GAEREA

 

Origen: Portugal, Oporto.

Formados: 2016

Estilo: Black

Temática: Autodestrucción, entumecimiento mental, misantropía y narcisismo

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Miembros: 

• Diogo Mota Batería
• Guilherme Henriques Guitarras y voces
• Lucas Ferrand Bajo

Discografía:

• Gaerea EP 2016
• Unsettling Whispers CD 2018
• Limbo CD 2020
• Salve Single 2022  
• Mantle Single 2022  
• Mirage Single 2022  
• Mirage CD 2022

LIMBO (2020)

Segundo larga duración para los portugueses que en su corta existencia ha experimentado una explosión de popularidad sin precedentes, con un black de sonido monolítico y potente que transita por terrenos conocidos de bandas como Mgla en lo musical y de Harakiry for the Sky en el plano temático, sirva estas referencias como ejemplo de lo puede dar de si este "Limbo". Gaerea ofrecen un sonido contundente y muy potente, sin apenas fisuras y con menos elementos pertenecientes a otros estilos. "Limbo" contiene seis temas, de los cuales cuatro se acercan o superan los diez minutos y es ahí donde "Limbo" ofrece sus mejores momentos. Temas como "Glare" o "Mare" son perfectos exponentes del sonido de Gaera, un black intenso de momentos rápidos y desconcertantes, riffs ampulosos, ausencia casi de cualquier atisbo de melodía, un componente brutal de doble bombo que funciona como una apasionadora y dota a su música de un fuerza explosiva y las voces, llenas de rabia, dan como resultado un sonido potente, repleto de rabia y violencia. Sin embargo a lo largo de esta maraña de sonido también hay espacio para que la música fluya sin impedimentos, con una sustancial bajada de ritmo, sin perder el tono agresivo y contundente eso si, se nos presenta un sonido mucho más metal, alejado de los convencionalismos y que va dibujando un paisaje de hastío que sirve como antesala del reventón de sonido black que vendrá a continuación. Puede ser que sea un trabajo más monolítico y directo, con menos experimentación, como si la fuerza de la contundencia de su propuesta no permitiera que el sonido del álbum corriera con mayor libertad, pero por otra parte nos se le pude negar la intensidad y la profundidad de este "Limbo". (8,3).

Season of Mist

1. To Ain 11:15

No oppression on the horizon Not a single lie spit by tongue As an aimless vagabond I fall Addicted to lethal life, its so magnificent The great boundary among the enlightened Their blackened visions feed from thy memorials Provocative veil is lifted Vain, avaricious, dead Their irony exceeds them And the cost: Everything Grotesque flaws Everyday neurosis The sound of silence relieves me Consumes me Inflicting Chaos, To Ain! Nothing he believes is real As I keep sliding back to life This is my last flight Still silent, serene Howls from the past And the birds are not flying high A muted scream suffocates my mind Is lethargy keeping us alive? I will not let these flames take me Sunrise behind the curtain so peaceful of mind He's a fantasist. A wanderer of the Void I learned not to fear infinity Seems more like a burden than a source of joy Going up the stairs I tend to jump through the fields of glass These are the colors Colors of eternity One by one With arms wide open We will fall To Ain! Chilling whispers Teardrops you won't hear the calling Weeping rivers, flowing in haunted seas In waves Out of key you are, you're so.... This golden dawn will dive with me Along the shining idols Twinkle the milky way of life Stretched to the point of never-ending line Ten thousand stories remain untold I hate mankind, for I am What is a man? A miserable pile of secrets Cold and vacant The strange, uncanny, mysterious And as I fall Into the abyss of this mundane world I stare and glare, my boundaries extent One by one With arms wide open We will fall To Ain!   

