Maktbehov

by GOD MOTHER

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Reviews of 'Maktbehov':

"An asteroid crash of an album that renders most of its competition extinct. Hatred, loathing, misery, morbidity, and an apocalyptic impatience to get to the fucking finish already: This one’s got it." - Pitchfork.com

"With classic Swedish production standards, God Mother will remind you of bands like Converge, Rotten Sound, Skitsystem and many others under the "take no prisoners" brand of hardcore-influenced metal." - Loudwire.com

"This is an excellent soundtrack to moshing around your living room while still appreciating that the music is written well enough to be dissected and learned by any guitarist. Did God Mother just drop an album for smart hardcore fans?" - MetalInjection.net

"29 minutes of pure Swedish aggression. The perfect album if you ever thought APMD and Some Girls could stand to get together in the studio, or if you like the brutality of The Dillinger Escape Plan but you’re sick of them being so progressive. The kind of album that would get a pit going in the aisle on the Monday morning bus and easily one of 2015’s best." - BluntMag.com.au

"With such a furious and chaotic debut album, this is a band that can easily be on the tongues of generations years later." - IDIOTEQ.com

All music and lyrics by God Mother;
Michael Dahlström, Jonatan Lindgren, Daniel Noring, Sebastian Campbell.

Drums recorded at Mikael Wikmans drum studio.
Guitar and bass recorded at Studio Ovett.
Vocals recorded at Michael Dahlström Studio.

Mixed by Michael Dahlström.
Mastered By Brad Boathright at Audiosiege.

Album art by Lina Forsgren

Additional vocals on tracks:
'Tomma Ord' - Johan Norsebäck of Massgrav
'Entombed' - Sean Whittaker of Helioscope
'Nothing' - Jon Ekström of Dödsvarg
'Opiuchus' - Samuel Skoog of Kråkstad/TINAGOWTFAY
'Kyriarki' - Alexandra Campbell of Avvika


Contact: godmotherband@gmail.com

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released March 26, 2015

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GOD MOTHER Stockholm, Sweden

Aggressive, energetic fast-paced hardcore seasoned with deathmetal, sludge and tasty breakdowns.
God Mother has so far toured South Africa and Central America each once, and Europe three times.

Michael - Drums
Max - Guitar
Daniel - Bass
Sebastian - Vocals
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Track Name: Oväld
Med plånboken fylld ifrån båda håll
så svårt att hålla dig till er paroll
Pengar i fickan ni blundar en stund
Ni leder vårt samhälle till dess avgrund

Mutad

Ingen oväld kvar
Okontrollerbar
Ohållbar

Fan
Du är köpt.
Track Name: Blodfors


Jag är dött kött utan känsla kvar
I en kropp byggd utav skam och hat
Jag förgör / Det har börjat dra mig under
Förgör / Känner du vikten?

Låt det forsa blod
Slå ditt hjärta kallt

Tvingas växa in i masken jag bär
Förgör / Det har börjat dra mig under
Förgör / Bryt mig fri

Låt det forsa blod
Slå ditt hjärta iskallt

Branden slukar allt

Vem överlever när denna eld bryter ut
När cirkeln förevigt sluts.
Track Name: Sacrament
Beloved precious rites
Sacred cherished lie

To be saved of guilt from something greater
Can one believe this is still believed in?

Baptized, burn the blood
Turn and veil the sanctum in sinful flood
Tunnel circled thought
Desire choked in knots

To be saved of guilt from something greater
Can one believe this is still believed in?

When all your hope was abandoned
This was the path that you abide

Confess
Accomplished only in your own mind
You are full of fire burned out and blind
Faith has turned into your swords
To prove true a book of myth and words

Liar. Traitor. Killer.
You have earned your name
Death cheater

Chaos justified, to paradise
What is a life but a sacrifice?

Of all in us we bless
None will be holy.
Track Name: Ophiuchus
Split tongue black lung
Two-faced faked grace
Venom welcomed
Gold scaled bloody nails

No hope. No love.

Eyes bleached trust leeched
Rough hands commands

No love. No light.

No light. No heart.

Raise them condemned
No view left through

No heart. No hope.

Love has grown for those sidewinding for control
Vices
Blood and tears turned to fat.
Growing thick
Vices

You have been giving us sweet lies
We accepted in our dimmed eyes
Now we face a hunger that is without an end

Slowly creep you rattle forward
Shed your skin, eat the weak.
Let your color run onward
Shed your skin, eat the weak.

Love has grown//

This we applaud
Us pleading to a fraud
Now we have grown a hunger that is without an end

Slowly creep//

Control

Why do we heed by snakes teach?
How can we love when snakes preach?

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(Additional vocals by Samuel Skoog of TINAGOWTFAY&KRÅKSTAD)
Track Name: Ideals
Immune to an inner sight
Your face is not your own
Patience what they have teached you
To keep you complacent
This way you will be under the hand that feeds you

Coward
Your name a shame
Your fingers crossed
The blame is placed.

