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Total

by Hausu

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1.
a midday lack, I'm sworn into restless days and cold wet shoes I am here under your s?n chrysanthemum if our bodies were to meet it would feel like this, cathartic and empty swirling distance from the stairs, cold and gray when you wake up in my room without me you're like a tomb, you are closed to me in my soul i'll keep you close to me as children we walked in thru garden gates cloaked in fog with nothing but our bodies i am your s?n chrysanthemum
2.
Leaning Mess 04:28
there is something i'm wont to say i feel it resting in the frigid sound tarnished body is my human mess a solitary kingdom for a Pyrrhic son isn't hard to tell that love's wasting breath has found me one brush with death to another til he's angry enough to fight there is no why I did it because it was beautiful, it feels good i need more moments like these into the depths my only concern is apparition a predestined repetition all through to the end this horrid sun-stained flesh bears itself a screen to projections of the world and arms eyes and breasts are branches and growth of my own cold detachment you now is the only condition of your having ever been born into the world, a celestial target we shower together but are never clean failure that's enough
3.
1991 - 2091 02:24
bridge is out crush me, in doubt couldn't afford to buy the food he thought he'd need to live eat that which makes you ill, the soured food dost never fill we are living the same lie, my grip is weakening needle arm four years in peaceful drought of mother's fears proffered (sick) body on the sand i can't wait for you to pull it out and come back to yourself
4.
Gardenia 05:02
you asked me to go to the graveyard my heart shakes in its "boots" <---- i=""> did i really write that lyric?? you were the sun to light up the winter now you're wilting in a vase on my window followed you from the cemetery walked you home, you were with me but i was alone and all the things that I had thought i might say had dribbled out and dissipate in front of my face I don't wanna talk about it anymore, i just wanna feel like im living again i just wanna move back home, and see my parents and cats i dont wanna talk about it anymore, i just wanna go back to sleep & im trapped in the garden, with no books to read or cigarettes to be smoked and you're here guarding me from any force that might do me harm.
5.
Recovery 05:40
best of luck to he whose luck applies to they outside to me of him he's breathing out a lozenge its auspicious, the way she came home she set it up, i saw it with a tear, i knew. the pressure's on, i boiled you planned it out, wash your hands, turn all around, call your mom, love her still, you never asked for much its a waste of time, smoker again easy friend want it all the fucking time.
6.
Tetsuo 03:16
7.
John Codeine 02:28
i'm wearing her like my best shirt a strong odor, a flesh's worth estranged from solitude the bliss i was born out of the city aura is reified a slicing wind which cuts that slippery lethargy, it builds inside, breaking into your house and sleeping in bed with you Petrarchan laura, she signifies, oh, a hollow sign, but still yeah i still feel ok in a tight cocoon becoming a body
8.
Vasari Joust 04:55
said it twice, to feel it again sickening, we've been here all night cloiser-punk a wastrel's dream, a set's up i dunno, the club or the cell, fathering boredom love it smells lovely but i fall deeply "how to get high when you're always low" obssession as a reflex parrot's beak but weed always speaks listen make space for it to come i cannot describe its contours to you grow a second skin in which to hide its impossible, indulge my own erasure then rest on the couch the impenetrable; locked up cloven soiled reflexive fabrication's energy, speaking of a temporal god said it twice, say it again you're on a failing path with me but without it i get sick i dunno
9.
Kool Off 03:15
bodies recoded are moving, sickness in to health i wanna dance all night long i wanna dance the night away reasons becoming elusive there's nothing like it in the world so don't even try to rescind it or remove it just feel it i wanna dance all night set up, sit up and put down move all around here wasted movements are weakened thoughts set up, sit up and put down a potted plant a persian rug our boundaries we trace our boundaries agony is waiting for all they mistaken speak in clear and empty voice bleating, freeing
10.
Bleak 05:02
where lies the difference between death of the body and i cant taste it anymore senseless serve on ice kissing we'll evaporate sublimated yearning this will be the last time you hear from me sleep well in your loneliness call me when you're up feating in the garden eating off youer closthe call upon the gods to give a life so easy faith will never be enough to quench my thirst

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Hausu's unique identity lies not in a desire to emulate or imitate those who came before them, but is instead constructed by slicing up the tiny details throughout the wide scope of rock music's history that have shaped them as individual people, and re-arranging them into a collage: the focused totality of what it means to be a Rock Music Performance Group.

Their restraint and attention to detail is increasingly rare in a world plagued by short attention spans and the lust for instant gratification. "Total" is the Portland quartet's very first release after several years of existence, the product of patiently taking time to refine their message, delivery and musical skills. The result is a collection of 10 songs that are tightly wound into a braid that draws deep from the well of hardcore and punk, but is executed with an aesthetic more akin to post-punk, emo or even 90s alternative rock.

While the range of styles and musical complexity exhibited throughout "Total" appears jarring and dissonant on first impression, these variations serve as crucial elements to the multi-faceted nature of having four people in a band following four different paths to their singular vision. The final work is smooth, accessible and complete within the context of itself.

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released June 25, 2013

Featuring artwork by Neil Gregerson (Naomi Punk) & Hausu. Recorded & mixed by Dylan Wall. Mastered by Ben Greenberg (of The Men, Hubble, Zs).

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