Looking for Transcendence

by Indigo Raven

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Our Sacred Soil Amidst the grey great cities, Lies in the dark, A civilization in despair. Suicidal notes In the gentlemen's hands. Silence in the eyes like clouds. Are we so superior, That we walk upon Earth Only with asphalt and soles To feel above it all ? Beat the drums Crack the bones And paint your face with blood For nature will never care nor ask, If the feet or the animal or the shoes of the man, Bending a trail of grass, Are trespassing her lands Nor never claim “it’s mine”. Beat the drums Crack the bones And paint your face with blood Gentlemen, do you remember How to walk barefoot ? To humbly press the soil ? To be grateful to what is, And not what you own ?
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Palin Genesis Only birth can defeat death. Not a revival of old bones, But the rising of a new soul upon them. Surrender ‘till annihilation Of conscience, of fear, of change. Dissolve the shell of self. Dissolve the shell of self. Rise upon your white dry bones Sing a song so they dance Moving in realities Bearers of a new soul. Travel to the place where ego is no longer needed, No crystallisation of fear, no heavy matter, Only silence An peace. Rise upon your white dry bones Sing a song so they dance Moving in realities Bearers of a new soul. Rise, rise, rise upon Your white, white, white dry bones. Surrender to the vastness of our ignorance, To our multiple existences, To our insignificance. Where resides the meaning, if the purpose is to let go ? Maybe it’s all about creating, Crafting life over & over. Over & over… Evolving Dissolving Dying to oneself And rise again Over & over…
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Small-hearted & blind Hey God, Watch the kids you raised : Hostile sparkle in the eye And a thousand matchsticks in the hand Before a calcinated land. We are the damned and the chosen. For the eye of Man is blind And his hand is cold. Depraved of conscience He runs to the void. We are a filthy plague, Poison has rooted deep In our weak minds. Where will beauty stand In the heart of cowards ? Hear my desperate prayer Before apocalypse, A call to wake us all. For we could have great, And we could have been wise, Enough to be content To live in paradise. Ignorance is our doom Disease of our times, The spineless proof That we're small-hearted and blind. I'm ashamed of my race I'm ashamed of my kind Our only legacy Is the dust we leave behind. I'm ashamed I'm ashamed To be one of us 'Cause we're small-hearted and blind !
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White Knight Syndrome For so many years, I took the role of a saviour Just to deserve to be alive, To earn a place among you And be paid with love crumbs in return. I have the white knight syndrome, The white knight syndrome. In needed to be rescued, in needed to be saved, Not silent witnesses behind my glass cell. So I became the saviour, at least I played his game, The one nobody was for me, alone in my cage. Being helpful to feel worthy, I’d be crucified for affection. I’d do anything, ‘cause I lacked of everything. And I’m urging, urging for it. I was so fucking sure I couldn’t be rightful if not useful. I have the white knight syndrome, The white knight syndrome. So I played the white knight The one we’re all looking for, Dying for help, craving for attention, To ease our pain away. I learned to be useful, as a thing or a tool, But as a person no, ‘cause that wasn’t the rule. So I played the saviour ‘cause I couldn’t save you, I played the saviour, ‘cause nobody cared for me. I was all alone, for so long. All alone. I have the white knight syndrome, The white knight syndrome. In needed to be rescued, in needed to be saved, Not silent witnesses behind my glass cell. So I became the saviour, at least I played his game, The one nobody was for me, alone in my cage. How can I be loved if not usable ? Snuggle into my arms, I am the white knight.
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Nightshade Winds A violent wind is blowing in your mind Crawling into your soul To empty it dry. Becoming your only thought, Your painful caress. The violent wind is Uninterested by The devoted hatred Filling your every cell For him. He brings your pains to agony Silently whirling. Powerless. Bashing on the shell of your brain. Powerless. Powerless. His intangible touch Overwhelms your senses. A never ending whisper That brings your voids to whistle, Seeping in every womb. He brings your pains to agony Silently whirling. Powerless. Bashing on the shell of your brain. Unfazed and stronger than your spirit, He brings a hurricane And a thousand thunderstorms. Never quieting his rage, Always knocking at your doors. There's a violent wind That howls his song at night. On dark corners. On empty beds. On lonely hearts. She was the wind breathing inside you, Casting the weather, Raising hell And bringing rain to drown you. This violent wind was a she. And she she blew upon your soul, Rooted out your core. Relentlessly howling her song, Consistent and impapable, Haunting you Haunting you Until, Cell by cell, You are eaten away.
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Where lies our hearts ? What makes us humans ? Where lies our hearts ? Could we open up to a revelation ? Could we be ready for redemption ? What makes us humans ? Is it the cowardice lying in our eyes ? The dying fire of our spirits ? Or our sanctified ignorance ? What makes us humans In wars and terrors ? What lies beneath the stains of pain ? Far below there’s a kingdom, where light prevails Where the sun rises on your dreams. Where is this place ? Where is this temple ? Where, amidst the chaos, could turn our eyes ? This question raises a rebellion in our tamed little hearts. What makes us humans ? Do the animals break each other’s hearts too ? Do they take their own lives ? Do they live in despair the same way as we do ? I want to sing a song for what we’ve left Of big loves Of big hearts Of big dreams. Can you hear it ? Are we seeking the truth in our shining mirrors ? In our social medias ? Raising a cult for the ego And mistaking idols for heros ? All the gods are dead And with them the very notion Of a sacred nature living in every creature. Where lies the magic ? What lits the fire in our souls ? What makes us humans If not the grace we were given ? What makes us humans ? Can you answer that ? Can you hear this song, the tiniest one, Shaking your truths and wandering your mind ? You’re ready, face it and remember who you are You’re ready, face it and remember who you are Where lies our hearts ? What makes us humans, my friend ? What makes us humans ?