Precious nothing
Ideals

We mistake for beauty

The bearer of principles without value stands exalted and adored
The tongue speak words it cannot accept as truth
Bleach your sight and now rest.
Track Name: Meaning
Rest in the ignorance
Feel it at the back of your teeth
The palate of blood thirst

Skin against grinded fangs

The clash of bone and sinew
Preying upon weakness

Progress through the strength of your bite
Wolf jaw

Accepting preconceptions
Accepting preconception

The vice was your own desire
Promised and believed to be fulfilled

Projected and teached solemn worship
Insecurity formed the path
The road is run
Carved deep
Locked in abyss

No ability to look back
In a false sense of loyalty
These eyes fixed and vacant
Desperately seeking meaning

Varggom
Bleed the beast
Skin against teeth

Varggom.
Track Name: Nothing
This world is dead
Interweaved in guilt
From these hands this snake was born

Interlaced by the blood spill
This serpent is the end of us
It breathes

Conscience long lost
A gypsum bust falling apart

Interlaced by the bloodshed
This serpent is the end
Construct
No reverse

War is always war. Never proud
Greed is always greed. Never proud

The plants and weeds rot as they erupt
From the sockets that once had my eyes

Now the snake breathes out
Death.
War.
Religion.
Blood.
Bloom.
Money.
Bronze.
Smoke.

A gypsum bust falling apart
The instincts is just an empty bowl

Ideal means nothing.

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(Additional vocals by Jon Ekström of DÖDSVARG)
Track Name: Fix
Fighting for the next kick

Fighting for those who are making the rules
Those afraid of change get used as tools
Meaningless killings for a meaningless war
This war must end and the prohibiton laws

The system has failed
It is time for a change
Stop all this madness
It is all deranged

Struggling for a fix quick

Twenty-five years for a pocket of ace
No wonder the prisons run out of space
Meaningless killings for a meaningless cause
This war must end with the prohibition laws.

Look around you, what do you see?
This system does not seem right to me
People dying in vain everyday
No vision forward
Just a replay

Why can't we see the way out of this same decay?

No way out
Track Name: Worthless
Just another piece in the game
It does not matter
It is all the same
There is nothing you can do
No future is coming for you

Wasted.
Worthless.

No matter how hard you try
You can never survive

Wasted.
Worthless.

Nothing is ever the way that it seems
Noone will ever hear your screams.
Track Name: Tomma Ord
Trycker ner andra för din egen skull
Vägen till framgång är smutsig och blodfull
Du klättrar uppför stegen ditt skamlösa luder*
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- "Du ska aldrig sticka ut"

Maktbehov
Tomma ord.

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(Additional vocals by Johan Norsebäck of MASSGRAV.
*First verse written by Johan Norsebäck.)
Track Name: Kyriarki
Du tittar på oss som om vi vore smuts
(som om) vi vore ingenting alls
Men alltid har sin tid och vår tid är nu
Bladet är mot din hals

Vi ska resa oss
Revolt
Vår tid är nu
Död åt normer

Trampad och sparkad förnedrad och strypt
Det rör oss inte ett dugg
Allting du gör, gör oss starkare
Förbered dig på vårt mothugg

Vi ska resa oss
Revolt
Vår tid är nu
Död åt normer

Vi river ner kyriarkens ideal att bära.

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(Additional vocals by xBimx of AVVIKA)
Track Name: Disillusion
Twenty-four hours of feeding the brain
with total bullshit just trying to drain
the public from thinking on its own
while the leaders idly sit on their throne

Democracy, freedom and peace
Just an illusion they are trying to sell
We are the ones harassed by police
The ones living the hell

No real choices
Only predetermined death
Nothing gained
Just one day shorter of breath

Oppression will come to an end
We will rise from the ashes

Rebuild what you have done
The revolution has only begun
The days are numbered
Your ways are doomed
Forever buried your ideas entombed

We will not be silenced
We will not give in
After all the blood we have bled
In the end we will win

No more pain
No more lies
It was all in vain
It is time for demise
Track Name: Entombed
Living way over your assets
Spending money on meaningless things
Trying to hide your true self
Happiness money can buy

What have become of your life?
Nothing else left to enjoy
You need to have it all
To cope with your meaningless life

No plan or even a clue what it is all about
Your life is passing by your eyes
Wasting time, but there is no doubt
That everything living finally dies

Your existence a waste of life
Your presence a plague

Break free from the chains of lies
Nothing left for you
Break free from the chains of life
Nothing left to do

You did not care to listen
Or even give a thought
That your own freedom is already bought
Wasting time but there is no doubt
That everything living finally dies

Your possessions made you blind to see
The true tokens of reality

Break free from the chains of lies
Nothing left for you
Break free from the chains of life
Nothing left for you


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(Additional vocals by Sean Whittaker of HELIOSCOPE, HIGH HOPES)
Track Name: Eyes Bleached
Building your walls up to indulge, destroy
Primitive overhead
Cold as stone
In a brief moment divulge
By clarity sight unfurls

Freedom cannot live while their world is kept flat

Now from the rust that is your tongue
Speak

You ridiculed the own thought
Following stream uniformed
Preciously wasted in absence of warmth

Clutches
Your silence has shown nothing but weakness

You are stuck
Scrutinised appearance
Nothing growing in the right direction

By what hammer, what chain
Dare face the blame?
Dare seize the shame?

We are at each others throats for this

Locked up in tunnel vision
We are chasing time like sand
Slipping away barricaded in hate
Misstepping in fearing the unknown
Between structures and past where dim hearts will grow

Caved in
Fewer to see.