Modern Genes

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HIRAKI is a new constellation out of Aarhus, Denmark playing aggressive progressive noise rock from the edge of the world’s abyss. With a foaming mouth, vocalist Jon Gotlev sings, screams and recites his lyrics dealing with Kafkaesque individualism, proletarian narcissism and narrow-minded upperclass-modernism – nothing less!

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released May 26, 2017

T.S.R - Guitar / Synth
J.G - Vocals / Synth / Effects
T.F - Drums / Vocals


Composed, produced & recorded by HIRAKI at Cube of Eternal Doom Studio
Mixed by Klaus Q Hedegaard Nielsen
Mastered by Emil Thomsen, ET Mastering
Guest vocals on 'Vision Skin' by Filip Andersen (Hexis)

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HIRAKI is a new constellation out of Aarhus, Denmark playing aggressive progressive noise rock from the edge of the world’s abyss. With a foaming mouth, vocalist Jon Gotlev sings, screams and recites his lyrics dealing with Kafkaesque individualism, proletarian narcissism and narrow-minded upperclass-modernism – nothing less! ... more

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Track Name: The Idealist
Make them kick the curb
And let the sun shine in
Reproduce the cult
And slip them the pill the pill

THE PIIL

Senses will make amends
And leave their heads collapsing in the masses

See them face the wall
the screen is left burning out

burn it out burn it out
burn it out burn it out
burn it out burn it out
burn it out burn it out
burn it out burn it out
burn it out burn it out

Fake it upon yourself to live life
To let it spit you out
Down yourself Down yourself
Down yourself Down yourself

Respectful thoughts?

Trash the maker for the children’s sake
Blame the martyr and lay him too rest
No need for trouble if you dont wanna fight
Paint your skull pink and watch the sight

Break the oath
I’ll tell a lie
Break the oath
Track Name: Soft Tusk
archers pairing the unlikely
embody the contrast
so you thought you had your fingers
crossed behind your back

transparent beliefs
saddled by destiny

they wear there genes on the outside
fistfucked by modern day tactics
Visceral thoughts of newcomers

transparent beliefs
kill the mammoth in the room
kill the mammoth in the room

which hand fed you passage
treacherous acid from the spastic masses

profound by way that they cut thru display
built then burn by the beacon

oppressed by the textures
complete the loss of distorted measures
soften the edges of the hedges
all the absences makes presences
bite the glass
cut the grass
bite the glass

predictions make progress
quote the archer from downstair
nature guts the unlikely
approach the politely

go take your nap
Track Name: DK2020
Merchants and wolves scout through the self-righteous corridors
painting a decaying devotion
the bleakness that derives
from an innovative inner city ritual rape
spawning generations of unconscious
collapsing middle classes and social relapses
a bastard wave sweeps the condensed structure
of molded spasms
and leaves a cognitive trail of cum through the streets

I'm at ease or none whatsoever
The burial society wax museum
deafens the sound of rehabilitation
through the large monolith blades and sets the city on fire
promiscuous daughters of resurrected fathers
stands ground on the smiling faces of giants

Economize the circumcision of persistence
a coalition of masters licking their wounds and nursing their burnt eyes and wretched jaws
by the citywall of rotting flesh
depraving the brave of their moral suits
they take comfort in spitting on existence
Track Name: Vision Skin
Prevail against the provider
Scatter the symbols and wear your wounds
Burn the trail, discipline the meticulous
Carve abstraction of triumph
Visions defamed
And glorify the tired and scared
Dead hands commune in hollow faith
Wake the burnt
burnt in the wake
Track Name: Brusque
ired eyes, tired thighs
Stained teeth from ungrateful herds
Clean a few, kill the rest
Set fire to flames
Bless the staggering fleet

Scrape the ceiling
Scrape the ceiling
Parallel lines
Bad luck isn't brought by broken mirrors
but by broken minds

Celebrate
Celebrate

Celebrate
Celebrate
Celebrate
Celebrate

We’re all in this together
We’re all in this together
except me
carry the icons
carry the icons

Celebrate the joyful blind
Celebrate

If you got the key
don’t be a little bitch about it

If you got the key
don’t be a little bitch about it

Don’t fuck with my pension

Celebrate your
Celebrate your
Celebrate your
Celebrate your
Track Name: Exmodem
As a newer wave they will bring you shame
As a newer wave they will bring you shame
Melt your face in to your hands
Ask your troll for guidance
Burn the web
Burn the web
Burn the web
You piece of shit
Track Name: Metacoma
As they sharpened their teeth
On the monument grail
They felt like the sky
had tumbled in on them
And iridescent rivers
Filled the land with beautiful colors
They pulled back
And saw plastic shades
Step upon future gifts

And no one slept that night