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The Primordial Blues

by Oxx

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1.
The limit is etched in uneven crayon, every asinine attempt to resist; a smearing of its edges. Every bordered color spilling into each other. Any perceived solidity; a tunnel runs through it; carved by your foolish intentions. Embers in the air some nights a reminiscence of some kind of meaning Electric indecision sometimes and steely grey afternoons. And it's a bitter triumph, when you make it to the end of another day.
2.
From the bridge above the railroad tracks you watch the patchwork trajectories of the misbegotten. You share with them an indifferent egregore, bouncing of plate glass windows; a consanguinity in their vicarious ambitions. And through the haze slithers serpentine suggestion, that somewhere along the line we brought this on ourselves. They hung the moon from a lamppost. The taxidermied sky; a counterfeit trophy of their hopeless campaigns against transience. An edifice to a god about whom we know nothing, except that it does not resemble man. The highrise is a Tower of rebirth. Moulded in glass and wrapped in wire. Struggling to maintain its human face.
3.
Is it possible that existence is our exile, and nothingness; our home The Crown is a tangle of snakes The wreath of their tails is the stitching together of you and everything else to eternity.
4.
The white beast attached to your spine; a worm that hides in the throat, nursing a malevolent nausea, that haunts you across every plane of existence. And every step no matter the direction Is further from yourself Whatever it’s antecedents, this is something wholly alien from its parts. An emptyness, that was never theirs to fill or remake. And every step no matter the direction is further from yourself. And every night is a subterranean night. This is the lake, the deep dark everything. The badgers are the center of its iris; the trees are the edges of your dream, and the barbed wire; your dancing scotomas. I stand darkened and dumb at the shore of a void, with the primordial blues.
5.
The Haruspex 03:59
A pillar of nothingness Defined only by lack The first crack In the sheer face of god And the drone is a vastness of lack Pulsing impossible presents and futures The shriek of its overtones cutting a straight line through everything outside the flesh. Scraping out laughter with a spoon
6.
The mainline, a shimmering, incandescent static. Deep red hysterics wrought in cast iron letters. A triumphant display of every ecstatic perversion. From way down in the deepest pit. You conjure forth the true face of God. And every gash is a slit in your wings that you use to take flight. A scarlet bloom to cradle your deepest shames. An apotheosis of your most antediluvian hurt. From way down in the deepest pit. You conjure forth, from piss and blood: the true face of God.
7.
The city pollutes the past and the future, comprising the stars. The landscape is a frozen mass of water, stilted and fading. Every street is a straight line, becoming the arc of an infinite circle. The city is a still life of failures from half a lifetime ago; the damp summer air: its rotting frame. The city is the acrid scent and taste of the air. An oppressive humidity enveloping and filling out all space and time. A synesthetic recollection and anticipation of the first and final failures.
8.
The limit is etched in uneven crayon; every asinine attempt to resist a smearing of its edges. Every bordered color spilling into each other. The highrise is a tower of rebirth moulded in glass and wrapped in wire; struggling to maintain its human face. The Crown is a tangle of snakes and the wreath of their tails is the stitching together of you and everything else to eternity. This is the lake, the deep dark everything. The badgers are the center of its iris; the trees are the edges of your dream and the barbed wire of your dancing scotomas. The drone is a vastness of lack pulsing impossible presents and futures; the shriek of its overtones cutting a straight line through everything outside the flesh. The mainline is a shimmering incandescent static. Deep red hysterics wrought in cast iron letters. A triumphant display of every ecstatic perversion. The city is the acrid scent and taste of the air. An oppressive humidity enveloping and filling out all space and time. A synesthetic recollection and anticipation of the first and final failures. This is the dotted line. It hides in the throat, nursing a malevolent nausea. Waiting to vomit your most secret defeats. It haunts you across every plane of existence

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“...a crosscut between sludgy lumberings and manic riffing that feels both mathy and chaotic. It’s a helluva ride, punctuated by enraged vocals and a rhythm section that feels like it’s been given the unenviable task of making sense of complete madness… what should sound like a sonic train wreck has a sort of unexpected cohesiveness to it.” - Decibel Magazine

“Combining elements of technical death metal, metallic hardcore, progressive metal, and many other stylistic points in between… an arrangement that reveals odd twists and turns when you least expect them." – No Echo

"This record is proggy as fuck, loud, and unforgiving, but it can also be a delight for listeners whose necks don’t snap trying to keep up with time-signature changes. [...] While some proggy bands feel self-indulgent, everything clicks into place on The Primordial Blues. Like Pynchon’s work, this record isn’t an easy listen, but it’s rewarding for those who can keep up with the sheer pace of OXX’s ideas." - Toilet Ov Hell

"Chaos has never been so inviting. Hot and abstract hues of molten color greet the eyes and the ears, and you’d be remiss to step aside. The Primordial Blues is nearly unrelenting, constantly unpredictable, and always bludgeoning, dwelling in labyrinthine hostile twists and turns. While names like The Chariot, Coalesce, and Every Time I Die will certainly come to mind, what sets the Danish OXX apart is its fullness and warmth. While undeniably heavy, it tones down the scathing sting of mathcore’s less forgiving hearts, and instead dwells in punishment by dull blade. Rather than the sum of its disjointed pieces with the grace of an explosion, OXX feels like a full-blooded beast and functional organism." - Angry Metal Guy

"With a history that includes time spent in a music conservatory, OXX isn't your typical chaotic hardcore/metal group. Comparisons to the likes of The Dillinger Escape Plan and Meshuggah don't do justice to the Danish trio's meticulous songwriting process." - Dreams of Consciousness

“What this Danish group brings to the table, in addition to belligerent, headbangingly heavy and sludgy riffs, is an amalgamation of off kilter, time signature stomping, tempo shifting chaos that is still somehow easy to digest... Tracks are almost cacophonous in nature, as the unrelenting pace and the stop/start transitions run circles around the listener's head.” – Metal Epidemic

“…the technical level of the musicians is immense... stepping on post metal ideas that fit very well without exaggerating and give an interesting pause to what they have been doing, so, their personality is huge, and they can go where they want without spoiling the initial riffs or those that come after a main rhythm… 9/10 [translated]” – Metallerium

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released August 18, 2023

Catalog ID: NEF105
www.nefariousindustries.com/nef105

OXX:
Alex Bossen: vocals, guitars, synthesizers, piano, samples, string arrangements
Martin Aagaard Jensen: drums, samples
Anders Frodo S. Mikkelsen: bass

Guests:
Kristine Kier: violin, viola
Emalia Slusarczyk: cello
Adrian Christensen: double bass
Esben Tjalve: piano

Artwork by Aske A Hvidtfeldt. Layout by Greg Meisenberg.

Mixed by Klaus Q Hedegaard Nielsen. Mastered by Brad Boatright at Audiosiege.

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Oxx Aarhus, Denmark

The Primordial Blues, OXX’s upcoming fourth full-length effort, is a monument to misery and a harbinger of perpetual sadness. Available August 18th on digital platforms worldwide and limited edition CD/CS via Nefarious Industries.

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