June 1, 2011

Evelyn – 1 – “Artifact”

Posted in Evelyn at 2:59 am by Matt

All alone, in this rotting home
No man beside, three years gone
No child born of this barren womb
All alone, in this living tomb

Evelyn groaned
As her heart grew cold
And her body broke
From the weight of her soul
Evelyn sighed
As her veins ran dry
And her body died

In dream, my bleak surroundings melt away
All color, bright and vivid, fills my sight
In dream, this empty shell is left behind
I am a new creature in the world outside


Evelyn – 2 – “Lucidity”

Posted in Evelyn at 2:58 am by Matt

Now dead, now alive
My blood runs, vicarious
Now living, now free
She’ll do anything for me

Occupant of a foreign form
Total control
No resistance

Subject to another’s force
Losing control

My mind swings like a pendulum
Between dream and wake,
But even in times of lucidity
Suffers pain it cannot take

Evelyn – 3 – “Obscurity”

Posted in Evelyn at 2:58 am by Matt

Through my fogless eyes
Pass familiar sights
The ancient domicile
Within which I reside

The invaded mind quakes with fever
Uncertain of its cognizance
An unknown hovel bears
Bizarre attraction

This meeting must be precluded
My dreams must not be realized
I will keep myself secluded
Beyond the path of her wandering gaze

The invaded mind convulses with nausea
Straining to expel its indweller
The fledgling brain turns to battlefield
As two souls war for possession

My mind decays as my body
I have no strength for this struggle
The obfuscation is useless
Come, child, and find your answers
Come, child, and find your answers

Evelyn – 4 – “Reunion”

Posted in Evelyn at 2:57 am by Matt

Walk this road, this is where you shall find me
Take this path, this is where our souls shall meet
With her strength, I carry her body to myself
My only prayer, that she can be released
And I can be free

I lie breathless as she opens the door
I open the door
I lie breathless as she opens the door
I open the door
And in an instant…
In an instant I am known
Clear of mind, she sees her conscious captor
Fair and hale, this child, the daughter I never bore
She holds a part of my soul inside her
Separated until their time is complete

Evelyn – 5 – “Liberator”

Posted in Evelyn at 2:53 am by Matt

My days are far beyond redemption
My time is worthless in this world
My body weakens by the hour
My soul seeks refuge in your youth

Maribel, set yourself free
Return my spirit unto me
Surrender my hiding soul

Maribel, set me free
Give my heart its blessed release
Liberate me from these deceitful dreams

A glass to commemorate what never was
What never will be
Blood rushes to my head
I drink this scarlet to the dregs
And disappear.

She is free, I am my own once more
Yet our bond remains a mystery
To bear another’s soul with mine
Begs the simple question, why?
Who am I?

May 17, 2011

Official Announcement of “Evelyn”

Posted in Evelyn at 1:38 pm by Matt

Potmos Hetoimos is continuing in the psychedelic sludge/stoner/doom metal style of “Agatha” with a brand new full-length album, “Evelyn”.

I’ve kept this project mostly under wraps, only telling my closest friends and dropping a few hints as to its existence. A couple of months ago, I was inspired both musically and conceptually to continue in the vein of “Agatha”, and I decided to make it a trilogy. “Evelyn” is a prequel, set 5 years before “Agatha”, and only indirectly connecting to it at all. Not until the final piece of the trilogy is released will the stories make sense together.

Musically, as I said, “Evelyn” picks up right where “Agatha” left off, although I think this album’s sound is much more cohesive and consistent and will appeal to fans of any era of PH. “Agatha” came out of left field a bit stylistically, but “Evelyn” harmonizes its brooding doom with more of the jazzy and progressive elements that have always characterized PH. “Evelyn” features by far the richest compositions of any PH album; you will hear multiple guitars, bass, electronic and acoustic drums, synth, piano, vocals, and even strings and woodwinds! I am again blessed with a couple of wonderful guest appearances; my wife Rochelle contributed flute to the first track, and my friend Kirstie contributed viola to the first and last tracks.