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Formed in 2019 by creative duo Julie Docteur and Benoît Sangoï, and following their critically acclaimed 2020- debut EP, INDIGO RAVEN welcomed a third band member to round up their line-up, bassist Jean Green (also in MOURIR). The trio’s sound emerges from the Peaceville Three’s influence with a modern sludge approach. A simple but not unsophisticated instrumental foundation of the band, coloured by a shamanic sound and these occult, haunting vocals, make Looking for Transcendence a captivating yet heavy as hell debut.

Distorted Sound Magazine:
Presented in a neat seven-track package that doesn’t outstay its welcome, and containing so many ideas without feeling threadbare or cobbled together, Looking For Transcendence is sublime. Not just one of the best doom albums of the year, but one of the best debut albums of any genre in 2021. It’s quintessential listening for fans of the genre, and for those yearning for a better world.

Musikreviews.de :
Mit ihrem eigenständigen, nicht unbedingt schnell zugänglichen Doom Metal empfehlen sich INDIGO RAVEN als zukünftige Mitgestalter und Visionäre der Szene. Auf "Looking for Transcendence" hört man linientreuen Genre-Stoff, dem aber jegliche Klischees abgehen.

Rock Hard :
Originaire de Toulouse , ce trio doom-sludge en est à ses balbutiements , et nous renverse déjà. Premier album, bijou noir.

Demonic-nights.at :
Oberflächlich ein wenig statisch, verlangt „Looking For Transcendence“ einiges an Geduld. Und die macht sich bezahlt, denn wie die Songs von Indigo Raven wachsen und gedeihen, ringt Respekt ab. Dabei möchte man gar nicht so sehr von einer übermäßig originellen, innovativen Platte sprechen. Bloß finden clevere Ideen und wahre Hingabe auf mächtige Weise zusammen. Eine fantastische Stimme, greifbares Herzblut und ein Händchen für dichte, atmosphärische Darbietungen machen aus einem anständigen Album einen waschechten Leckerbissen, an dem es kein Vorbeikommen geben darf.

In Your Eyes ezine :
Tutto il disco si fa sentire benissimo e ha delle atmosfere incredibili. Il gruppo di Toulouse riesce ad usare perfettamente differenti codici narrativi, portando il proprio discorso musicale ad un livello decisamente superiore, provocando tantissime emozioni nel cuore e nel cervello dell’ascoltatore. Chi ama la musica pesante qui troverà ciò che vuole e anche tante melodie notevoli, mentre chi preferisce atmosfere maggiormente tenebrose avrà un sacco di buio e luci che lo sferzeranno. Una prova decisamente positiva, un gruppo con potenzialità enormi che mostra ampiamente in questo disco. ed è l’inizio del viaggio.

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released October 22, 2021

Indigo Raven is :
Julie Docteur
Jean Green
Benoît Sangoï

Studio : Doom with a View
Logo & Artwork : Julie Docteur
Photography : Alexandre Ollier
Composer : Indigo Raven with help of Julien Bardou on "Our Sacred Soil"

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Stripped to the bone Doom-metal with a shamanic flavour

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