Hypermnesiac

by THE SOMNAMBULIST

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released February 7, 2020

All songs written, arranged and performed by
Marco Bianciardi (vocals, guitar, sampling, programming),
Leon Griese (drums, pads, piano, percussion),
Thomas Kolarczyk (electric basses).

Special guest musicians:
Marius Moritz (piano - tracks 5 and 7),
Marc Doffey (tenor sax - tracks 3 and 7),
Jan Landowski (trombone - tracks 3 and 7),
Giulio Aldinucci (OB-6, soundscapes - tracks 3 and 5).

Recorded in Berlin at BIT-Tonstudio, Alt-Tempelhof, from 11th to 31st January, 2019.
Sound engineer: Leon Griese.
Recording engineer: Markus Dassau.
Studio assistants: Júlia Koffler, Martin Görendt, Tiziano Giannotti, Laszlo Griese.

Mixed in Cascina (Pisa) by Alessandro Sportelli from 6th to 10th February.
Mastered in April and May 2019 by Giovanni Conti at Artefacts Mastering Studio, Berlin.

Artwork design & online management: Genial Pixel.
Album cover: Matt Phillips.
PR & promotion: 5ive Roses Press.

Photographer: Arne Fleischmann.
Video assistant: Falko Schmidt.
Light equipment: Adrian Holder.

Produced by Leon Griese and Marco Bianciardi.

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THE SOMNAMBULIST is the project of a fluid international collective of Berlin-based musicians which defies any easy classification.
In its decade-long existence, the band has released three full-length albums (Moda Borderline, Sophia Verloren and Quantum Porn): Hypermnesiac, the new studio album, is set to be released in February 2020 on the band’s own label Slowing Records. ... more

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Track Name: Film
Sensors are stationed,
one hardwired board has been left down.
The wearing, the radar, the railing...
it's given up what once you denied.
I won't hold to take in another land
the same old crap I'd call a situation.
The same old crap I'd call...
Got a scar but no breaking nor shaking.
To the higher rows our plans seemed wrong, outrageous.
The crusher, the coven, the devious and low vibes...
The war drones were vagrant.
In broad terms a creature has been left to die.
And apart of this, we'd call on them:
they went all the way down for weal or woe.
Goddam, you're a liar.
A liar can't persist here.
Heal and come back home.

I'm the wold, I'm cinders spilt, the hive...
I'm a whole bunch of alien surprises.
Fear no lash of rawhide.
Heal and attrition will fall.
Heavy eye lids that hold on this far bend down no more.
So foil 'em up, take 'em on upright to the boat.
Take 'em on upright, take to the boat.
Foil the serums up, take 'em on upright to the boat.
Same serums defuse the vilest thought.
Depend on it: as the coven will let it go by
and sure they will as it always has been,
you'll get away and, don't know how to tell,
here will be where no more shame will run high.

Cos I've been beaten, yeah I,
over five hundred times by you.
I'm the wold, I'm cinders spilt...
Ain't your fault: your fault is some bent
to prey on your own grievous harm.
Heal and attrition will fall.

The Coriolis effect just makes me number.
Don't you rob up here some solitude?
The golden mean is dire.
Didn't you take any offence?
It's that demure groan, that damn strange smile
like a virgin, like a butterfly.
Track Name: No Sleep Until Heaven
Fire, fire: the repetitious glow
Leavens and feeds on whatever dole
It's sitting in a warped drown
It slashes, scrapes and brays
Dude, be honest, you meanie upstart
Whose are these blackened bones?
Have to listen, lisp lissomly and mire
Dude. Hey! Oh sister, you
Drenched are with rain

I wanna thrash it and bloom
Some let it thrash it in me
Some let her thrash in here

No sleep until heaven

Oh sister, you
Never breathe in your soul
Never climb to the affairs uptown
The flames are gracious
Precious like drowse
I'll let you breed in and in
Breathe in you

I'll let you moan
Breathe and then stay
Blind
Come on

You'd brand this fatality
Never underestimate my point of view
You will get this claim in seven days on fire
Till your rivers flow
Come on
Track Name: Doubleflower
No way
Get high
High as high is the way
I swear you'll strand within

You bet you have a smile within
A flower as specified therein
You swear you were no mannequin
No coward releasing endorphins

Hide, you little swan who gets by
Everyone is beautiful like shotguns
All your secret flaws will get mine
Are you seeing weird dreams flow?
Are you swaying?

God knows how's stunting
To untangle that something
That something that's haunting my head
It's one of your flowers
It blooms by the hour
The hour when trees are playing dead

Hide, you little swan who gets by
Hide a little more and come undone
All your secret flaws will get mine
Are you seeing weird dreams flow?
Are you swaying?
Track Name: No Use for More
Spraying a little breeze, half past seven:
I've just found a bomb in a park.
Comes a dumb, scabby black-eyed raven
and stares at the hole in my heart.
No one's ever done it since they all did head to Mars.
Drifters are away, memories are here to stay:
it's certainly a lot to maintain.

Not you, not me rose to the bait,
no one could bear that weight:
it's definitely a lot to maintain.

Vanishing behind the wreckage of a chain gun,
a harder rain has fallen as well.
No use for more than meets the eye.

Boredom and redundancy killed this planet,
I swear I knew it all from the start.
No one ever got it till the indium plants fell apart.
Then the preachers had lost their way,
now there is not much left to say:
it's a fucking lot to maintain.

It's a fucking lot to maintain all the shit we were talking,
freed of bad dreams by that drug they were stocking.
No use for more than meets the eye.

No use for more reasons behind what happens.
No use for more thrill than survive the day.
No use, my friend, shadows never end:
never said they could have met the eye.

Not you, not me rose to the bait,
no one could bear that weight.
Then you, not me, got through the gate,
no one did care to wait.

No one gave a fuck to maintain all the shit y'all got killed for,
no use to wonder why there's nothing left more
to you, my friend, than meets the eye.

See how I'll go beyond the pale
and leave a tear behind.
Behind a tear I see a fractured light.
Beyond the pale
I'll find a place where I can stay,
a place that stays the same.
See how I'll go beyond the pale.
Track Name: At Least One Point at Which It Is Unfathomable
As baffling as it is for you to say
Your unsustainability's grave
Don't blame me for I haunt you in your dreams
Fuck acedia or choke your primal scream
Not for me to say.
Track Name: Tom's Still Waiting
I would live in a car,
I'd drive up nowhere round about.
I would wheel and go far,
I'd rather know than have a doubt.

I don't wanna sear.
Now I will end up on fire.
Some fishiness's still freaking
though now I wean my days going by.

Will it sear you? Will it grow?
Now you're damn scared to the bone.
You were high, no way you bow.
You had known issues...

...I'll live.

How was that weakened?
I was bound to you, then I've paid the pawn
and suddenly our religion went to saturate.
Going home you held your threat.

I won't mean you strain molten iron.
Still, the eye you turn is seemly, yet blind.
I won't mean you strain molten iron.
Still the eye you turn.

Hey, seems like brand-newborn wargrounds.
Hey, seems like slightly worn-out sounds.
Oh, now I'm hired on some TV...

How was that weakened?
I was bound to you, was I?
Some fishiness's still freaking.
I was bound and you denied.

Some deep well went down.
In here the one more cautious wins.
The same as I've raised my hand
and ripped down thy undergown.

Oh, no easy play...
Hey, no one's up on mire.
Day one, then every other day.
I don't want. I don't want.

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