Percept

by Artilect

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Jón Þór Sigurleifsson Prog metal with a vocal style mixing Maynard from Tool and Brandon from Incubus. I know those guys spent a lot of time, money and passion on this project and it shows.

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"Killer!!! Heavy with great playing. Keep up the good work......I wanna hear more."
~ Mike Lepond (Symphony X)

"Have been listening quite a bit, killer band."
~ 05Ric (Gavin Harrison, Steven Wilson)

"Your new album is sick...it kicked some serious tail from start to finish.
~ Pierre Lamont Gillenwater (former album reviewer for metalunderground.com)

Percept begins the epoch of scaped atmospheres blurred with a resounding truth that falls to illusion. A blueprint of dreams set apart by redesign, the connection to human condition.

Is this extinction by our fatal flaws?
Do we cheat the hourglass for the Utopian delight?
Or do we expose what we have denied?

The reversal of the current is a breath away, our pulses flat lining to the calculated perception.

“The style is quite unique and I've honestly not heard anything like it before.”
~ Linus Abrahamson (Andromeda)

“Heavy and crazy technical!”
~ Matt Smith (Theocracy)

“This is progressive insanity! My mind just exploded.”
~ JOLLY

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released November 17, 2012

All music written by Artilect
Recorded at Radiant Studios (Transatlantic, Neal Morse, Flying Colors)
Produced and Mixed by Jerry Guidroz (Transatlantic, Mike Portnoy, Neal Morse)
Mastered by Jamie King (Between the Buried and Me)
Samples used with permission by Hugo de Garis
Special Thanks to Heath, Collette, and Wes.
Artwork done by Cryface

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Artilect Jacksonville, Florida

Four instrumentalists from across the globe joining together to write hard, technical, progressive metal with influences from all other genres. Recently released our debut album, Percept, recorded at Radiant Records, produced by Jerry Guidroz (Transatlantic), and mastered by Jamie King (Between the Buried and Me). ... more

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Track Name: Tyranny
Solidarity, fast fading from view, life as we knew
spiraled through the vacuum of "I thought"...
frantic pace of anxious dreams capped from release.
Redline at the peak of the crossing over to
beginnings never conceived.
Dreamt from minds intricate, unseen;
foreshadowed where hope still gleams.

Apex ambition compares:
Dull to this total eclipse of dependence.

Stripped down to the barren desolation
of repeated self-defect.
Realization shines with subtle clarity;
unnoticed, when double-minds are giving chase.

You will never know Implications tonight.
Transforming, wholly sold
into your personal tyranny.

Apex ambition compares:
Dull to this total eclipse of dependence.

We started all from somewhere,
not one perfect; we are all the same.
There are so many still yet lifeless;
Introverted, apathy's our game.

Stripped down to the barren desolation
of repeated self-defect.
Realization shines with subtle clarity.

You will never know magnitude of tonight.
Transforming, wholly sold
into your personal tyranny.
Track Name: Deaf Hearing
I remember clearly yesteryear, a time before;
the sound sincere, before you
raped the scapes of atmosphere.

You can't hide, or deprive
the meaning or the feel of it.
Suffocate, the price we pay,
in full; reborn...evolved from mediocrity.

We are the music makers...
and we are the dreamers of dreams.

When you said that this is not
my place to be. That moment,
I vowed to defy your false decree.

With sealed-shut eyes and closed minds
you refuse. Seeing life only through
the narrow perspectives that you choose.
If only just to prove to you to take a
step outside. Defying physics, bending
sounds; contort the clichés in your mind.

(Sound Byte)

Peel away the preconceived and allow
unconventional. Searching, never cease
to beholding: the boundaries--break the cycle--
of control. Uncertainty... leave all blame to me.

Can you even handle, fathom?
Embodied the unknown.
Track Name: Absent Absolution
You can't. Never will be. Wasting you time.
Out of sight, out of mind; wake the sleeper:
long past overdue.
Laid out in front of you: an endless sea;
plethora of things to come.
Stirring. Deep is calling unto deep.
Pleasures that you seek prove
merely temporary.

Shuffling, aimless ventures, barren fruit.
Wonder how once fulfilled,
now only numb to you...

And hear the voice cry out once more.
Inaudible, yet, somehow you've always known.
The silent truth resounds, then crescendos.

THINGS UNSEEN PROVE HARD TO CHANGE.

Lines blurred here and there.
Lines blurred here and there.
Lines blurred here and there.
Absent absolution.

Blurred lines to such extent,
no facts remain within-
absent absolution.
Feelings dictate choices made in disconnect.
Reveal the absent absolution.

Revealed and stepping out. Away from
familiarity. Away from familiarity.

Becoming what's intended to be,
evolution of the purest form.
You and I a new breed of humanity.

