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“Trial By Liar,” “Truth doesn't appear to matter anymore and there aren't any consequences for anything. There is a war on information raging and we yearn for the day when judgement is met on these perpetrators.” - Harlott
Australian thrash titans will unleash their "Exsequiis" full-length on September 11th via Metal Blade Records!
It's been 20 years since four teenagers from Melbourne assembled under the name HARLOTT – chosen largely because it would look good on a black t-shirt. After a scorching debut with "Origin" in 2013, the band carved their path through "Proliferation" (2015), "Extinction" (2017), and "Detritus of the Final Age" (2020) sharpening their brand of breakneck, high-tension thrash with every release.
Now, after a six-year gap, "Exsequiis" marks the boldest leap forward in their career. Denser, harsher, and more confident than ever – a razor-sharp sound picture built on world-class guitar work, relentless momentum and lyrics that cast a jaundiced eye over our bitterly divided world. The death of the gods, delivered by thrash metal artisans in the prime of their lives.
"Detritus... was a great experience in digging out sounds and ideas that we would have been too trepidant to explore," explains the band. "For Exsequiis, we went further into that, but with the confidence that it would work as it had done before."
LYRICS:
Spitting out your need to be relevant
Spotlight on your cabaret
The greater the lie the deeper the sating
Addicted to the malaise
Twist the knife and invent the assassin
Lord knows you need someone to blame
Soliloquy that you wrote yourself
Is crafted pure to conjure pain
Falsehood
Breeding mental
Warfare
Resorting to your
Libel
Living for the
Rival
Spurring on the
Infight
Blinded by the
Gaslight
Illuminate the fallacy
Scrutiny reveals what I always knew
Blinded eyes will scream vain
Mutineers play their part
Turn their cloaks
Betray logic for a better tale
The oiled gears crushing the operator of the propaganda hate machine
The fumes of your deception descend
Asphyxiation is the creed
Hierophant
Choke on reason
Tyrant
Final treason
Obsess
Wanton fury
Godless
Purgatory
Despot
Just desertion
Judge not
When you would defy yourself to be judged
And as the fire turns towards the one who lit the flame
And as the liar burns the fuel they carry seals their fate
The deed is done and the gavel is down
Your neck is broken by the weight of the crown
The sentence fitting for skill of the act
The wheels in motion there's no turning back
The perjurer's toll has left you begging to be crucified
The scale of justice has you mourning that you ever lied
A solitude you find yourself in at the turn of tides
Manufactured when you oppress into choosing sides
Commiserations never stood your way
Capitulation is the name of the game
Anticipation of the sympathetic gesture
The venom of your own concoction is the measure
Ripping out the feed to malevolence
Starve the source of your disgrace
The maker
The vile
The agent of hatred
Agitated by the shame
Slip the line and cut out the assailant
The story lacks antagony
A miserere that you sold instead of mastering your own despair
Falsehood
Breeding mental
Warfare
Resorting to your
Libel
Living for the
Rival
Spurring on the
Infight
Blinded by the
Gaslight
Illuminate the fallacy
Seether
Nonbeliever
Persecute
Deprecate
Interdict
Suffocate