Monument Fever from Rebuilt by Accession
A frantic pulse drives the initial moments, an immediate impression of something being forcefully assembled from the wreckage. This track embodies the relentless drive to construct meaning from disorder, channeling a feverish intensity that feels both desperate and deeply human. Here, the struggle is palpable, hands metaphorically bleeding as fragments of hope are pieced together. The unique polyrhythmic architecture, where disparate time signatures initially clash, then gradually converge, mirrors the central tension of the human need for permanence against the inevitability of collapse. It's an exploration of how disparate elements, like glitched ambient textures and soaring post-rock guitars, can somehow coalesce into something unexpectedly coherent, even beautiful. The emergence of art pop melodies from dense layers of cathedral reverb feels like finding a strange, resonant hymn in the very noise that threatened to overwhelm. This composition, with its journey from manic energy to crystalline clarity, suggests a universal impulse—a shared cultural yearning to rebuild, to find grace in what's broken, demonstrating how even the most fractured signals can align into a unified, compelling statement.
Tracklist
| 2. | Monument Fever | 3:54 |
Lyrics
Build it higher, make it last
Bleed your fingers on the glass
Collect the pieces from the wreckage floor
Stack them crooked but they still stand tall
Every fragment cuts another memory raw
But I can't stop, I need them all
Monument fever in my veins tonight
Building temples from the failing light
Higher, higher till it breaks the sky
Permanent is just another lie
Monument fever, monument fever
Obsessed with making something that won't leave ya
Hands are shaking, vision's getting clearer
Monument fever, monument fever
Building cathedrals from our broken mirrors
Transmission static speaks in ancient code
Every interference tells me what I owe
To the frequency that calls me down this road
Where permanence and madness overflow
Monument fever makes the broken whole
Constructs meaning from the noise and coal
Higher, higher till it breaks the sky
Permanent is just another lie
Monument fever, monument fever
Obsessed with making something that won't leave ya
Hands are shaking, vision's getting clearer
Monument fever, monument fever
Building cathedrals from our broken mirrors
Seven beats against the four
Three against the nine
Temporal fragments on the floor
Seeking perfect time
But chaos births the most divine
Architecture of the spine
Monument fever, monument fever
Finally built something that won't leave ya
Hands stop shaking, vision crystal clearer
Monument fever, monument fever
Found the beauty in our broken mirrors
Let it stand, let it stand
Even monuments are built on shifting sand
Let it breathe, let it breathe
Sometimes perfection lies in what we leave
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Fuzz-drenched guitars collapse into themselves while vocals float through layers of distortion and memory. We build monuments of feedback that crumble beautifully.