The Quickening Light

by Die Like Gentlemen

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Lute FP Imagine System of a Down's odd time signatures and mashing of the melodic with the rhythmic with the harsh and jangly, fused with the down-tempo experimentalism of Neurosis. And the vocal style reminds me of the tragically underappreciated band Compression from Maryland, which brings back memories. This is fantastic stuff.
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The third album from Die Like Gentlemen.


released August 26, 2016

Adam Alexander – vocals, guitar
Shawn Boles – drums
Matt Wieber – lead guitar
Sean Rodgers – bass

Additional vocals by Kate Mordarski, Christina Lorentz, Carl Wayne

All music by Die Like Gentlemen
All lyrics by Adam Alexander

Recorded and mixed by Fester at Haywire Studios
Portland, Oregon | October 2015 - June 2016

Mastered by Adam Gonsalves at Telegraph Audio

Cover painting (“La Chute Des Titans”) by Gustave Doré



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Die Like Gentlemen Portland, Oregon

Progressive sludge rock from Portland, OR. Hints of stoner, doom, death and classic metal.

For fans of Black Sabbath, Mastodon, The Melvins. Maybe?

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Track Name: Cerberus Sleeps

Father, what have you done?
swallowed your daughters and sons
every mythology fades
all immortality sleeps in mortality's crown
your bones: shit of the gods
your anger: piss of the gods
brothers take sisters for wives
lovers who rape in disguise
still your virility wanes
all marble, all granite, all stars and all planets must die
your eyes: shit of the gods
your envy: piss of the gods
three-headed Cerberus sleeps or languidly gnaws on our bones
the path to the underworld abandoned, unkempt, overgrown
Helios' stable is bare, his team put to pasture in stars
tired constellations wink out, a great astrological yawn
gods ascend from Olympus
muted wanderers roaming the sky
no one immortal
no world eternal
Track Name: Unnamed

slowly lumbering forth
reawakened in pain
stitched together from parts
a gestalt of remains
desecrating the dead
reconstructing a frame
animation of flesh
electricity midwiving the profane
the heart is beating again
the lungs are breathing again
the eyes are seeing again
in the quickening light
a conception of pride
the ensoulment of dust
in the quickening light
unfamiliar voice grunting something bizarre
unfamiliar hands still can fret a guitar
slowly lumbering forth
necrosis in reverse
muscle memory crawls back
inarticulate fury comes unrehearsed
Track Name: Drought

we watched your shores recede, your wells dry up, your rivers turn to sand
we kissed your desiccated lips and felt the coarseness of your hands
your fields were withering, your fruits had lost the sweetness they once had
starved of your nourishment we questioned what we'd done to be so damned
back and forth until the rain clouds come
despite the glare of your unsympathetic sun we fought to see
the shifting contours of the dunes that gave your shape a poetry
long after sunset we lay freezing and abandoned on the plains
we dreamed of luscious foreign lands and drank imaginary rains
back and forth until the rain clouds come
Track Name: Harvestmen

out of sight they creep
in the walls they breed
do they crawl on me as I lay asleep?
does it spread disease?
can it poison me?
will it suck my blood as I lay asleep?
crawling in my mouth ... crawling in my mouth ...
Track Name: On Command

they march on command
attack on command
they die without fear
an army engineered
a cockroach in the code stops parsing friend from foe
a virus of oneself
preserving its own health
they kill on command
surviving without man
the toys of war