Orphan

by Gridlink

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about

Single minded is a term that would aptly describe Gridlink's approach to creating music. Velocity, precision, purity - these are the tenets of their persona, combined and compacted into parcels of explosive sound-violence. In conjunction with eloquently confrontational lyrics, Gridlink's musical missives manage to utterly dominate the airspace they occupy while elevating the consciousness of the listener to supreme levels of ecstatic anxiety and heightened sensory awareness. This is the music of the apocalyptic-computer-future-world as delivered by first hand-witnesses to the horde of humanity as it draws ever closer to the edge of oblivion - a cautionary battering to capture the attention of those who might wish to move in the opposite direction. As in the words of George Orwell (who might as well have been describing the aesthetic of Gridlink's sonic knifings) "If you want a picture of the future imagine a boot stomping on a human face--forever."
While made up of musical luminaries who have proved their mettle in other much lauded musical outfits (Discordance Axis, Mortalized, Human Remains, Kill the Client, Burnt by the Sun, Hayaino Daisuki, etc), this is hardly a necessary qualifier in the face of a ferocious musical accomplishment such as Orphan. While possessing the energy, aggression, and overall focus of its predessor (2008's Amber Grey), the songs contained herein provide an ever denser and more nuanced musical assault combining short bursts of accelerated thrash, blinding passages of helicopter blasting, monochromatic smears of near-noise, and the alien howls of singer Jon Chang. In a realm of perpetrators veiled by smokescreen tactics of studio trickery and trapped in herd minded musical and socio-political maneuvering, Gridlink provide a much needed counterpoint in which sincerity, determination and artful execution triumph finally and fully.

credits

released 29 March 2011

Recording May 2010 by Chris Pierce
Mastering by James Plotkin
Cover assembly and art direction by _Echelon
Model photography by Scott Kinkade
Noh mask built by Inoue Corporation, Kyoto Japan
Costuming by Assassin's Boutique

