Deepo

by Sprawl

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A sparse, jagged blend of dissonant melodies, sore-thumb samples and the asymmetric rhythms of the mathematically distressed – Deepo is an uncompromising examination of the case for celebration with a heavy dose of uncertainty.

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released May 20, 2016

Recorded and produced by Kieran Kenderessy at Loop Studio.

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Sprawl Perth, Australia

Rational celebration!
(Killjoy noise-poppers from Perth)

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Track Name: Big Enemy
je m’appelle someone else je suis a wounded animal it doesn’t begin it does not end it does not climax and all I know is there’s just a one size fits all metaphor for the unsayable for the criteria of living for the consensus for the information the information runs adjacent to us and all I know is je suis a wounded animal who cannot express totality who cannot conceive simplicity who cannot not believe that something is happening
Track Name: Unsafe Sex
abracadabra alakazam oh gee that feels good I’ve become a big man don’t kid yourself cowboy this town don’t need none of your shit I’ll never get my head around the unblinking stare of the length of water or the height of air I’m well aware it’s a tantrum I know it’s a tantrum I don’t care it’s a tantrum I don’t want to go to bed I’ll rest when I spasm in the throes of a perpetually heightening orgasm I should mention the noose but why give such an ugly swing when I could hang ten kick back let loose and chill nothing to do but kick the can can the laughter and laugh at the man I’m growing kinda lonely on my only hit list I’m sure there’s more to living but I’m pretty sure I’ve got the gist so smother me mother with unconditional indifference a spoonful of sugar that I offer from a distance on the tip of your tongue the only honest thrill is when we flex the muscle that would willing kill I should mention the noose why give such an ugly swing I could just hang ten kick back let loose and chill
Track Name: Klaphets
earth worm meets early bird won’t you please eat my dirt heave ho pedigree walk the plank it’s mutiny splash in the deep big city packed my bags like a swarm of bees hide or seek don’t wanna decide buy real estate in suicide burnt the face of jellybean a love affair with kerosene walls like troy of humanoid my dead skin cells are yours to enjoy band-aid let’s confide I’ll tell you when you touch my sensitive side tell me when I touch your sensitive side
Track Name: Flood
you are in your personal space a slipstream dilettante suddenly the undertow the tug of the medium’s otherworldly tongue awakes and tries a timid hello oh no you are possessed to translate dead potential in panic you pray to the pagan god of paradox flaming drool pooling at your feet the divine reply is a sparse slow intensifying ache I am the earth and the earth quakes you seek solace from the guru of human empathy over in the slums of burnt-out compassion and it says I am the self-made self-depraved dracula the modern esp thespian on the stage of the one the whole the sacred beautiful perception of others what’s my name vulnerability I will soothe diffuse the torrential nothing in mere exchange for the proof the dilapidated glue of existence the blubber of the great white whale you seek advice from the doctor of the rational libertine over in the desert on the intellectual side of life it hovers in the mirage of a breakthrough and cries I exorcist of an idle typhoon will quench the broken thirst for growth and pluck the stone of madness mid-bloom my only fee is that you find the key to the mind of a flawless ecosystem to capsize fear and reverse engineer the cold decaying carcass of the great white whale you are hunting moby dick you cast your anchor on the glass ceiling in the stain glass sea of unrequited all and there she blows the value of living at the brim the crashing eclipse of your capacity you release the spear and faintly hear music like the first moment of penetration breaks and scatters your sobriety breaks and scatters transfixed you feel the ecstasy of being the over-ripe thrall of tasting all the primordial ocean has to offer but simmer and recede transcendental stasis sinks with the great white whale and you are in your personal space
Track Name: Survivalust
I was needing the skin where your wings ought to be kept turning my head swore I saw my periphery’s periphery you can have my little finger I hope you like little fingers I don’t mind if the pain lingers if it keeps you on my back I was kneading the skin where your wings ought to be kept turning my head I swore I saw the dead standing over me well it’s a fact we’ve got friction it distracts me from the meta-referential moral of this all you reflect me like a great big disco ball it makes me sick but I feel like dancing you make me sick but I feel like dancing let’s just rest together feel the power of our bacteria unite with an impure eye behold all our bile combines you can have my little finger I hope you like little fingers I don’t mind that the pain lingers if it keeps you on my back I was scratching the skin where your wings ought to be kept turning my head I swore I saw the dead standing over me so I said hello reaper who’s your raven friend in limbo how low can you go I can feel my libido bend I poke my tongue out as I descend I hope when I get down I don’t get up again
Track Name: Transgressh