The official prerelease teaser for the album (a first!) is out on Youtube. You can watch it here.

Check back to this blog or that Youtube vid on June 1 for the full release of the album – free stream and download, as always!

September 12, 2010


Posted in Agatha, Albums at 8:14 pm by Matt

After a two-month delay, the seventh full-length Potmos Hetoimos album is released!

Due to the delay, I waited till the traditional date of September 12th, making this the fifth consecutive year a PH album has come out on this date.

“Agatha” returns to the storyline format of classic PH albums such as “The Millstone” and “Dance With Divinity”, but departs from the standard musical style of former albums to use a straightforward doom metal approach. I intended this to be a sort of side-album rather than the usual 9/12 album, but the delay combined with the unfinished-ness of the next PH album (“Trauma”) made it necessary to release this now. And that’s fine, because even with the stylistic departure I think this is one of my finest and most consistent works.

“Agatha” tells the story of an old widow who has been abandoned by her family, who laments this fact and ruminates on the problems of modern society. Through the album, her issues and more of her history is revealed, but many things are left implicit for the listener to infer.

I am pleased to have had two guest vocalists on this album, Chris Sherwood of Naess and Ryan Fairfield of Hallowed Butchery/Terrible Old Man. Their appearances definitely enhance the vibe and quality of the album.

The tracklisting is as follows, and the lyrics are posted below.

1. Isolation
2. Dispersion (f/Chris Sherwood)
3. Memoir
4. Intruders (f/Ryan Fairfield)
5. Stranger

Stream track-by-track at http://www.last.fm/music/Potmos+Hetoimos/Agatha or download the zip file at http://www.mediafire.com/?zaxhz78wjcksk46

Thanks for listening, and enjoy!

Oh, and here’s the album art.

June 29, 2010

Agatha – 1 – “Isolation”

Posted in Agatha at 3:08 am by Matt

Like the old grow in their sorrow,
Time elapses into absence.
Like the whisper fades in clamor,
Life is lost in the sea of noise.

Like the air fades in the aether,
Frail and gaunt in darkened thrall,
Thus the old grow in their sorrow
When forsaken by all they have.

Agatha was rejected by her own blood,
Isolated in her own generation.
Loneliness and despair her sole companion
After the disappearance of her first love.

It’s been three years.
He left through that very door.
To the lake, one last time…
There was a storm, I know.
I never saw him again.
And oh, things have changed since then…

The children never show their faces anymore.
Shameful at this age I should be ignored.
A poor widow like me, alone in this house…
Who knows what could happen?

This solitude is a chain around my neck,
A weight on my soul, a thorn in my heart.
What happened to family?
What happened to home?
What happened to never being alone?

June 28, 2010

Agatha – 2 – “Dispersion”

Posted in Agatha at 11:55 pm by Matt

Distant communication.
Connect without intention.
All lives entwined together
Makes bonds and bruises shallow.

When peers are so close –
Words on a screen, voice in a box –
Sight and touch are replaced by synthetics.
Where does a mother fit into this world of perpetual contact?
Digitally forsaken, the elders are shunned and forgotten.

They lie to each other,
When they speak with phantom mouths.
They lie to each other,
With a paucity of thought.
They lie to each other,
By denying absence.
They lie to each other,
In this disconnected life.
They lie to each other,
When they speak with phantom mouths.
They lie to each other,
With a paucity of thought.
They lie to each other,
By denying absence.
They lie to each other,
In this disconnection.

Agatha – 3 – “Memoir”

Posted in Agatha at 9:51 pm by Matt

I remember…
Wedding day.
The smell of the flowers.
The smiling faces.
The dress in the attic,
Kept all these years.

I remember…
Nights on the lake.
Fires on the shore.
The child in my womb.
Her first cry,
Swaddled in my arms.

I remember…
His last words.
“I’ll be home late, don’t wait up.”
Out the door, never to return.
Swallowed by the night,
Killed by what he loved.

I remember…
…I will never forget.

All that I have is memory.
What is there left when this fades away?
All that I hold so dear to me,
Slipping away to dream and eclipse.

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