Futility Report

by White Ward

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    releases May 12, 2017

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1.
Deviant Shapes
2.
3.
Homecoming
4.
Rain As Cure
5.
Black Silent Piers
6.

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All the efforts are futile.

"Six compositions, six very different conditions and shapes of presentation. From instrumental jazz to black, deep, existential despair. Ruptured and gushing saxophone serves as a kind of glue that binds the whole structure of the album, as a cream between shortcakes of stylistic connotations." - Sasha Proletarsky, Karabas Live (live.karabas.com/novye-albomy-nin-noize-i-drugie/)

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releases May 12, 2017

Line-up:
Andrew Rodin - vocals
Yurii Kazaryan - guitars
Igor Palamarchuk - guitars
Alexey Iskimzhi - saxophone
Andrey Pechatkin - bass
Yurii Kononov - drums

With:
Alexey Sidorenko - lyrics
Vladimir Bauer, Alexandr Smirnov - additional composing contribution

Recorded between 2014-2016 in Odessa/Kherson/Cherkassy, Ukraine at SPK Records, Anvil Records and our homes

Mixed and mastered by Alexey Nagornykh
Artwork by Olia Pishchanska

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White Ward perform intensely deviant music of a noir shade.

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Track Name: Stillborn Knowledge
Silent hell within my mind
I'm deep in thought since I was born
Lethargic vigil fills my dreams
I hear echoes of those who mourn

Mirrors are covered with snow-white sheets
Dismal whispers hide in the corners
What are you doing? Is this a game?
Why do you treat me like a goner?

In single file they come to me
Mumble something, rub their eyes
Voices too low, faces too grim
I just can't get what are you trying to tell me

I have stopped dead in the middle of motion
I am the rock in the centre of mountain stream

My stillborn knowledge disinfects your sympathy
Track Name: Futility Report
Glow of fire storming somewhere in the sky among the stars
Lightens up the countless rooftops with a tender golden light
Under roofs beloved nooses hug the necks now and again
Guard the wrinkled mental health against reality

Embarrassed dead men drag themselves alongside endless walls
Trying to comprehend why they still belong to this world
Embarrassed dead men drag themselves alongside endless walls
Trying to comprehend why they still belong here

Roadways reek of the madness
Noone walks plague-stricken streets
Only lanterns patrolling
Beacons for the restless souls

Drowned men stay in the row
At deserted silent piers
Follow dying old man with their eyes
Full of salty tears

Massive cross of intellect
On the back of mental patient
Presses me into the ground
Shedding pain and desolation

All the efforts are futile
All the attempts are condemned to failure
Heavy rain through all the life
Deafens incoherent prayers

All the efforts are futile
All the attempts are condemned to failure
In the mad world where God
Has become the first self-killer

All the efforts are futile.