Pre-order of To Speak, To Listen. You get 3 tracks now (streaming via the free Bandcamp app and also available as a high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more), plus the complete album the moment it's released.
Andrew Wells - Vocals, Guitar
Matt Dommer - Guitar, Vocals
Brandon Bascom - Guitar
James Johnson - Bass
Matt Hansen - Drums
releases June 2, 2017
All songs and lyrics written, performed, and recorded by Eidola
Produced, Engineered, Mixed, and Mastered by Dryw Owens
Illustrations by Glenn Thomson
Art design and Layout by Bailey Zindel at Halfheart Media
Photo by Michael-Rex Carbonell
Published by Blue Swan Records
Guest Vocals on "Amplissimus Machina" by Joey Lancaster
Group Vocals on "Tetelestai" by Andrew Wells, Dryw Owens, Joey Lancaster, and Matt Coate
Saxophone on "Houses Movement III: Rust/Rebuild" by Nicholas Pope
Eidola would like to thank:
All of our friends and family, Will Swan, Dryw Owens, Kathrine Owens, Hans, Sergio Medina, Donovan Melero,
Michael-Rex Carbonell, Glenn Thomson, Bailey Zindel, Joey Lancaster, Matt Coate, Josh Unnitt, Michael Franzino, Chad Cooper, Stolas, Hail The Sun, Artifex Pereo, A Lot Like Birds, Dance Gavin Dance, and Belle Noire
Once again, here I am. On the precipice of breathlessness, my lungs collapse. I can’t escape the act. If I live in a city where they hunt me down, how long do you expect me to stay and wait to calibrate? If I bribe the committee with an offering, will they offer me commitment or calcify the magistrate? Because when I give in, I hope that I can be a better man in the end and carry on. But when you give up, then everything we’ve ever shared will self-destruct and tip the scale. Choose to prevail. If I live in a country where they propagate the wealth in corporate raids then who am I to speak? They forgive you of nothing, and they breed, and they breed, and they breed until they overstimulate the earth and feed upon the weak. Because when I give in, I hope that I can be a better man in the end and carry on. But when you give up, then everything we’ve ever shared will self-destruct and tip the scales. Choose to prevail. If I live in a world where a consciousness exists outside the walls of pain, ignorance, and habitual waste then I will stand on the edge of the earth as a monument to the greater good of man. To be born again.
Track Name: Tetelestai
Pull yourself together. You’re the only one that’s left getting blood from stone. I’m afraid that everyone listens in tongues, but I won’t give up. I won’t turn back. I can’t turn back. So I love until it hurts and every blessing feels just like a curse. What is subtle burns so slow and evolves in circles. Why are you afraid? The wind is your reprieve to endure. When you give yourself away, they will choose to believe the words you say. Don’t turn back. If you stay and help me cope, you’ll see me fly into the sun, into their vacant minds. To seal their fate. Time after time. So say that we’re not the same, and watch me prove you wrong again. You let me in. We live with his answers and still defy the truth is he left the work unfinished the day he died. Longing for rescue when push comes to shove. I frame a space reflected by his love between the lines. When you hide yourself away, they won’t believe a word you say. I am here to bring you closure. I won’t rest until you know yourself. I won’t turn back. I won’t give this up. You can’t turn back. You can’t give me up, but if you remember divine sequence, I will return.
Track Name: Amplissimus Machina
Anomaly. Conformity. Entheat decode the great machine. Departure from consistency of dogmatic assimilation. They’re lost in misology, and I can’t relate to the nescient train of thought. So, omnierudite, are you here to watch the world burn in compurgation or contrition? I’ve seen it so many times before. No love. Just careless communication. To reprocess counterfeit meaning in who we are when all is one. All that’s ours is what you want. It is non-existent. Inclination. A conscious separation. So controlling. It pulls me closer. The path I choose to walk, it is self-consistent. Circumstances. Ends that take no chances. Adaptation. Human fabrication. Until I see the end. They’ve taken away our lives and our ability to separate what’s real in all the lies and false beliefs. The machines have taken all I’ve ever known. They’ve taken away our eyes and our ability to think and feel alive. I feel all of my thoughts resolve. The machines have taken all I’ve ever know. Breath in. Bring me close and watch my eyes. Concentrate. Don’t turn away. Breath out. This could be our way out now. Normality. Incongruity. Entheat decode the great machine. Convergence of variation, of singularity assimilation. Free yourself in constant motion. No surprises. No devotion. Awake. Protest the monolith, or let this be the end.