вЂњIn any case, civilization has made mankind if not more blood-thirsty, at least more vilely, more loathsomely blood-thirsty вЂ¦ now, we do think bloodshed abominable and yet, we engage in this abomination, with more energy than ever. However, for sheer atomic mass, the beating heart of вЂњBorderlandsвЂќ must be the albumвЂ™s final, twenty-one minute excursion to the center of the territory that The Myrrors seek to map-namely, вЂњNote From the Underground,вЂќ a Dostoyevsky-referencing drone that wordlessly reflects on that bookвЂ™s less-than-optimistic tone: This dynamic dance of conflicting emotions finds its contours on tracks like the meditative вЂњBiznagasвЂќ and the propulsive вЂњFormaciones RojasвЂќ, which, for all of their otherworldly-ness, wouldnвЂ™t be tremendously out of place if described as an outtake from DylanвЂ™s вЂњDesire,вЂќ recalling the genius contributions of one Scarlet Rivera. ItвЂ™s a crestfallen crusade of sanguinary sound that spreads across the album as a whole, an impression powered in no small part by the echoes of dervishes danced by Sufi mystics in centuries-old efforts to open other borders, as it were. Often ominous in its ambience, вЂњBorderlandsвЂќ begins with an appropriately Albert Ayler-ish blast of вЂњAwakening,вЂќ which serves as a short, slumber-shattering introduction to вЂњThe Blood That Runs the Border.вЂќ Here, The Myrrors sound somewhat haunted and heartbroken, while nevertheless driven and determined. Instead, thereвЂ™s only confirmation-an intoxicating combination of outlook and output that clarifies and crystallizes the bandвЂ™s many sonic strengths throughout the albumвЂ™s fantastically unfolding forty-plus minutes. If you see The Myrrors as the dust-caked disciples of a specific strain of desert-drone mysticism, thereвЂ™s little on вЂњBorderlandsвЂќ, their fourth full-length Myrrors album released in as many years, to dissuade you from that vision. You can see what you want to see when you stare in to the world of The Myrrors, and to some degree, you can also hear what you want to hear on their expansive, extraordinary new album, вЂњBorderlandsвЂќ вЂ“ an album that nominally references the collective boundaries we draw, all the while offering a soundtrack for setting forth strategies that either ignore or erase our self-made barriers. Thousands of faces peering through the glassДЇlesh colored corpses feeding on the sounds The mind might find some meaning here but To destroy what they thought they might recieveД«ut still I see no answers where the answers should lie I've seen the war when the blood ran thick

So tell me where you stand when they come for you The plight of our brothers and our sisters when Back through the ages we have seen it said

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