Friday, December 10, 2010

no one cares about lyrics cause no one likes to read, but here are the lyrics again;

FUNERAL HOME MARIONETTES: Somnambulist screams into the carrion black reservoir. Edited to medicine, pain-living preferred to the unknown. Atypical reticence that leaves me to wonder what I ever wanted from them. Botfly tumblers up from alkaline wilderness. Fallout shadows flirting with lover flesh. Stared at but hidden like a concert hall crematorium. A crane left in a gelatinous skeletal state, distended belly in a lake of entrails, arsenic like sea-salt caking the doors of a river bottom pick-up. A doll head plucked off a wallpaper of ball gags. Check our hemoglobin for Aboriginal art. Caterpillars in bullet-cocoons that only mature through exit wounds, their flight patterns leaving a trace. Now painted in the smolder of a burning widow, Cloud-pointers damn pedophilia with their backs to the machete capes. The controlled wrath of cafeteria-pleasantries fooled you into a toll-free dream scape, orifice the one thought-barrier left to breach.

POSTCARDS FROM SOLITARY: Hope those hands rest well on the shoulders my waters once softened to clouds of skin. I'm paying cause now the moisture is corroding both of us from within. Dumbed down to patterns, excused to conspiracies, but reality is so much more simple; there are no rhymes. Nothing really bothers us, but we're told that is why we end when really we don't know one calamity from the next. Sub-alchemy from nil-chaoticians who can't see that tombs have passed them by. Hope those vultures stay perched on the shoulders your fingers once kneaded like clay, cause ever since the circles have been declared off limits they've been itching for their scavenger days. And they will come... boundaries mean less to them than the expurgating seeds that spill to the floor while forms of you trace along instigating memories. Strings will keep being threaded until the rope is thick enough to pull off my head. I won't beg.... pressure will make me what i am.... surviving glass grenades that call to mind the puzzles we eventually wear down to the calcium... down to ingredients.... to molecule cookers and their jubilation wakes... tiny blown-off bones like chameleons wading on the surface of open oil drums.

MAUSOLEUM LOTHARIO: quarantine applications went out today. bedsore portholes dimpled in the wind, scaring up a junkyard substitute for an unknown soldier’s tomb. we floss with veins since our bones went in backwards. calendar pages free falling like irradiated limbs. footsteps ring out like crackling chicken fat caught on an arm’s length of barb. every few years they say it’s their howl, obfuscating composition with message... embalming fluid with tetrotodoxin. AC/DC resurrections bringing us back kettle yelling mushroom gray.

DIVORCE MEDITATION: Confrontation via retreat. Rain ghosts along the graveled ribs. our flesh hung like crushed velvet off a battered starlet’s shoulders. the mocking cackles were as rich and right as an insubordinate’s tased nape. Grease paint leprosy impregnates the bubbled horizon, elongating the lip that will kill me. Cornered mid-vertigo by your disapearers, fingerprints desecrating their vernacular. I can’t deny the vacancy, only camouflage the epilepsy generation organs instigate.

THE MASOCHISTIAN: Reborn with flies on my face. Woman to the whimpers of the unreformed paroled. Mind webbed in the ribs of a neck-securring halo. Hung on nails a decade wide, sentenced to an unweaned infancy. Peeling in the zone, the organ flaps like clipped reels of film. Burlesque images from a leper colony. I've had nothing but future since then, anoited by icepick, mad and naked under the kissing flags. we listen as their souls crack, chilling indentations in waves that make the hinges hiss. cleansing hands casting shark-maws over lacquer-bathed features? The tagged, overwhelmed with rumored heavens, operate until the tract lights hum.

CONJUGAL APPARITION: kid gloves rake match heads. diapered malnourished savor the saccharin of intestinal worms. disrupting the milk-line, they cut their feet on the ground where the saucers dropped just to say they lost to the white mud. brain lathers vivisection mandibles. cat-o-nine cauterized erogenous zones. interphalangeal aurora borealis trimming the conjugal apparitions. maybe I crave this burn-ward void, but that doesn’t excuse you dribbling gasoline. you say it’s only because you want some sparks... but isn’t that how immolation starts?

