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Parasligm Shift

by Xeno Ooze

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1.
Behold this imminent consequence. Horror beyond sanity. Silent waves desiccate. Fear-stream radiates transmutation. Dehumanoozation. Aeons rift and tear. Vomit forth pandemic fear. Unseen Galaxies align. Vibrating signals amplify. Ages bound in emptiness. Timeless king of hallowed wrath. Staring backward from the end. Satiated bathes in black. A terror divine. Shadows cast erode the minds. All that’s known is lost. No worth, no fucking cost. Cloying parasite. Paralysis of plastic blight. Twitching corpse of host. Neon green holocaust. Fear will bleed you, supersede you. And entropy prevails. This coffin closed with rusty nails. Blame that cannot be when meaning has no fucking means. The seventh death has come, aggregate delirium. The parabolicon will reflect cataclysmia. Fear will bleed you, supersede you. Given to the warfare. Given to the warfear. March forth to the end. The sun sets. Lower your head. Close your eyes. Nothing left. Xenological warfare.
2.
Harbinger. Split the seems. Peel back the flesh of The Autarch and cleave the tongues who speak of it. Incite the will. Resolve into the emptiness. Castigate. The Will Arise From within. The realm apart. Homogenize. Bleed black the blood of stars. Eschaton. Time and space amalgamate. Emerge the sum. Salivation, dripping from the maw of silence. Gnashing, masticating on the gristle of eternal. Vorist time-lord satiated by destruction. Vomit. Regurgitate the bones of every broken aeon. Now I am become slime, destroyer of time. Now I am become slime, exterminator of all. Now I am become slime, destroyer of time. Now I am become slime and death reigns. Drown.
3.
Scorn. Bricks made of putrefied flesh collapsing into distortion. Crumble upon desolation. Decaying, burning god. Bandage adheres to wound. Cascading through dimensions, your fear becomes you. Now you must shed. Black bars, dead death. Staring back through cataract into oblivion. Suffocating, seething viscera en nauseam. Calcified amygdala now ossify agonia. Fields of Valeria are fallow plagued with endless thunder. Tear the flesh from the bone. Cut the cord to spite the fucking mind. Destruction from within, secreting through the skin. Eyes roll and mind goes numb, thy will reigns over and becomes. Black bars, dead death. Lacerate the spine of being, one with the reviled. Wanton self annihilation. Decomposed to shit. Separate yourself into the king in tattered cloak. The writhing germs, bliss of severance. Perishing host. Wizard of ooze.
4.
This phantom limb's aching's constant, and longs to again sense the searing caress of laceration. Agonizing echoes of pins and needles ever-piercing. Bite through the tendons. Gnashing through the wound, hemorrhaging. Cut life from limb. Cauterizing foul, despoiled flesh. Tantalizing, savoring the taste on bated breath. Rotting away. Necrotized waste. Pain of the gnawing won't seem to fade. Bleeding, pulsating, and stinging sensations in extremities never will cease.
5.
Subterranean catacombs, colonies of sapien feed. Dwelling silently, blind and numb, consuming their own breed. Evolution has stood still as aeons pass. Flesh fodder regresses to formless, broken mass. In the dark their minds turn soft, trapped from birth. Rats in the walls guide men down to the bowels of the Earth. Envisioned in dreams, scurrying vermin rushing forth for the chance to feed. Corrupted flesh, quadruped abomination, haven of death. Hereditary cruelty and bloodlust entwined. “Evil and sorrow to thee and thine.” The Earth is weeping only because it must. The bones of mothers returned to cosmic dust. Time is seeping through tombs of rust. The Earth is weeping. The walls are breathing.
6.
Destroy, oh conqueror. Writhing continuum, lay dormant no longer. Manifesting through the Pineal Eye, ravage The Known when materialized. Celestial horrors beyond the realms of space and slime contort the paradigm. Destroy the slopposition. Deconstruct the fibers of being. Forsake all semblance of perceiving. Sever the body, the mind, and the soul. Cast out what's left to fade into the coals. Withered to nothing before dust can collect. Forgotten ages in dimension's vertex.
7.
Abominable. Unavoidable. Spawning hatred. Indomitable. Inescapable. Breeding contempt. Hide, weep, the brood will run you down. Scream to the void as they pick apart all you are until there is naught but a husk. A shell lined with the weak iridescence of hope. Crushed by the weight of the behemoth. Born inside the maw. Unfathomable abyss of invisible oppression. Buried by millennia, the truth lay unreachable. Turn off your perception. They want you to drink from their well of content. crack the cistern, Pierce through the veil that hides the shadows of greed. Whole of the Maw. Crushed by its jaws.
8.
Caged slave of ancients and eons of finite. An era of nothing. Time is a construct. Colossus of error. Rusted god-mind satellite. Shadows dancing in green light. Mountains hanging from the sky. Here, you will come apart. Crawl until there's nothing left. Torn pillars of broken flesh. Forgotten in oblivion. You will suffer what you are. Kill the self. Splinter the shell. Starve leeching on bones. Lungs choked with rust. Dead consciousness. Embrace the end and time will waste you all. Buried by slime and dust. No hope for there to be lost. Buried by slime and dust. Of man nor god we are not.