Shuffling, aimless ventures, barren fruit.
Wonder how once fulfilled,
now only numb to you...

THINGS UNSEEN PROVE HARD TO CHANGE.
Track Name: The Exchange
Fresh start, let the water wash over me once more.
The slate forever clean, standing still, effort no relevance.
I'm soaking in, breathing in for the first time.
Lungs burn hot, full of freshness never known.

Welcomed experience.
So this is knowing meaning.
Never, until now, the magnitude
exposed clear. The sanctity of
all that is. results speechless:
the insignificant identity of self.
All I've built up in my name:
mere chaff scorched down to the last cinder.

Lacerate, scalpel buried deep.
Severe marrow from the bone.
Well aware of what's required.
Counted cost, futile return.
Forward, onward breaching
barricades; self induced.
Obtained permanence, superseding
shallow remnants, lifeless tombs.

Welcomed experience.
So this is knowing meaning.
Never, until now, the magnitude
exposed clear. The sanctity of
all that is. results speechless:
the insignificant identity of self.
All I've built up in my name:
mere chaff scorched down to the last cinder.

Lacerate, scalpel buried deep.
Severe marrow from the bone.
Well aware of what's required.
Counted cost, futile return.
Forward, onward breaching
barricades; self induced.
Obtained permanence, superseding
shallow remnants, lifeless tombs.
Track Name: We Fael
The gateway to all mystery, celestial light
come closer please. The nameless is named,
or so it seems. Enlighten the dark
within my dreams. That shadow,
what should and should not be;
the path we walk, cannot be seen.
In peace we ride the gentle stream.

Passive to the guard of obstruction,
the wall of time comes down.
Here now, without its comfort;
friend to fear we are no more.

Simple is the secret, the border question's
been provoked; illusion now fuels this world.
translation's validity seems amiss
to you and me.

Time itself does nothing without
chaos ensuing.

When controlling, we fail;
the hardest stone is worn away.
Aggression met with resistance,
force followed by loss of strength.
Nothingness: the beginnings of
heavens and the earth.
Oneness birthing everything;
composed from the void.

Passive to the guard of obstruction,
the wall of time comes down.
Here now, without its comfort;
friend to fear we are no more.

Simple is the secret, the border question's
been provoked; illusion now fuels this world.
translation's validity seems amiss
to you and me.

The gateway to all mystery,
celestial light come closer please.
Track Name: Salinity
Masses marching, uniformly swaying;
dancing the dance of the mundane.
Marked pre-inception; predetermined,
internalized, but with choices clearly made.
Set apart by redesign. Schematics long sense drawn.
Blue-mind, blueprint, mandate inked in red...
finalized on the faded lines.

Unaware ineptitude. Breeding frivolous,
haughty dreams. All the while
strong disregard for laconic, silent screams.

Connection. Reality. This human condition
belongs to you and me.

What are we to do with it?
Continue along?
How can we just deal with it?
Extinction by fatal flaws.

To live out the time allotted us all. Cheat the hourglass: delusional fantasies
Mind-trap the real. Architects of utopian delight;
the only antidote: Implosion of our prominent prevarication.

Lifting vain heads towards the sky.
Erected homage crumbles down.
Reduce the errant reasoning.
Detoxed from man-made sovereignty.

What are we to do with it?
Continue along?
How can we just deal with it?
Extinction by fatal flaws.

To live out the time allotted us all. Cheat the hourglass: delusional fantasies
Mind-trap the real. Architects of utopian delight;
the only antidote: Implosion...

Artilectual dilemma.
Anti-euthanize the sub-species.
Retract all maligned passivity.
Engage our renewed salinity.
Track Name: Retrospective
Peel back the lids, expose what you've denied.
Excuses matter little now, feel the judgment of the tide.
Sweeping over stories unfold.
Breathtaking, remedy unscathing, untold sufferings.

Tangible, the sweet tragedy of completion.
Or so it seems to be to me...

Pulse flat lined, synthetic replaced original design.
Organic warmth gives way to the calculated
perfection; at least externally. Epitome.
Swelling, the sense, the need for gratitude.
With no one to thank.

Summoned remains of the prototype,
bleeding fresh with new life. Rebirth:
far from complete; words still ringing,
stored away.
Recessed chambers, sentiment.
Blistering change, ever poignant.
Reaching for tranquil possibilities,
mend this gaping, lifeless seam.

Tangible, the sweet tragedy of completion.
Or so it seems to be to me...

Pulse flat lined, synthetic replaced original design.
Organic warmth gives way to the calculated
perfection; at least externally. Epitome.
Swelling, the sense, the need for gratitude.
With no one to thank.

Could it be that reversal of the current
is a breath away?
Could it be that gravity arresting you
is remedial?
Could it be that finally we are becoming
what was intended to be?

So it seems to be to me.