Thief - Bleed, Memory [Full Album Player, 2024]

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01] Apparitions 00:00
02] Cinderland 03:22
03] Paramnesia 07:07
04] Pneuma Enthusiastikon 10:24
05] Prankquean 14:31
06] Dead Coyote Dreams 17:32
07] Bleed, Memory 21:07
08] Dulcinea 25:19
09] Behemouth 30:09
10] Hexproof 34:22
11] Pissing 36:20
12] To Whom It May Concern 39:33
Dementia is a thief. It robs its victims piece by piece of their memory, identity, family and friends, and often enough even their human dignity. On their fourth full-length album, "Bleed, Memory" Los Angeles-based electronic experimentalists THIEF explore the theme of 'memory' both lyrically and musically, which runs as a bold dotted line throughout the album. The solo project's mastermind, Dylan Neal, was largely inspired for this album after witnessing his father, who had recently been diagnosed with dementia, transition from bouts of forgetfulness and confusion to acute episodes of false memories, delusions, visions, and strange behaviour. This makes "Bleed, Memory" a very personal creation and the experience has led Neal to question his own memories and explore how they shape his identity and reality. Memories are not just the stories we tell ourselves and others and this is evident in Neal's comparison of them to ghosts. Those have no corporal existence, yet scare those who believe in them. Once again, the backbone of THIEF is made up of sampled sacred chant music. Some were sampled from crate digging, and some recorded at various orthodox churches. These samples got stretched, cut, mangled, morphed, and pitched to function like its own ethereal instrument. Neal deliberately designed "Bleed, Memory" to sound haunted. One of the techniques that he used to achieve this effect is 'granular synthesis'. The more prominent use of granular synthesis on this record means that samples got split into small blips of audio, barely exceeding 100 milliseconds. This unique approach, amalgamating musical elements from ambient, industrial, choral music, black metal, and trip-hop, among other influences, into a new sonic experience, has long granted THIEF a cult status among the initiated. Neal once more recorded and mixed most of the album in his apartment. For the mastering he managed to win John Greenham again, whose collaborations include artists ranging from THE LOCUSTS and KATY PERRY to DEATH GRIPS, and who has received three Grammy Awards in 2019 that honoured his mastering for BILLIE EILISH. With "Bleed, Memory", THIEF deliver a dark yet beautiful artistic contemplation of a terrible affliction that is at the same time conveying anger, melancholy, sorrow, and loss as a Gesamtkunstwerk (synthesis of all arts) lyrically, musically, and visually. Beware this sonic ghost will haunt the memories of its listeners!
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[@cathy_moss7w786]