2. Null 06:00

 Swallowed by Dejection

The cartridge I wore

The golden one was left behind

Perverse I secretly am

God knew it better

My scars could attest

My dispassionate pleasure

Ripping the skin from bone

The torment of flesh

The shell that encloses

As heavy as stone

My heart may endure

Under the sun

This Familiar pain

I assumed an ultimate form

Splendid and passionate

Pearls of hunger

Ripple through my bones

More sorrow than madness

Than I have ever known

Set the eyes on fire

Blazing Red

Inner screams

Echoes in my skull

Anger pulses

A trashing stream in my veins

My gnarled body

A trapping cage

A torturous smile

Indulgence blends with grief

They beg for more

But they do so in vain

My head still thrashes

Demanding to be heard

The boundaries between perception

And reality still dim

Transcending thoughts

For one day

Tainted body and mind

Will do nothing but obey

I am phenomenal

Fierce, strong, and audacious

I am proud to be owned

I’m honored to be His slave

With passion I serve Him

With gratitude I bend my knees

He awakens the deepest parts of me

Where once I couldn't fell

3. Glare 07:15

Slackly watching the glare of the bucolic hills Stumbling in mirrors without blindfolds aside Jubilating the chants of a broken past When the fear steps in, blind man can see If we all fear, we will be forever blind The reflex of a strained face Not a single broken mirror screen Sense of Tomorrow Black puddle of mudd Unfolds the path Unstoppable carnage of unfaithful dreams In this somber world, one can never behold us An obscure meeting, a screen that is so dirt Infant Dreams Reveal the glare 360 degrees of light Dont be fooled by the mask we create For this is all a lie Blending affections Departed souls wonder a showcase of pride Burning desire of Blindness Just watching it passing by Wasting time Living the most obsolete life And searching for ways to escape Fall into the deepest coma This putrid sphere deserves no lightness Once so brave with its flaunting walls Fashion of reflections Vanity of a gloomy life A brighter world, a gentle gaze A field of withered grass Visible glittering at sunlight The sweet glances can show a shred of our code A voyage of fractured thrills Dripping down from the waterfall The glow from the gems outshines the moonlight The reflex of a pale face Not a single broken display Sense of the Future May your ripped out chest Rot in the Sky From the waters that I'm damned to cross The glimpse of darkness Memories of a forgotten world I know no other way Sickened of prowl on a celestial stone Through frosted avenue We walk alone A massive vortex To unfold the truthful breach  

4. Conspiranoia 09:14

Reflections of what you are Imagination is overpriced Sadly rooted, an old version of myself So passionately in others minds That can't be seen As anything else They think I desire no affection Cutting Strings Escaping reality Leave it all behind As If it was only myself No one seems to notice My mind is my own paradise Trapped inside I can see clearly now Risks are getting higher I don't need your consent A man on the spectrum The darkest shade to define fate Spread the arms away My demons should be GLORIFIED The dark lurks through the night WICKED SOUL A loop of flesh and blood Never look back Don't question myself Poison my mind Eyes dazzling Heart pure gold Contagious No equal form Its threatening A bone taken from The elder men Uttering words Seem so unreal Why do I feel Unrivaled And just yearn For a kind face While the others long to be In some distant fate Between what is and what is not absorbed by us Men would rather walk through the Void Advantage, Satisfaction In conspiracy with its equals Possessing the quiet and ultimate truth He shall fall from afar Mesmerized by the breeze's flavour Suspended in Space-time Falling headlong in the most impressive way Against the Human race  

5. Urge 04:49

 A recipe for a hazard built out of scraps

Time is but a putrid conception

To get loose from this drug fuelled romp

A lighting second take out your breath

Deeper, Nastier

Discriminate the sense of right or wrong

Express core will tremble

Neurolic Obsession knows no rest

No brighter path

On a slash of sugar truths

PAIN

Ostracize the taste of Men

DEATH

Satisfaction by Passion

URGE

Decimation in Darkness

Madness embrocates my breath

The Ocean of being rips us apart

The fall of the wanderer amuses his master

Distance. Closure, Love

Pleasant Numbness

Psychic structure

Skin exudation

Unsavory thoughts

A mold covered nest

Teardrops

Empty conscience

Flanked by a timbered realm

Under the orb

Of a pale blue sky

Awareness lips

Celestial candlelight

Whispers of silence

So sacred above

Dogged with your unsettling whisper

Doting eyes staring down at them

Endless seclusion is the only choice

Factual desire is a fable

The Deaf will surpass it's creator

Splitting their lives apart

Shrilling of Silver tongues

Future dreams deep down in codeine spoons

Swallowed by the almighty dictator

Who wrote their noxious code

No blood pressure cut down on your throat

Full pleasure on our sculpture of flesh

"How to transcend this sensual emptiness.

This urge, wrestle, resurrection of dry sticks,

Cut stems struggling to put down feet,

What saint strained so much,

Rose on such lopped limbs to a new life?

We won't figure out who he is

But who we are through hearing him

Discomfort and humour

PAIN

For the blank scum

DEATH

We miss our desire

URGE

I miss having lust 

6. Mare 13:11

  Thy sadness hung around us

An uniform of tailored tears

Clear vision starts to fade away

When freedom was missed

You should scamper away into black abyss

Loneliness crawls under the skin

An undertone voice shouts through the wind

Mountains were tumbled down one by one

On this wide earth the horizon reveals the ocean

Overflowing in ecstasy

Magnificent azure

A lantern uncovers the road

Spectrum of a banshee wrapped in disguise

We have just found a new paradise

This time without any mistakes

Saturation muffled by the pain

Been there with them all through the land of nothing

Broken hourglass

This way leads us to the great fountain

We're stuck in the desert of sand

Wondering if oasis shall be attained

Sunshine is no more

A cloud moves scarcely in the dusk

Will we see any stars

We are the gazers of fondness

Floods of sea foam will melt away

Anxious and numb we await

And a clearly reveals

May our Liberaling mind crash in the shores...

Gentle pond of grease

Under the green seaweed

Set on the banks of a paralyzed routine

We stop to wonder the Iron bridge

The Black Swan flashes

Like windy arcs of bounty

Under a gloomy blanket of shadows

In a celestial and golden sky

Painted in the eyes of the Promised Land

Only slack memories

Passion has fled for the greater call

I'll run on your command

Gentle breeze of the sea

I hear you calling my name

Dancing with the waves on the coast

Drowned in these waters

Waves of a vain life

Sliding away from the world we once recalled

Cant control breathing

Each breath is so heavy

The core slowly fades

I soak on my blood...

  51:44

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