CLOCK HALT: Someday you’ll show us all. I’ll be sure to watch the clock halt, reset itself in a vain attempt to catch up with the genius you swore was dormant. Well, where was I when planets realigned as to position themselves over your brow? Something tells me you’ve never known and the shadow-boxing finally got the best of you. Skulls would've been leveled if you were subjugate to a fraction of our undertakings, but now you're championing the former collective where once a whisper barely made it to crest? Well your past is failing to impress, as my present hasn't warped around me to appease your alleged relevance. Don’t tell me the future is in novelty cancellation anthems or workhorse minutes on the set of a movie no one will see. Naked cousins crossing eyelid horizons once she's been detailed in severed arm spoils, telling yourself they'll substitute in time. telling yourself time will finish what you start.

HYPNAGOGIC CAREGIVER: I wake up back first. Thrown out from laughing at the idea that I meant anything to her. Twice before she wilted; a counterpoint to my gorging on sandpaper grains. Smoking under umbrellas so the clouds her lips shape will yellow all skin but her own. Overcast peels back. White suns appear like kneecaps crowing the wounds of crouching legs. We were no heads, just faces with necks mingling in garbage tourists have blackened with value. Why wish for your love taps when time will batter the shingles in?

IRON LUNG DUST BOWL: Pity is a universal suture. Nonallopathic inertia tuning out lung. Alkaline that doesn't stop at the carotids, raising steel-stalks around the off-white oak. In your lifetime you will eat eight spiders while you sleep. No carefully warmed dishrags to wash off the mud. No fingerprints will take the blame for your wandering DNA. Shadows linger like dust bowls. Urine preserves your skin. Even in my memory you were a mirage. Hammer-blow the tape you wear so your glass skeleton will clatter delicately before the velvet intestines of a skin museum's closed doors. I never cared if it hurt. Modify the pair-slash so I can pretend we were never connected. Someday you'll learn to tell your shame apart from what it has been misdirectly christened. In time you'll know what it never was... and maybe then you will be forgiven.

TABLESPOON CATARACT: I can hear sounds around the back of my brain similar to crunching on bricks of salt. Skinned dogs cry blood at the edge of my eye, held open with clockwork of skewers. Heated needles up to the periphery with band-aids on her fingers; clumsy extensions of bamboo yellowed nails. Pinioned and taped to a revolving door, a mother flicks her child’s trembling lips. Aluminum plunges pus pregnant cysts before the box cutter. All scars will crawl along warped glass shavings, picked by hand from damp red carpets.

WOLF TICKET BOX OFFICE: Need is not generous. None is all reward. Eyes minus the talon delusions that only complicate the letting go. Leave me a maw where I can twist in the ganglia. Sometimes I feel like sweating. Why give it a name? Stylish grace is nothing but a fall that moves to fast for you to know the spike is there, waiting on hose to trim the crease that otherwise will not glow. I'm not in for escape, though abortion is fine. . Tell me what deceives your sleep into believing in the breaking day. I'll listen for footsteps. The intrusion sustains me.

Sunday, November 14, 2010


Hey there, fudge dragons.


We have COMMUNION merch available online.


JUST IN:


Patches (black w/ White Logo): $1 or free w/ a t-shirt

the 2010 $1 Sampler CDR

T-Shirts: 8 dollars. S - XL (not many smalls left)


each package comes with sticker and pin. email tormenthrone@hotmail.com for more info (or paypal the same address).


and coming soon: COMMUNION water noodles, bed sheets, action figures (by Mego), Tijuana bibles, Creepy Crawler molds, home version of the arcade game (on Neo Geo), and fruit pies.

Monday, October 18, 2010

Waxing Negative; The Communion LIVE on My Castle of Quiet, 10.8.10

5 In terms of "heavy music," "black metal," "dark hardcore," or whatever labels one needs to put upon things to feel at ease, The Communion are indeed a very special find. I might never have seen them, had I not wandered into the Party Expo this past July, right around the corner from my former domicile in now-so-fashionable Bushwick.

No-faking, gut-churning angst, great songwriting, and an obvious interest in creating something of quality and sincerity are what set The Communion apart from the horde of bands that lean toward the darker sides of self expression. Dramatic, hooky sludge-metal, classic hardcore/thrash, and hi-speed black metal are all easily referenced in The Communion's repertoire, these styles employed naturally and with the apparent ease of just doing what they do, without sounding at all forced or postmodern.

These are some great tracks—catchy, headbanging and deftly constructed. I've been spinning them constantly for the last week and a half, and suggest you do the same.

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Thanks Again, everyone at My Caste of Quiet. check it out everyone.

Tuesday, October 5, 2010

Cattle Aphrodisac/Surprise! Incest.


