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Strictly Physical

by Goat the Head

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1.
Tick tack These clocks won’t crack They chime and drum for yet another hack The time has come, the annual pest and plague is back The tick attack in massive characters all lacquered black A made-up massacre, a cul-de-sac Tactics Strategic tricks amongst the verminated derelicts Whose tongues determine within 666 ixodic licks they can tack the ticks To reaffirm misguided fear ethics and be a Hermes to the heretics Heed the call of Ixodes They feed off the fears that crawl Heed the call of Ixodes So read, weep or tear it all apart Knock knock Who’s there to rock? To wreak havoc and fuck a phantom flock To break the clock that’s stuck at shock in a chronic dead-end lock like tick tack tock Huh, let’s cock the fickle hammer, smack unlock Yeah, we stock a sickle damned to crack the clock Heed the call of Ixodes They feed off the fears that crawl Heed the call of Ixodes So read, weep or tear it all apart Rear your righteous heart Tear it all apart And start to clear your treacherous chart Tear it all apart And heed the call of Ixodes Yes. Heed the call...
2.
Spreading a disease of animal ability Born to mate, fornicate Pigsty dynasties in livid negativity Pitch black smoke is belching from below Forgotten effigies will guarantee my vility That huff of hate suffocate Ah, little do they know that this is it Fit for swine inciting fear of fire And yet they’re bound to get burned Incinerated for the sake of swine kind They’re driven by deceit, steered to be insidious As if I pacify When I bring the heat beyond the bloody hideous Yes, I am Hephaestus set to blow Still defy defeat, they really are fastidious They still deny, vilify But little do they know that this is it Fit for swine inciting fear of fire And yet they’re bound to get burned Incinerated for the sake of swine kind Align upon the funeral pyre And let all lessons unlearned disintegrate within the awakened swine mind Oh, burn Keep the world aglow, keep the infinite habit Keep beacons lit, recommit Little do they know apocalypse has hit and this is it Fit for…
3.
Exhaler 04:28
Lust for the filth in the æther For Athena’s leer Thrust to the hilt underneath her The hyena spear Clamour, chaos Bliss is near Clamour, chaos Disappear Into the tunnels of Hell Break at the peak of the passion Let the fact impale Achy physique in the fashion of a whacked-in nail Hammered, heinous A breath so stale Clamour - chaos When Death exhale Into the tunnels of Hell To find it, to flay it, to fuck it and flee into extremity Exhibit two minutes of glee and vile ecstasy Into the tunnels of Hell Sail on straight to failure Hail the great Exhaler Sail on straight to failure Hail the great Exhaler Sail on straight to failure Hail the great Exhaler Hail the latex tailor
4.
Oh, stay far away from the deep Depleted cables creep Oh, stay far away from the fields It’s sown with swords and shields Now Atlas yields And cry, cry goodbye to the sea The sea has ceased to be Oh, cry! Cry goodbye to the sky The sky's not fit to fly The end is nigh Stars upon magnificent quasars The distant suns were never ours Still we will be the ones to douse them The Cosmoclast Twisted spires precede decay Dark desires to feed the fray Stay far away Physiomachia Oh, stay
5.
Thus spoke the sympathetic night symposiarch “I’ll mix three kraters to ignite a rosy spark” The first is for a healthy crown - One krater down And in accordance with the fragment of the play The second toast shall fly the flag meant to portray a notion love is all around - Two kraters down Then to conclude let's quaff a crusty cup for sleep As wise men wander off we must break up to keep our reputation and renown - Three kraters down A gilded lie Okay, one more yet some begin to act akin a clown And Dionysis spin his grin into a frown - Four kraters down Soon shouts emit, scold and drown And bit by bit everything golden is turning brown - Five kraters down This sunken level of the standard will result in drunken revel steeped in slander and insult A thousand wretched words bestrown - Six kraters down A gilded lie laid right Here’s for black eyes, fighting arise Heaven is quarrel and heaven is vice Seven kraters down Here’s for the straw, summon the law Hate is a plate better served in the raw Eight kraters down Bile, bile Wine lets woe defile a while Nine kraters down Madness, madness When unconcious add uncladness Ten kraters down, yeah A gilded lie laid right
6.
Cemeteries Nobody knows Teeming with eerie foes Emissaries Cold and morose Seemingly comatose And so the acolyte is upon us Shuffles across the crimson sepulchre We know the appetite of Chronos In time this scion will be driven to his knees Cemeteries Year after year Pining to interfere Emissaries Stifle a cheer Finally time is near And so the hierophant is upon us Staggers across the crimson sepulchre A flow of pyromantic menace erupts The mortal man is swallowed by the swarm Cemeteries Emissaries Cemetery swarm
7.
Blästed 02:30
Blästed days lambästed to a haze Hair of the mongrel Ensnared among relics accrued Something felt wrong, well fusion ensued Foregone conclusions got skewed We'd risk it with whisky A biscuit to whisk it away Just as it brought frisky noggins astray A different dog entered play Oh, Spellbound the ladies Dwelled ‘round its prey dismally The Hellhound of Hades severed us free Growled its endeavored decree No voice so poisonous A howling noise of affliction Razing it all Son of a bitch razed it all Blästed Blästed days lambästed to a haze No more blästed days (Why blästed days can’t last)
8.
Miracle 10:51
East won't do it now, won't do the least No drop of blood to the core from the sanguine colonies South won't do it now, won't heed its mouth No yellow bile to the core from choleric colonies Miracle It’s a miracle, twisted miracle Strictly physical Hey, I crave a victory, be it red or white What the fuck is this, take me to my fatherland Gone contradictory in the dead of night What the hell is this, going full on fatherland West won't do it now, won't be addressed No fresh black bile to the core from melancholic colonies North won't do it now, won't venture forth No shred of phlegm to the core from phlegmatic colonies Miracle (A broken embassy) It’s a miracle, twisted miracle This broken embassy is but a taste of eternity Onward, onward, we won’t be cowed Wouldn’t we go inward, inward Into the core - Demeter at war Behold the mended embassy before its weight and succour Because this mended embassy became the state of eternity

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released February 12, 2021

Ketil L. Sæther: guitars
Per Spjøtvold: vocals, organ
Kenneth Kapstad: drums
Trond Frønes: bass

Produced by Goat the Head and Bård Ingebrigtsen
Recorded and mixed by Bård Ingebrigtsen at Amper Tone Studios in Oslo, Norway
Mastered by Brad Boatright at Audiosiege Studio in Portland, USA
Artwork, layout and photos by Per Spjøtvold
Singing saw on "Miracle" by Marita Vårdal Igelkjøn

Kenneth Kapstad plays Paiste cymbals exclusively

This release is supported by Trondheim Kommune

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Goat the Head Trondheim, Norway

Contemporary Primal Caveman Death Metal is the classification of the feral phenomena which by the turn of the millennium inevitably had to come into existence as carnal metal band Goat the Head was spawned on the muddy riverbanks of Nidelva in the Norwegian wilderness.

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