Fathoms

by Vultures Of Cult

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    Vultures of Cult's second full length "Fathoms" on 12" vinyl record. Hand screen printed silver sparkle on black jacket drawn & designed by Keenan Bouchard & Justin Gonyea. Includes a digital download for the album + two bonus tracks not included on the vinyl release ("Segue" & "Running From The Eye"). 150 pressed. 100 Black. 50 Sunshine-Yellow.

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Written and recorded over the first half of 2012 in Burlington, Vermont.
On this album Vultures of Cult is:
Justin Gonyea: Guitar, Vocals, Keys, Tambourine
Stephen Sharp: Guitar, Vocals
Keenan Bouchard: Drums
Logan Bouchard: Bass

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released July 22, 2012

Engineered/Produced/Mixed/Mastered by Justin Gonyea at KTR Recording in Burlington, Vermont. Additional engineering by Steve Sharp and Adam Bister. Guest vocals on the track "Circles" by Josh Zelazny of Alive & Well. "Segue" recorded in Brooklyn, NYC with Ben Lee of Clydesdale Erotic.
Released by Prolific Summer.

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Having the most fun not having any fun in Burlington, Vermont since 2007. Currently unsigned, independent and recording/releasing music DIY.

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Track Name: Hold on to Heartache
Hold on to heartache.
Rain wash the pain from my bones.
The sun and the moon
they color you all wrong.
Track Name: Defiance
Your cadence rots off a frame of bone above me.
From under, flakes of a primal self peel away.
The cowards and liars walk into the glistening teeth.
It pains me, but we plan outside of their listening reach.
You're raining hate from a cloud of love, a shining beacon.
It satiates a need to not know yourself ever again.
The cowards and liars walk into the glistening teeth.
It pains me, but we plan outside of their listening reach.
And change won't come easy for you.
And change won't come easy for us.
Track Name: A Home/A Flame
Home.
Flame.
Ancient in your ways, holding true.
Onward aching limbs, carry me to the scene.
Workhorse toiling, endless circles in the dust.
Sun drones from above, scorching bodies to the earth.
Track Name: Iron & Bronze
He waited in silence,
his hatred trained betwixt the eyes of adversaries.
Death won't come for the untrue.
The wind in the trees
brings life to that which should be still
and all that's carried
is a will to live on the edge of hell.
We came from nothing,
but we're wrought from iron and bronze.
But the wings in the sky
who we fear and despise
lay our cities barren.
Behind the fault line
lies terror great with anvil hands.
They're building a stairway
straight from the depths to our own streets.
Great lumbering giants
armed to the teeth with all our hate
stride out of the forest
bags of gold and bones in tow.
We came from nothing,
but we're wrought from iron and bronze.
But the wings in the sky
who we fear and despise
lay our cities barren.
This is for those without hope.
This is for the ones who've given up.
There is no hope.
Nothing left for us.
Track Name: Fathoms Deep
Cutaway the canker of love,
suddenly all becomes clear.
Battle-worn in ways of the heart,
turn around and face what we've become.
It's only time on the line, time that we'll never get back.
It brings a boil to my blood, white fire.
It sinks a hole in my heart, face what we've become.
Cutaway the canker of love,
suddenly all becomes clear.
Battle-worn in ways of the heart,
turn around and face what we've become.
Don't you hold anything close to your heart?
Powerless overload.
Back to the start.
Repetition, Culmination, Premonition of the future.
Track Name: Power Dons
We too took fire in, held close in burning arms.
Into the roots of hell she burns like a sun.
Into the sky above, we burn white fire.
We are the power dons
of sweet and subtle lies.
And so it was, until she came and washed it all away.