me who you think I am, or what you think I am like. I am curious. I am peace. Reintegration with the whole. Reverted home. Like falling in love for the very first time. I sense everything around me. Free from my own hate. Clarity comes from within. Reflections of the world. A plenum filled with more. It claims my very sight. Damn fireflies. I'm caught in a bout of introspection. I reclaim the lost grip on myself.
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When presented with axiomatic, observable truth I redefine the question leading to the paradox. Conceding to the indescribable nature of the indifferent small gods I find it curious that life is an abstraction of something supposedly dead There's nothing so clear as the fact that's nothing's clear Do I derive meaning from the idea of self? Or am I just an instance in the rest of it all? I unsheath the mind. The instrument calibrating the world In this there is meaning. but is it arbitrary? The concession must somewhere be made. If I'm to be happy it must be of my own accord I am free I now see I am peace I am love I am whatever I choose to be I give this daydream meaning
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What is man but a product of his environment. Is possible to distinguish the self as the observer and say that everything else is objectively present. Like a streak flowing into the river, into the ocean - what demarks the one or the other is arbitrary. Constant enfoldment enfolded in what is. I am everything and everything is within me. I am nothing. In nothing there is everything.
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The cradle drops and night falls/ Nascent and vile/ She crawls atop my bare aching chest/ and in her grasp I lament. Eyes blue as the ocean's gaze/ dainty fingertip but rough/ grasp and sever the ties that bind/ the anchors of hope to love. The sun greets me/ His touch gentle is smile wild/ the pain melts into bliss/ I feel only it's caress... ...She takes me // He betrays me
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Revelry 04:48
Spirit and sand grace a fiction that is more pleasant in form that graces the world. When enchanted by the Maker's grace, holds the sacred truth: it has always been. Reflective is not enough. Embitterment and tense interactions. Half-assed smiles. Revelry degenerates into specters of something else with the inconvenient idea: it has to be. It takes. It betrays. (Conflicting ideas of what is and the reality of things, one must often elect the meaning in their experience and project it as such) Eyes betray the truth of it's disposition when it smiles truly. It has always been sunshine and revelry. The wind sings of things meant to be said.
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The beauty of the destination is only surpassed by the road's toil. I can't find my way on this road that misleads - divergent and wonderful. Where do I go? Bound by my oath. Parable yet untold. The path is the journey.

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Second album from the obscurro project. Where Abstractions dealt with themes of depression and the internal conflicts that arise with making sense of life as it changes; this album is the resolution thereof. Themes are reiterated such as introspection, but this time finding a lot more positivity inside. Hope and love are cited and experiences painted through a more colourful lens. The music echoes this by moving away form more conventional metal ideas, rather hybridizing black metal with jazz/soul harmonies and lending on elements of hardcore and post-rock/metal to imbibe dynamics into the songs. Lyrically the ideas are either expressed in poetry or presented as thought experiment. This album best encapsulates the sound and vision that this project/alias was created for.

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released April 21, 2022

Music and lyrics by Remé Marshall.
Vocal performances by Remé Marshall and Marvin Boer (Kafka and Quo Vadis).

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obscurro Cape Town, South Africa

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