Mario X Garofano
One of the most amazing and uniquely touching grindcore albums in history. One of the best albums of 2019. Unbelievable talent. They somehow managed to step up even more.
Favorite track: Webspinner.
Michigan-based grindcore cult heroes Cloud Rat return with Pollinator, the band's most intense and blistering recordings to date.
Over the past ten years, Cloud Rat has established itself as one of the most compelling bands in the underground. Over a staggering number of releases – four full-length albums, eleven EPs and splits, a live album, and various other comps, in one decade – the Michigan band has made a name for itself via sheer emotion and musical freedom.
NPR Music called Cloud Rat's 2013 album, Moksha, "a feral, fearsome and fearless piece of work." Noisey described a live show in 2015 with these words: "Cloud Rat is one of those rare bands whose music connects instantly, painfully – you feel the words, the riffs, and the all-consuming cacophony deep within the marrow of your bones, vibrating out into a hostile world."
Emerging from the space where hardcore punk spirals into grindcore, Cloud Rat is that and so much more. The band knows no limits and incorporates influences from across the map – black metal, noise, doom, goth, folk, and beyond – all while retaining its realness and urgency.
The first edition of Pollinator is released in a limited 2CD digipak and includes an entire bonus CD of eclectic, experimental material, with elements of industrial, acoustic, drone, noise, and shoegaze. A limited splatter vinyl is also available.
Cloud Rat have taken grind to the next level on Pollinator, and it's vicious.
"Tempestuous expressions for troubled times."
-Grayson Haver Currin, Pitchfork
"Cloud Rat is one of those rare bands whose music connects instantly, painfully—you feel the words, the riffs, and the all-consuming cacophony deep within the marrow of your bones, vibrating out into a hostile world."
-Kim Kelly, Noisey
Losing weight, I’ve found my home in hell.
Closed parts; The rearranging of time,
Black hair shedding itself
I need a specialist, someone who can help me.
Belt of sand / Ocean's strength;
"Swift is the kiss of fire”
Burning from the inside
Track Name: Delayed Grief // Farmhouse Red
Delayed grief swelling and swelling,
My phantom baby, chain-link dirty dots,
The pain it's caused not knowing.
We hold onto your feet
And pour ourselves over you;
A protective barrier knit
Burlingame's abandoned lots,
Born from houses torn down.
Thankfulness is me walking on the sidewalk.
You are finally placed in my arms
My tears are like a river now,
They fall more and more everyday
Phenomenon, the alarm reaction...
Track Name: Seven Heads
(Paraphrenia; Bell chimes)
A paradise of delusion. Rotten. Hush-hush.
His stare says it's obsession,
Friendship perverted over and over again.
Willingly cutting at the root,
Sisters puncture the replica doll
To save me from the tannin.
Impregnated feelings born from lust;
Was it real life, or unearned advantages?
I’m releasing the fugitive serpent back into the wild.
“After generations, the privilege becomes invisible to the holders.”
Track Name: Night Song
Coral lipstick. The first I ever received.
A way to look at myself
Presenting in a cage
Lock and key.
So it is, so it will be.
Venus, give me a good pattern
A way to print my face
As still as a brooding dove.
Heaven's blue smile;
A snake with silvery skin
Sit with me as I hang the toad.
Spinning string, he fidgets and looks past
Letting him dangle while I rip out his veins.
Careless boys at play.
Great opportunity lies in this state of confusion
Track Name: Wonder
It never changes
A glowing Saturn light;
A piece of frosting dabbed on her nose
Two figurines standing too close.
Memories of electric jolts;
A red-lined mirror with digits in lipstick
She's looking back at herself
Large purple indents swoop just below the eye.
Can't stay asleep, it's always running
My brain never shuts off.
She picks up the broken piece delicately,
Drives it in,
Crucified on a telephone pole.
Gemini star watching you.
Track Name: The Mad
“Every symbol has a hidden premise behind it” Frank said.
Washing windows stumbled over
Out of the picture in America.
Starving dogs in the heat;
What a horrible mouthing sore of a human.
Shaking and vomiting,
He’s stuck in meat casing of sagging flesh
The coward buries itself in front of the dead.
Time passing so fast as kids get older,
Evil bubbles inside the belly and forces its way
Through the hands of a teenager
Staring down, but oh so short.