- in two days we'll be doing our first live radio broadcast @ wfmu.org

it's W.M Berger presents My Caste of Quiet, perhaps the last bastion of true underground music on the radio. not talking about the occasional Cannibal Corpse or Suffocation song wedged between a everflowing stream of middle-of-the-road melodic metal piss that masquerades as an source for "underground" music , just 3 hours of the purest noise, the most savage metal, and the ugliest 'cores imaginable, with some creepy film scores thrown in for good measure.

- our next show will be October 29th:

Clinging to the Trees of a Forest Fire

The Communion

Flourishing

Deep in Vein

At the Acheron

57 Waterbury St.Brooklyn, NY

Doors @ 8

$8All Ages

http://www.myspace.com/clingingtothetreesofaforestfire

http://www.myspace.com/thecommunion

http://www.myspace.com/flourishing

http://www.myspace.com/deepinvein

both CTTTOAFF and Flourishing released some of the best music you've heard all year. Dissonance can never die.

- in the mean time we've been building a new practice space and working on two new songs; "Marble Husk" and "Manacles", as well as looking through DVDs of the west coast tour; hours of footage that we may distill into a DVD release of some sort in the future. also before the year is over we'd like to wrap up the recordings we did just before Lee's passing and have that out... so don't expect any 3 day weekends from us for the time being, just the occasional pop-up. you're probably sick of us anyway. *shrug*

- SWANS on Saturday. the new record is bliss.

Wednesday, August 4, 2010




... yeah.

Sunday, August 1, 2010

thanks again to everyone who made these tribute shows such a success. we raised a good amount of cash for the St. Jude Children's hospital, and all the bands really brought their A-Games. You you should all be proud of yourselves, because we are. We can't even begin to tell you how much this has meant to us. Keep up the tunes, all of you.

Now that we've made it through the wilderness of memorial, we feel that we should get on with the violent grindcore. Lee wouldn't want a bunch of sap clogging our engines, he'd want us to spew out the most fucked up chaos our tar-drenched souls could muster, and that's what we're going to do. watch your slice, Gludious Minimus. here comes the noise.

split releases w/ Transient and Taste of Fear/Agathocles, are inching towards you. the material we recorded in April w/ Lee is being put on the backburner because Tony Biscuits is going on tour in Japan w/ Sheer Terror, so when he gets back we'll throw down the bass and electrical wounds and have that out for you. in the meantime we're gonna finish up "Marble Husk", "Manacles", and any other new songs we come up with.

HUGE show for the end of this month. probable announce it later in the week/early next week. don't wanna jinx/oversell it, but it's a nice one.

recent musical obsessions: Kickback, Nurture Abuse, Fire in the Head, Triptykon, Brobdingnagain, the Kilimanjaro Dark Jazz Ensemble, Coffinworm, the Sursiks, Slaughter Shack, Zola Jesus, Wormphlegm, Twin Stumps, Cindytalk, Alfarmania, Concrete Cross, Sewer Goddess, Debustrol, Baby Dee, Swans, Autopsy, Charlotte Gainsbourg, Blood ov thee Christ, Captain Cleanoff, Climax Denial

Wednesday, June 23, 2010

Wire Mine

shows and stuff;



Saturday, June 26, 2010 8:00 PM - 10:00 PM EDT
Where: THE CAKE SHOP w/Bastard Noise
152 Ludlow St, NYC btwn. Stanton & Rivington 212-253-0036
Manhattan New York 10002




Monday, June 28, 2010 8:00 PM - 10:00 PM EDT
Where: DEATH BY AUDIO w/ Bastard Noise
49 S 2nd St
BROOKLYN New York 11226

both of these shows will feature the COMMUNION/BLOOD OF A ZOMBIE big band.




Friday, July 30, 2010 7:00 PM - 11:30 PM EDT
Where: The Broadway Bar
198 Broadway
Amityville NY 11701


Saturday, July 31, 2010 6:00 PM - 11:30 PM EDT
Where: 538 Johnson St.
538 Johnson St.
Brooklyn NY 11237

the last 2 shows are tribute shows for Lee, with the proceeds going to the St. Judes Children's Hospital. these shows will feature the likes of DEATHCYCLE, SICK OF TALK, UNEARTHLY TRANCE, INHUMAN, THOUGHT AND MEMORY, and BLOOD OF A ZOMBIE. please come out to these.

beyond that, we'll be working on new material for both COMMUNION and KANALBRIGADE projects, as well as other projects. We have a well of misery that's in dire need of a tap.

check out new records from STARKWEATHER, CASTEVET, BASTARD NOISE, CHARLOTTE GAINSBOURG, TWIN STUMPS, CIRCLE OF DEAD CHILDREN, KAYO DOT, ZOLA JESUS

Saturday, April 17, 2010





Yesterday morning, Lee passed away due to complications from eye surgery.