Every lyric, so you don't have to find them!
~ *APPARITIONS* ~
I think there might be someone else
In my house hiding
I keep finding things rearranged
And I hear pacing
If I could kiss your pretty wounds
I would but only the foolish return to the scene of the crime
Lonely
I can’t seem to get you out of my mind
Help me
I guess I’m haunted until you feel like you have shown me
Freedom
~ *CINDERLAND* ~
Farewell pale repents
Farewell lone torment
I have poisoned the pool in the lion's den
I have torn from the womb the born again
I found my name
And it rhymes with dead
Welcome back my priest
Welcome night unleashed
From this view in the cinderland
Where nothing grows and nothing stands
From this view in the cinderland
I found my name
And it rhymes with dead
There is no abyss
Only thoughts about it
Killed it or something I killed it or something I killed it or something
You know I wanted to
~ *PARAMNESIA* ~
In the museum filled with artifacts
That have never existed
Bullets decorate the walls beautifully
From a gun that never fired
And I swear to you it is not true
Whatever your mind might lie to you
And I swear no one officer
Visited before they died
Memories of a ghost that have risen from
A body that never died
I watched your mind destroy the past
And regret the future
And I swear to you it is not true
Whatever your mind might lie to you
And I swear no one officer
Visited before they died
Paramnesia
~ *PNEUMA ENTHUSIASTIKON* ~
Am I still coming up or have I crossed over to the other side
Do the cops know do the cops know do the cops know do the cops know
Is this my blood or the splatter of my family
Pneuma enthusiastikon
God rot
Terror ubique
My hubris has bitten me
Do the cops know do the cops know do the cops know
Is the man dead is the mean dead is he
Please someone take me out
Snuff this mortal flame
Meathook of consciousness
Yearned knot implodes you
Pneuma enthusiastikon
~ *PRANKQUEAN* ~
All rise
Little did I know there was want for naught
Little did I know she could smell the rot
And I need to confess
I need to confess
Little did I know there was room for loss
Little did I know I’m the albatross
And I need to confess
There are bodies under the floor
All things come in threes
Like the six on her dress of gore
Every fire lit has been started by her
Cosmic arson
Everything you taste is the flesh of a child
Killed by her
Trust her knife though microscopic it
Hurts where you need to feel
Divine scourge and iron swords cut the
Stone made of flesh
Little did I know there was want for naught
~ *DEAD COYOTE DREAMS* ~
I peeked and I saw god masterbating on the night shift
If he’d been on guard at the graveyard he’d have caught the thief
She took you away from here left feeble and dumbstruck
If you had a mouth you’d scream about dead coyote dreams
Yes once a sinner but now a coward
And what about your own unholy matrimony
Clandestine and technicolor
I saw the birth of my mother
But nothing could have shown me what she ended up doing to you
No more songs to sing
No more bells to ring
No more gun to aim
No more god to blame
And now divorced now who’s the sinner
And who’s the saint
And who’s for dinner
What happens to the light when a tomb is forever sealed
Where does the heat go from a body that is never healed
When I hear night’s death song rising from the last breath of day
I see it not let a cry but accept it and give way.
~ *BLEED, MEMORY* ~
There was a sadness in bloom
Growing inside her tomb
There was a madness
It spoke of you
I tell stories
Such lovely stories
And you’d love them too
And maybe one day I’ll learn to love
Shoot out the sky from a falling dove
I tell stories
Such lovely stories
And you’d love them too
It lingers in abandoned castles
Breathing out death and decay
Fleeting in the corner of my eye
Dragging my insides
Around her scaffold
I fell for it again
The ghost inside my head
The photos I found of you
You look dead
~ *DULCINEA* ~
I’m gonna tell you my one darkest secret
Took a life and hid it in this orchestral pit
Let me take drag of your ghost I’ll inhale
Let me take a bite of your throat I’ll impale
So sing forever for me sweet angel
Let's die together and destroy heaven’s bells
You are the gun woman in my novella
Just married pulling a dead cinderella
Hide your father’s body
And lie forever for me sweet angel
Let's die together my black angel
~ *BEHEMOUTH* ~
The struggle is more fun than growth
Like the ritual feels better than the high
I never conquer anything I’m just swallowed whole
And convince me right now that this night sky
It is not leviathan swallowing the world whole
And the stars hang proof all knowing we are not alone
All hear the buried sing
Death be not our tragedy
Forever forever sings in all in all eternity
I cannot fall if I abide
See the tyrant pining to snare the sun
Unaware that which burns makes him grow
Wilt thou follow me inside of fear
I believe in you
Although the crowds may be spitting
I believe in you
Although the skies my be trembling
I believe in you
And your legs might be shaking
I believe in you
And as the Behemouth greets you
I believe in you
~ *PISSING* ~
Word on hell street is that you are
Trying to change your life
But your actions they say
What you really want
You’ve been pissing in the fountain of youth
Trust me man I have been there
Pain will take your pride away
No one can rest your axe so you must try
I’ve seen heroes like you die
You’ve been pissing in the fountain of youth
I wish you could see what I see
Don’t make me pray for you all night
So low so low so low
I always find you low
How much deeper can you dig
The bottom’s when you drop the shovel
~ *TO WHOM IT MAY CONCERN* ~
By hook or by crook I’ve turned from love to hide
I’m trying to return to the place before I learned to lie
This fear towers ancient in my blueprints before I could write
To whom it may concern this is what my healing looks like
Ok goodbye noOooOOOoow :)

[@arckas1906]

Dark dreamy melancholic ambient trip ⚡⚡⚡

[@francoisdujardin2760]

Damn ! So good ! Absolutly love the ambiance🔥

[@SKarolina9]

Excellent album! 💯😀❤

[@sapyor]

Very interesting and unusual work, deserves close attention.

[@EruIluvatar5]

Thank you for another beautiful, horrifying offering. Thief never misses. ❤

[@abacate4492]

Great tunes

[@_poison_tree9409]

Obcecada ❤ eu tô apaixonada por isso !!! 😮❤

[@Chyguy]

Phenomenal.

[@luiscuervo9516]

Love it ❤ 🇲🇽 🎉 !

[@flaviometal]

Sweet! It's like they put some vocals on songs taken from a Shin Megami Tensei game.

[@Xadosempire]

/Salute