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released November 1, 2019

"This band’s weapon of choice crosses elements of Grindcore and Death Metal but it’s safe to place them much closer to the grind time side of that particular spectrum (maybe with a little Rhythm and Ooze). Their sound is brutally bestial, coldly technical, and in some ways… purposefully sloppy as hell."
- www.thecirclepit.com/2019/11/xeno-ooze-parasligm-shift-album-review

"It's frantic, well-played and undeniably savage"
www.collective-zine.co.uk/reviews/?id=11544

"This band has their fingers on the pulse of disgusting creatures from the outer limits."
- cvltnation.com/xeno-ooze-parasligm-shift/

"It’s a great mix of sound that has gone into making this album. There is several different elements gone into the sound, there is a blend of Slamming Death Metal and Grindcore, and it works."
- www.metal-temple.com/site/catalogues/entry/reviews/cd_3/x_2/xeno-ooze-parasligm.htm

"If you couldn't already tell, I'm somewhat excited about this new project and hyped to hear what they might have in store for us in future (hopefully longer) releases as well. It's an above average first outing as far as the genre is concerned."
- metaltrenches.com/reviews/raffy-reviews-xeno-ooze-parasligm-shift-2217

"Imagine what would happen if you could buy bags of death metal, crust, grindcore, and powerviolence at your local market, throw big handfuls of all that stuff into a blender, liberally lubricate it with alien blood fresh from the refrigerators at Area 51, spice up the mix with amphetamines and lysergic acid, puree the shit out of it, and then chug it straight down without breathing. Sound good? Actually, you don’t have to tax your imaginations, you just have to listen to Parasligm Shift, the debut album by the deviant three-piece Phoenician band Xeno Ooze. "
- www.nocleansinging.com/2019/10/24/an-ncs-premiere-xeno-ooze-xenological-warfare/

"Highly recommended album for physical release. It’s a reliable romp and the artwork is intriguing, bringing to mind a sense of dread and ooze."
noobheavy.com/microdose-xeno-ooze-parasligm-shift-2019/

"If you like Slugdge‘s thematic but wished they grind’d n slam’d rather than shined n slimed then Xeno Ooze is made for you."
- toiletovhell.com/the-friday-catch-up/

"Xeno Ooze are clearly having fun and know how to write some grind-your-entire-head-off jams... Oozimus, Sludgehammer, and Father Fungus are serious craftsmen."
- yourlastrites.com/2019/11/18/xeno-ooze-parasligm-shift-review/

Artwork: Arifullah Ali @slayrep on Instagram

All lyrics and music written, performed, engineered, & Mastered by Xeno Ooze.

Xeno Ooze is:
Oozimus Slaximus: Seer & Prophet of Slime
Father Fungus: Archbishop of the Unholy Ooze
Sludgehammer Slimeblast: God of Goo


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