We are all deeply wounded, white and shaking with shock, by this sudden loss of our great friend. He brought us all together. He brought out the best in us, enabled and encouraged us to be at our absolute best in music and life. I personally cannot imagine being where i am today without all Lee put together.

I say all this with zero hyperbole, and those who knew him best no doubt feel the same way we do at this moment. Our hearts go out to his amazing family and all his friends, as well as anyone whose supported us in the last 6 years. Know that Lee loved, appreciated, and cared about all of you very much, as do we.

We'll miss you forever.

- Nick, Billy, Jimmy, Joe - The Communion.

Sunday, April 11, 2010

- i opened a Tumblr account, which will have my visual art. you'll notice the lyrics for "TABLESPOON CATARACT" as we hope they will appear on the release.

- speaking of releases; the split ten inch with our Siamese baby head TRANSIENT is available through MIDNIGHT SEA RECORDS. you should get it. do it naow.

- this week we'll be recording a handful of songs for a handful of something-or-other. Drums (by Joe) were tracked in Seattle by Joe Rizzi. the lyrics we'll be thrown up (vomited, if you weel) on the Myspace later in the week.

- MDF is little more than a month away, bitches.

- recent musical obsessions: new Immolation. new Burzum. Nation of Ulysses. Elodea. Sorrower. Black Hole of Calcutta. Exactly Violent Style. Swarrrrrrrrrm. Triptikon. Bohren und Der Club of Gore. Black Sun. Circle of Dead Children. Mystifier. Yazata. Naked City. Faustcoven. Wake Up on Fire. Honduran. Blood. Dazzling Killmen. G.I.S.M. Christian Death. Bolt Thrower. In/Humanity. Cranes. Jimmy Durante. Dragged into Sunlight. Exhorder.

Tuesday, March 30, 2010

- thanks so much to everyone in TRANSIENT, as well as all the people/bands who made our west coast excursion a success in our eyes. We had a lot of fun, and almost every show was a killer.

- next stop; MDF.

- new song: "FIRE BOMBING THE WOLVES DEN"

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more later. right now i'm friggin wiped.

Sunday, February 14, 2010

"Without the smell of the carcasses and the flowers, without the taste of the fresh meat and the wine, you are left with very little of the performance."

-
Herman Nitsch

- tour is a little over a month away. the artwork for the split LP with tourmates TRANSIENT is finished, and it is a sight to behold; like something out of a Quay Brothers shrooming. This should be awesome.

- double header in a few weeks.

- recent musical obsessions; Blood, Schizo, Faustcoven, Iaborher, Tafkata, Bone Awl, Ossuary Insane, Exhumed, the Residents, Pulp, Germs, Rosetta, Arizmenda, Skinny Puppy, Death Dust Extractor, G.I.S.M. , Swans, Scream for Tina, Jawbox, Pharmakon, Virus, Walker Bros, Unsane, Meatjack

Wednesday, February 3, 2010



thanks to JIMPALER for this sick awesome piece.

- worked more on "TABLESPOON CATARACT" last night. Surgery Metal at its finest. Musically it's BURNING WITCH + CREATION IS CRUCIFIXION + Warped Classic Rock + Power Noixe. Lyrically it' Eye Surgery + scenes from the film Earthlings + Witnessing child abuse in a public place + having your girlfriend pop a cist on your back.

Saturday, January 23, 2010





- MDF is late May.

- in late June, we'll be doing 2 NY area shows with BASTARD NOISE.

- some other stuff too.

- records and totally boss new t-shirts should be ready sooner than later.

- recent musical obsessions; Bloodyminded, Artificial Brain, Mitochondrion, Skin Crime, Jay Reatard, Arizmenda, Venetian Snares, Vibracathedral Orchestra, One Eyed God Prophecy, Gehenna, Mournful Congregation, Vio-Lence, Corpusse, Honeywell, Bone Awl, Scrog, Passover, Acrid, Axis of Advance, Death Dust Extractor, Immolation, M.Gira/Swans, Meatjack, Unsane, Zeni Geva, Boys Next Door, Sperm of Antichrist, Misantropical Painforest, Worm Ouroboros, Impetuous Ritual

Sunday, January 3, 2010

- Merry 2010.

- check out Jimmy (our bassist) and his SWOLLEN ORGANS.

- show in 3 weeks on the Island.

- more later.