Can you slow your breath? Become softer?
Have kindness, and leave it alone?
Is there a way to untie it? A way to untie you?
The parasitic bacteria receives support.
The tree is dead.
Track Name: Al Di La
Eyes open, feet sweating on satin
Flickering pain lighting up
Hitch me to the reaper.
Theater curtain, studded vest,
This limbo you breathe in
Eerie cold in my chest.
Why are you collecting plastic?
Why all the trash?
Stone-colored hands too brittle to move.
“Its closer than ever
Did you hear that faint roar?”
You've fallen off now.
You lost now. The neuro-bombs implode.
She turns over and slides closer
“I have earned my urn,
The one that’s left at my gravesite, next to the name tattooed on your hand.”
Flower blooming from inside a skull.
Skull; Hem of the horizon
The madness of all things.
Track Name: Last Leaf
What does the old woman say as you pass?
Clearing, and sweeping across the floor
The voice repeats.
Freckles like watercolor
Dripped from head to toe.
Wooden floor, hands and knees,
I'll paint each square just so you don’t forget me.
Coyote nipping, police scanner calls,
Pumpkin-colored farm light,
Her breast cancer,
Scratching at my back,
All my dreams;
This is just memories
Still polluting, still polluting
My heart is a swamp.
You pinned down my soul;
Bondage straps across my chest.
Track Name: Zula
Skin of fog
Crater of a mouth
Am I a good person?
The clouds drag across the sky
A static kinda cling;
Ornate scarfs you twirl
Grace Jones dances across the screen.
It's the party we've thrown for ourselves
I'm in an asylum.
Track Name: Biome
Biome, can we protect ourselves from being smothered?
How is it still so reassuring to the organ wasting away?
In a box of rolled cigarettes,
My majesty is rotten
And the skin is morphing
To the fears of individualism.
Seeking and counting,
Hatred is a long fuse.
Dusk descends, latex hands,
Identity screenshot memoir.
My body is porous and filled with seeds
Track Name: Webspinner
Singing to a demon I’ve willingly called,
Follow after the imprints
I'll raise my cupped hands and occupy.
Walking across the poorly lit street
An Art-Deco obsession.
Little noise I sang out of my mouth
You didn’t notice the disco bell.
Psalms of the silent
You see only me:
Obsession in the middle of a burning fire.
Make a wife. Sick fuck,
You would do anything.
Do you support me?
This is not a ticket to a good life.
Fool of a clown.
Track Name: Luminescent Cellar
I give my life to strangers
And I keep it from the ones I love.
Feed the desire, just to starve the will.
Stoic tolerance of a second-rate reality
Can you see me?
Let’s all be Rembrandts on an LED screen
Staging a kiss,
Fluid gender dismissed.
The diluted glow of twilight
Paralyzing pain in being with family.
In the dark, you're not anywhere you can hide and hide.
As real as tall candles you light when you're afraid;
Enthralling cruelty society throws at you,
Like a carnival squirt gun, just as cold and embarrassing.
You retreat from the light,
Can you hear me?
Take up space.
Track Name: Marionettes
Down in silence
Holding onto hollow
Savior unstrung and dumb.
Why do I keep thinking?
Let me have this.
All the hidden lilies in our yard.
I remember waking up in a sweat,
Being pulled like teeth.
I can see faint colors reflecting back at me
As I stare down at my hand
My birthstone, the one my anya told me was mine.
Mute, I see her dark eyes
Heavy snow, let me apply pressure now.
Flowers of the abyss,
Keeping out all the light
I hide from my mom.
Track Name: Perla
Ink on my arm exploding across my dry skin
Cells pre-aging; hereditary.
Coldness when my breath is still
The bark on the tree gets rigid and frozen.
Voided spells alter life,
Hands slide under the gap
Have centipedes been inside before?
Gripping as it holds onto itself,
It keeps attempting to grow.
Crack-back echos, naked the scream
Two pennies left at the roots
They kneel and dig fingers into the dirt
There's no way to push forward,
To force anything.
Stop blowing smoke in its face.
This album intrigued me when it first released and I've come to the point that this might be one of my favorite death metal album of all time. The first song sucks you in with the fairly conventional song length and structure. Then as the album progresses it really shows you its true potential. If you are thinking about buying this album get a physical release. Staring at the spiral before listening enhances everything. mar12