Cryo Chamber | God Body Disconnect - Patient Interview #8 The Rail of Revenge @cryochamberlabel | Uploaded June 2023 | Updated October 2024, 3 days ago.
Post-rock Dark Ambient Atmosphere from God Body Disconnect
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God Body Disconnect has become legendary for his masterful approach to expressing dark personal subject matter. Bruceâs 8th solo album âThe Weight of Regressionâ drags us down to the mysterious, brooding pathways of the innermost self. Based on his experiences in psychiatric hospitals, mental illness, and a chaotic past, Bruce serves us a harrowing story dealing with traumas, regrets, and gnawing thoughts of revenge.
"Iâm awakened by the slam of the back doors of an ambulance closing. My first instinct is to sit up, but I soon realize Iâm strapped down to a gurney surrounded by two cops and a nurse. After a futile struggle to break loose, the nurseâs needle pokes my arm, pulling me back down to the world of slumber.
Iâm suddenly awakened again by the slam of the doors, but now Iâm outside. Is it day or night? Iâm so disoriented from the sedatives I canât tell. Iâm quickly rolled out onto the pavement as misty tears spray down from the gloomy clouds upon my face. With a crooked, upside down view from the gurney, a large Asylum perched upon a hill comes in my sight. They donât call them Asylums anymore, now theyâre referred to as âPsychiatric Hospitalsâ, however the use of modern semantics doesnât provide me any comfort as I enter my new home. Once we pass through the sliding doors, the memories all start to come back. Iâve been here before. I can remember roaming the halls for hours, passing by other glassy eyed patients, and impatiently waiting for our next fix of chemical concoctions. I remember my time in âThe Quiet Roomâ, a dreadful place where they feed you with deafening silence. Iâm no stranger to hallucinations, but the things you see and hear in there brand a mark in your mind. You can easily become lost in that tiny room.
I canât tell if Iâm here again because the illnesses have simply become too powerful for me to manage, or the anger and turbulent life I once lived have finally caught up with me. Either way, Iâve regressed, and the weight of trying to hold my life together just became too much again."
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Post-rock Dark Ambient Atmosphere from God Body Disconnect
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God Body Disconnect has become legendary for his masterful approach to expressing dark personal subject matter. Bruceâs 8th solo album âThe Weight of Regressionâ drags us down to the mysterious, brooding pathways of the innermost self. Based on his experiences in psychiatric hospitals, mental illness, and a chaotic past, Bruce serves us a harrowing story dealing with traumas, regrets, and gnawing thoughts of revenge.
"Iâm awakened by the slam of the back doors of an ambulance closing. My first instinct is to sit up, but I soon realize Iâm strapped down to a gurney surrounded by two cops and a nurse. After a futile struggle to break loose, the nurseâs needle pokes my arm, pulling me back down to the world of slumber.
Iâm suddenly awakened again by the slam of the doors, but now Iâm outside. Is it day or night? Iâm so disoriented from the sedatives I canât tell. Iâm quickly rolled out onto the pavement as misty tears spray down from the gloomy clouds upon my face. With a crooked, upside down view from the gurney, a large Asylum perched upon a hill comes in my sight. They donât call them Asylums anymore, now theyâre referred to as âPsychiatric Hospitalsâ, however the use of modern semantics doesnât provide me any comfort as I enter my new home. Once we pass through the sliding doors, the memories all start to come back. Iâve been here before. I can remember roaming the halls for hours, passing by other glassy eyed patients, and impatiently waiting for our next fix of chemical concoctions. I remember my time in âThe Quiet Roomâ, a dreadful place where they feed you with deafening silence. Iâm no stranger to hallucinations, but the things you see and hear in there brand a mark in your mind. You can easily become lost in that tiny room.
I canât tell if Iâm here again because the illnesses have simply become too powerful for me to manage, or the anger and turbulent life I once lived have finally caught up with me. Either way, Iâve regressed, and the weight of trying to hold my life together just became too much again."
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