Takafumi Matsubara
Jon Chang
Bryan Fajardo
Teddy Patterson
Stephen Procopio

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Track Name: Dar Al-Harb
Did God whisper in your ear and pin a death note on your heart
Pious eyes painted with piety and blood
Trade Stockholm syndrome confessions in weekly support groups for the dead
Tell yourself it's enough to bleed if it doesn't leave a scar
A tattoo cried out to a cringing halt
Connects people with mass graves
Draped over saddles the dead return
Feel parts of yourself die
Vampire slaked by the blood of the Kufr
Sprung monster closet the Dar Al-Harb
The long knives of the prophet held close at my throat
I jam the knife in through myself to get to you.
Track Name: Orphan
I never wanted this distance
This distance between myself and the rest of the world
Unanswered voicemails the cursor hangs anxiously
Waiting for words that never come
Pages filled with scraps of life imagined
Reconstructed like the act at a murder scene
I don't want the baggage of things that are left unsaid
Somewhere in between we've lost ourselves
Keep our cards close it's how we wear our lies
Together but we are alone
Bridge of memories that ends in death
cycling like cover flow
Why are we trapped where only shadows fall?
How do we belong?
Punching holes in myself when there's no holes left to cut
and regret does not absolve
Choked up, bled out, waiting for tears, will they come?
Further our hearts, our rendered voice across the world
Still the tears won't come, even now
Orphan.
Track Name: Deliverables
A heart of fool's gold, the charity in your eyes is worthless
Traveling salesmen come to eat my dead
Your promises cost more, than they're worth
Your secrets I'll take them from you with haloperidol
Scorpions doused in fire ants stirred and painted with gasoline
Take from you until there's nothing left
Picking meat from the bone while you're still alive
No one kept you in the dark
On the ground floor from day one
Early adopter, evangelist
Did God walk out on you after gifting you cholera?
Track Name: Scopedog
Graveside manner shallow and quick, I hold onto this
Sharpening a laid open knife, objective years from now
Homeless memories scrounge for change, humming tunelessly
In the crush at exit, there's too many cameras just to kill my way out
No one does monsters better than us
In the jet lag between wars
Pollack the world with the blood of martyrs
Notches on the stock keeping score
Never let go of your dead, until the stage curtains fall
Words of consolation, are short term damage control
I'm holding you when you die, because I'm killing you
In your last, share your pain with someone who fucking cares
No haunted past, on my sleeve
Living and dying out of consequence
Used to death, short term pain
Dulled down by repetition
Firewood soaked in tears
Grey snow? Ashes fall
Track Name: Red Eye
A kiss goodbye on the overpass, red eye to red eye
The world overnight just ahead of tomorrow's sunrise
Concrete spires the manifold ratlines vein the web
Eyes averted running tracts, tying up loose ends
Gate to gate, empty branches, seasons without life
Dusk cuts the horizon with amber, over the portal pull the shade
City to city - life to life
There isn't a destination anymore
Setting change out the window
But I'm not there
Track Name: Cargo 200
One way out
A one way mirror looks only one way - out
Track Name: Thorn Farmer
First ring I ever drew still hurts the last thing I ever drew
Telling myself just one more year until the last shovel of dirt
Spending forever doting on each circle of graphite
Each fresh ring a hoop that marks my not passing on
Safe places are vacuums, filling with sadness, without spark
Plucked out of a patch of sun, I tried to refill you
Wrapped in burlap - my first born dead
How many children do I have to bury before I am allowed to end
Why doesn't the ghost speak, instead stare accusing
Track Name: Embers, Blood and Treasure
Kiku and embers scattered
A knife at an absent bedside
Six coins for the crossing
Laid out to the west
The waters of the last moment, a name inked in red
Piper Lou offered in madness by Sheryl to the vacuum
But she's reunited with ashes and another promise dies
Like the Deloyer 7, we're offered up for terms
And Camille Vidan's parents were they casualties of war?
To steal back this last betrayal
Cashim hits the self destruct
Cemeteries walled around (the ones) who died for your sins
Best intentions forgot, just timed out in the end
The gaze of the dead can't be taken back
They stare piercingly from heaps tied in barbed wire.
Track Name: I Accept Your Last Wish
I will never forget this last moment
Trapped by the memories of the dead
How many lives have we swept aside
Can't find the answer or just won't hear
That you want for yourself
But I only want to forget
What will it take for you to see
That your God has hung up on you
Greedy spirits flock to me with the love of the dead
Coming back into myself I can't ever let go
Are we searching or running?
The rope snaps tight, tangling limbs
The barb hooks back and to free myself I must kill (you)
Curtain of light spreads across the vacuum
Light that's seen from earth
Impatient hearts see a clear future but only in black and white
Change the world by destroying lives, destroyed by our will to live
Lost despite following a path to the end
I accept your last wish.
Track Name: Hearts
The heart stops on a dime, not enough room for all the sorrow
Words are not enough but they are the limit of your charity
A shared furtive nod, let out the line but don't cut bait
When the muzzle report catches up, your look betrays us all
Break the suit, dump your heart
Or take the trick face down
If I can't win, I'll make sure you lose
I'm the man on the grassy knoll
This is the time when you hold someone
Look at them and tell them it's alright
This is the time when you hold someone
Look at them and tell them a lie
Track Name: Flatworlder
The future is God's alone, do not even look to the clouds
For the right of Jihad, the prophet's murderers fetch myths
No history before God, scabbed with Bid'ah
For students of the prophet, anything in the name of Sharia
Guilt submission obedience
Belief explodes shrapnel inside of you
Kiteless skies are free of sin
Vampires wash the ashes down
Pawn and kings alike are burned
Their graves are then destroyed
Crowds applaud God's mercy inflicted by vermin trapped in Sharia
To them there is only ablution
To be atoned
A flat world
I need to believe in your god
So I know he'll be found and killed
Track Name: The Last Red Shoulder
Rotor wash stirs the desert, only a shadow of myself
Coated in the grey powder that once was people
Gore spattered chassis are matted by acid rain
After touring the many mass graves reserved for children
Who were raped and shot in the head
Not even sharks offer up their own young
I want to hear you scream until it becomes the flat drone of tinnitus
Until the ground is pollacked with your offal and blood
I want to see you leave this life screaming and find nothing afterwards
The air swells with a flat thrum - glass shivers in its panes
Now your house is a ruin among the ruins of Bamiyan's idolatry
Your history begins with your prophet, but it dies here with you
Jet black ravens fly over, until there's only wasteland not even graves
Bleeding out the wounds to my heart seamed with razor wire
Make orphans a generation doped by lofting reefs of smoke
Riddle your graves with bullets and sink them into the desert
The last red shoulder on a sea of blood