Rare Field Ceiling

by Yellow Eyes

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David Fischer
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David Fischer Mesmerizing front to back, full stop. Also, those intermission sections are so damn good. Favorite track: Maritime Flare.
William Knight
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William Knight Avant-garde USBM that still has an incredible grounding in melody. Unlike many avant-garde releases (even good ones) that seem spastic, this flows together well even when it is at its most cacaphonous.
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Allen Darling This is what I love about black metal, not just that it is raw and aggressive but that the structure and songwriting itself is wildly experimental. Bleak as hell and icy cold riffs that build grand atmospheres of barren lands. Favorite track: No Dust.
Ian Lovdahl
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Ian Lovdahl This is the 300th album I've purchased on Bandcamp, and I'm glad it was Rare Field Ceiling. Seriously good black metal with authentic prog plucked straight out of the 70s. It can't just be me, but the intro to "Warmth Trance Reversal" reminds me heavily of the ambiet nature intro of Close to the Edge" by Yes. Favorite track: Warmth Trance Reversal.
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PannionSeer Dense and intricate USBM, combining ferocious, arcane energy with elegant, unorthodox melodies, which coalesce into something ruggedly alien. This band is at the top of their game, and the evolution from "Immersion Trench Reverie" is stunning. Favorite track: Warmth Trance Reversal.
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Distant_Knell Another amazing album from Yellow Eyes.

Nutrient Painting evokes feelings of sadness and romance, all while keeping the anxious, unpredictable spirit of Yellow Eyes’ previous work alive. Favorite track: Nutrient Painting.
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Rare Field Ceiling is the coldest Yellow Eyes record to date, and it is also the warmest. It is the most inviting, the most alienating, the murkiest and the sharpest, always falling apart and yet held together by a dawning sense that within the thicket is a vision of majestic clarity.

But as Rare Field Ceiling climbs and climbs, majesty becomes delusion and clarity becomes mania. Yellow Eyes have always held failure up to the light and found patterns in the glow, but here they trace a doomed arc and, with unnerving focus, follow it to the very end.

In the cryptic, labyrinthine tradition of Ved Buens Ende, Fleurety, and early Blut Aus Nord, Yellow Eyes play black metal, uncompromising and unbound. Rare Field Ceiling is the latest statement in an increasingly significant and singular legacy.


released June 28, 2019


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Track Name: Warmth Trance Reversal
Out on the ice
A volunteer puts powder on a sled
So far there are no signs of what the packet said

Out on the ice
If looking through a telescope
Is looking down a wall
The mind is charmed and flatness now is depth
The wide white tower sheer
There he clings
Soaked bat
Then what spectrum gleams beside the tower base?
He sees it in the evening through the window square

Out on the ice
He swoons, his water boils
Yes, he nodded and a star was born
Provisions and a helicopter plan
The faintest glim inside the skin
A feather brushed his neck
Some color shifting in the blood

There he clings
Soaked bat
Looks out
Looks down
He swoons, his water boils
What spectrum gleams beside the tower base?
He sees it in the evening through the window square
Track Name: No Dust
Blue silence walks below the flood
Through hallways dressed in living green
The veining of a pyramid
The blindness of a water dream
The glint above the swollen tree
The shrimp inside the pillowcase
No heat
No beach
No dust
No, this one is new
A taste, or lack, or wartime trick
Derivative of laughing

Leaden circle in the air
Falling bright chime on rippling street
And another, hanging there
Turn back, they closed the road
The capsule welded shut and slapped
The fishermen will shake their heads
But first
Don’t look away
The bird became an eel
Track Name: Light Delusion Curtain
Slipping rib
Gas station fume
The stalled out wind put fingers on me
The meadow line showed darkness to me
Light delusion curtain

Old black mouth garage roared open
Damp rope teeth
Sharp baleen breath
Blue tarp wrinkled tongue said something
Unfinished thought

A massive shape is falling
She is calving
We are close
Great slipping rib
Gas station fume
Above an eerie light is forming
A massive shape is falling
We are close
Don’t know the height
I can no longer see the forest in this light
Track Name: Nutrient Painting
Systemic day
Magnificent size
Snapping flag
Bleach trail
In the fountain spray
Of the mountain

Courtyard built too tight for sun
Dark plants
Drank soap and licked the wall
Bright at the top
Nutrient painting
Fruit limped through the blossom melted
Dropped off at the station humming
Hangdog wrung the words
Bell still ringing from the strike
Men against the fountain base
Rags after a spill

Systemic day
Magnificent size
Snapping flag
Bleach trail
In the fountain spray
Of the mountain
Nutrient painting
The plans had great rooms to the west
Designed to strike
Magnificent size
Track Name: Rare Field Ceiling
Rare field shook the plane
Earthly creak at great height
The pilot tapped the glass inside the starling’s mind
Pitched through birdcage or church
Hovered lightly on a child tune
Heavy blossom
Plastic decoration
Oxygen mask
Blue smoke leaf plume touched the apse
A finger in the eye
Have you got my transmission?
Did you know me?
I defected, boss
Now decorate me
Mask me with a smell
I’m in the air now and
Nothing can help me to the ground
Track Name: Maritime Flare
Falling flight shell
Maritime flare
Is the capsule sealed?
No tear
No tear