one was the master one was the slave they were one and the same now one day fresh whipped and beginning to bleed the slave defiantly quipped which one of us hits the higher heights of being the master was struck and paused in conceit took another uncertain breath staring down at his feet said why me of course I force my voice to be heard I take control of my grip and I choke the absurd but the makes insane sense the slave animates for when you bend your knee in shame I’m bending mine out of reverence and in hearing that the master got giddy in oblivion opaque naked and obscene he became the slave looking up to see a mere silhouette in a cruel cathartic sunbeam where a deficit of reason and inability to receive creates a personal purgatory and a self-induced quarantine the master struck the masterstroke why wait for the catalyst or resign to hope but the slave agrees yes I long for release but see unlike you I’m in complete control of my servitude
Track Name: Washed Rind
we are siamese we are wax figurines we could slit our wrist and continue to exist in some way shape or form we are siamese if you please we are wax figurines if we slit our wrist we will continue to exist in some way shape or form we are siamese if you please we are all wax figurines we could crash in our car and continue to get very far we are all the devil striking a deal with ourselves we shake our hands and do the hokey-pokey that’s what it’s all about we are siamese if you please we are all wax figurines if you don’t slit your wrist you will continue to exist in some way shape or form
Track Name: Wishbone
wishbone my only wishbone my secret wishbone wishbone throw me a wishbone you’ve got my nose undercover cold war bumblebee honeycomb I can see your wishbone wishbone my only wishbone my secret wishbone wishbone wishbone throw me a wishbone wishbone and you can’t be sure you won’t suck on the short straw and even if you come out on top one drop of sweet kool-aid you’ll say please sir can I have some more more of your wishbone my deepest wishbone you’ve got my nose you won’t get my wishbone but if you have to see peek-peek-a-boo then on the count of three 1 2 3 byo lobotomy you’ve got my wishbone my only wishbone so cut the crap make your wish known and I’ll try to help out but the chances are we will all die alone with our wishbone you better get to know your wishbone but the chances are we die alone
Track Name: Cuckold
am I growing up this must be the silence that I’ve heard so much about concentrate am I the weight of paper or the paperweight hush cultivate the peak of your success is a paperweight the apex of excess is a paperweight but I can see it on your skin as you begin to undress let’s roleplay you be the scarecrow I’ll be the nothingness suffocate all I can hope from life is a paperweight but I feel it on my skin like I’ll never really undress let’s roleplay you be the scarecrow freeze frame a still-life burn victim I compress my violence while paper waits for the suicidal hands of excess let’s roleplay you be nothing I’ll be fucking the nothingness
Track Name: The Life You Can Save
eureka it’s half an overflowing cup keep trying to rationalise a world that will never add up reduce two plus two to too many unknowns like what am I doing this for because all my life I’ve been choking a cat only getting better at getting scratched it screeches shame on you but admits it’s ironic I won’t stop till I get a catatonic so flip the fry I flip the burger I am the world’s greatest flipanthropist the signal’s getting bigger as the bandwidth grows but I just can’t quite decipher if I’m only sending out a suicide note or a happiness manifesto declaring we deem this self-evident and true I feel alive when I feel harder than you anything that proves I am not the smoothest surface in the smoothest world stare deep into the abyss and what do you see if I’m absolutely honest performance anxiety but then I’m six feet underfed and besides you offer me my only chance at actual pride so flip the fry I flip the burger I am the world’s greatest flipanthropist
Track Name: Terroir Formed
planets in the new millennium 3013 and earth is old and feeble sun is sentient and mars is the garden of eden now the sun saw himself in an iron atmosphere with dry grass limbs in the sky blue blood twin blue beauty moons but phobos was scared and deimos had issues strode to paint himself in a nihilist flag revolve for a thousand years he tried to relate but failed to eclipse couldn’t translate the beauty in the garden of eden so this meant the moons had only eyes for mars and this made sun mad with mercury and livid so he averted his eyes turned off galactic lighthouse said you won’t survive if you can’t photosynthesise and starved the garden of eden it was the age of the great silent treatment but the moons were unphased by his total absence he had a feeling of absolute freedom and a sense of cold isolation he was adam at odds god knows he had to get even aztec ape man landed like satan said buddy old sol I know your problem you gotta smell the roses and learn to evolve let nature select but long live the breathing hey no hard feelings tantrum balloons at the sun’s bad haircut well he flared his nostrils and he tightened his belt huffed and puffed hot air made the ice caps melt and drowned the garden of eden paradise sanctum blind and tense he could do anything he pleased no consequence mute and contribute he couldn’t count to infinity in the garden of eden he had a feeling of absolute freedom and a sense of cold isolation he began to overheat so he called a hotline said don’t come any closer or I’ll blow supernova all I need is a genuine reason hell good luck with that this is the garden of eden