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

Tapes available through Southern Druid Records

Part of a split release with Kief Demon; other half available at


"...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

"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


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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An interplanetary doom saga of betrayal, revenge, and agriculture

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Track Name: Baby Prison
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
Track Name: Altered Strain
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