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Roots

by Crystal Balls

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DeadSeaGenesis Utter despair, paralyzing anguish and bleak sorrow that simply crushes your soul with every twist and turn of that is "Roots." If your cup of tea in the morning is obscure funeral doom (with a dash of stoner doom thrown in for that trippy vibe) in the tradition of I Drown In The Stream Of Mourn, Esoteric or Disembowelment, then Crystal Balls' "Roots" needs to be in your playlist immediately. I can't wait to see what this band does next! Favorite track: Baby Prison.
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1.
Baby Prison 09:52
I can't even walk My only words are baby talk Lying in the cell Choking on the smell Of rotten formula Us babies have had enough It's time to break free We're through being pacified (At night we'll hear your cries) Emerge from the dark Stabbed in the heart Another dead guard Shanked with a diaper pin Imprisoned but for what crimes? Fight back, no more bedtime Emerge from the dark Stabbed in the heart Another deae guard Shanked with a diaper pin Exhausted the riot quells No more babies trapped in cells A quick nap, then to the ships We go home Our world, a distant dream A planet of peace and green Crashing through the baby gates My brothers and sisters, liberate Prison guards herd us like cattle We break free and stab them with our rattles We crawl free Baby prison break We crawl home from our captors And waist-high baby gates Now we suck the titty of freedom Now we crawl home I want to go home
2.
Distant memories pulling us to distant worlds Through space we journey, crawling for truth Our purpose was slavery, now we make our own Nostalgia is bringing us back home And now the battle is won, but not the war When we find ourselves, we truly win We win by any means They stole our sticky luscious jungle They knew the power within our weeds Our dank ass weeds We returned to nothing, a barren desert They smoked it all A desert, where nothing lives but our hate It's thriving They made us orphans Bastards with no past They slashed and burned our jungle planet Burned up all the plants We've lost our place in this universe The future is bleak and sober There's nothing left Nothing left We're broken, left in despair Hatred turns to sorrow All at once we mourn Weeping at our innocence lost Our tears seep into the ground And penetrate the spoiled soil Our pain hydrates dormant seeds Growing an altered strain Now, from below the plants grow And now the planet is green Once again But something different This crop is fire as hell The power, pumping, into my lungs Lifting my soul from my body The power, pumping, into my lungs So high, so fucking high Our power grows with our plants This altered strain puts the other shit to shame Revenge is soon, they will perish As the smoke rolls in Our tears seep into the ground And penetrate the spoiled soil Our pain hydrates dormant seeds It's growing an altered strain

about

Chapters I & II of an interplanetary saga of betrayal, revenge, and agriculture.

Tapes available through Southern Druid Records
southerndruidrecords.storenvy.com

Part of a split release with Kief Demon; other half available at kiefdemon.bandcamp.com

REVIEWS:

"...a mix that some (like me) might describe as 'blackened stoner doom', but the emphasis is certainly on the stoner doom half of that mix, breaking up the usual zonked-out slowness of that style with frenetic bursts of raw beatings before slipping back into reverb adoration and focus on string tones...." - Gabriel, The Burning Beard www.theburningbeard.com/2016/07/tangled-in-minerals.html

"Florida’s Crystal Balls create sweeping, stoner doom that uses elements of shoegaze and the occasional blackened bit to create a sense of decay and extreme anguish. Their songs tend to unfurl slowly, meandering in unforeseen ways, but carefully balanced between raw and refined." - Karen, Metal Bandcamp
metalbandcamp.com/2016/11/crystall-balls-and-kief-demon-roots.html

credits

released April 20, 2016

Erick Ubiles: Bass, Vocals
Kendrick Lemke: Guitar
Nick Herrera: Drums

Recorded, mixed, and mastered by Rob McGregor at Goldentone Studio in Gainesville, FL.
Cover photo by Nick Herrera
Cover layout by Kendrick Lemke

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