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“Violent Poetry” maestros LAUDARE capture heart and mind in a beautiful journey called “d.è.o.m.è.”

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Teased through a spooky website with a special gallery where you can find yourself wandering between specific sections of the songs weaving into one another, “d.è.o.m.è.”, the debut offering from new Leipzig based experimental screamo act LAUDARE stands as a significant work. This unique record has facets from across the spectrum of experimental, post rock, black metal, and screamo music, and offers a mind-bending lyrical sphere that’s both intriguing and mysterious. We have teamed up with the band to give you an exclusive run through all of the mesmerizing tracks that should find their way onto year end lists this coming December.

“d.è.o.m.è.” is a testament to LAUDARE‘s singular vision, and another reason why DIY artists we’re covering here on IDIOTEQ should receive more praise and appreciation for being so crative, inspiring andd thought-provoking. The band has offered further proof as to why the widely understood post hardcore aggregate remains to be one of the most interestingly developing segments of DIY music these days.

Here’s what the band had to say about the general concept behind the opus:

d.é.o.m.é. … rest and run, breathe and break. d.é.o.m.é. is about constant searching and longing. About rearing up against the experience of senselessness and agony and encountering it with a ebullient lust for live. About personal growth and regression; overcoming oneself and being restrained by ones flaws over and over again. Commiting to the circle of live and death, collapse and change. A never-ending journey. Fearing it, but still loving it, celebrating it, praising all the ups and downs. Laudare! Rest and run, breathe and break. The title is a dream, coming from the deepest realms of the sub-concious. Ambiguous and still revealing more about yourself than you could ever experience in any thoughtful self-reflection.



Plethora … is about stage fright. It is about staring, attentive eyes. About affectivity and loss of control. Named and shamed.


“He who has an ear, let him hear”
She who as an eye, let her witness

I am anxious, full of fear
Crying craven to my weakness

Trembling, cramping
neat but drear
I’m sowing thorns, I utter lies
seem surely poised, am cowardice

However I’m crafting this confusion,
you’re slaves to my delusion
You’re my chosen enemy,
and I’m your shameful parody

Stripped and crude and unadorned
Truth is vulnerable scorn
There I slander, here confine
as lust and lewdness intertwine

I am dressed
I’m served for you
Human dross brought on a plate
Go get your forks
and knives and sate
And Feast, Feast, Feast
Hang me on the highest tree,
so that every soul could not but see

“He who has an ear, let him hear”
She who has an eye, let her witness

Black Hole Reign

Black Hole Reign … is dark romance. It is about knowing that the thing you want the most is the least to be achieved. It is about abiding the storm, about praising excitement and vitality and virtue by giving in uncertainty.


Nails and Bones
Veins and Thrones
From Ivory
Harsh and Holy
Brick on brick
From time to space
Show me your face

Gracious empress, restless you
keep me here, make me your tool
that I may never escape from that labyrinth of yours

Fomented by sorrows hollow laughter,
that I may never reach to the very heart of certainty

Breast-feed me with the inks
for your pristine picture,
our common chapter

dripping veins
homesick stains
gushing frames
I am braving infinity

Black hole reign
Your Queendom
your perfect picture
Heaven without stars.

Black hole benediction
Black hole valediction
Black hole
A Heaven without stars

Begging Substance

Begging Substance … is dealing with mortal agony. But not for the sake of being afraid of death, but rather for the sake of loosing with life the ability to grow and to constantly conquest self. So it’s rather fear of not being alive, than fear of death. How would one outlive oneself?


Who is who inside of you
If god is dead, what ’bout you
Here we shiver, there we scatter
Not for worse nor for the better

Merely our reason keeps us grounded
Dignity and scorn compounded
All our motions keen, erratic
Our imagery antiqued and static

Obsess me! Feel me!
Fill me! Fullfil me!
Seduce me! Endow me!
Defile me! Deliver me!

Let my life be more than a collection of photographs blurring the line
Let my death be more than a grave full of souvenirs feigning shine

That ever flows, and ever grows
owes and bestowes
“we think in eternity but we move slowly through time”
One and another one after the other
“Pleasure for the beautiful bodies, pain for the beautiful souls”

Let my life be more than a collection of photographs blurring the line
Let my death be more than a grave full of souvenirs feigning shine

In such life where we are enslaved by what we do not dare to see
whereas in death we’ll forever be released into what we now try to flee.

Salute sadness
Salute fear
Salute my precious
Oh death my dear

Collision … And Coherence

Collision … And Coherence … is antinomy. A means to oscillate between (self)- rotation in the sense of individuation and revolution in the sense of turning around a “big picture”, a super-personal connection. Devotion without self-abandonment, self- revelation without translucency.

Collision Lyrics:

Revelation of self
or translucency
all wherefores sink
into obscurity
this is the beauty
my daily bread
food for my soul
blows to my head

Coherence Lyrics:

“Rudderless, we drift athwart a tempest,
And when once the storm of youth is past,
Without lyre, without lute or chorus,
Death the silent pilot comes at last
And within the grave there is no pleasure,
For the blindworm battens on the root,
And desire shudders into ashes,
And the tree of passion bears no fruit”

Lead from a gash in a sense that marred
servants of failure
the fiercer the frailer
however essential I disregard

I’m reconciling with distress still
a hesitating urge that spills
from amidst these insights that I barred
that flash back solace worn and charred

Spade for spade I am shifting emotions
a flustering silence is catching a hold
My conscious is countered in this commotion
an elusive alignment as your spirit unfolds

One last wistful glance
it’s fading, it’s waning
Our last woeful dance
as I’m tumbling, restraining

Or have I fallen
for you?

Whoever Doesn’t Shine is Darkness

Whoever Doesn’t Shine is Darkness … is unbiased space, is catharsis, is rest. It is inherent sense. Constant renaissance. Inward peace given without reward.


Pulsating prophets dressed in sound
shapen landscapes, liven ground
Death talks a voice so hoarse
listen to his homily
Yet so honest how so dark
souls in liability

A hushing touch a frozen scream
then heavens vicious waters stream
Mother thunders birth of bolt
a tacit will, descending cold

Beyond bogs and groves and seas
amidst all these consecrated trees
embarassed in bareness
implanted in caress
Here I surrender
here I ease

You will find me in the light
come find me when the lightning strikes
I want
So let me


Nadir … is a bow to unmight. Benevolent and sweet sadness.


Driven by the winds of grace
Her wings of faith struck thunder alike
Cutting invisible air into pieces

Amidst a sky that was all draped
in red and black she shaped
a therefore unseen crack
for the ever-first sunray to be laid

In that one foot that she only got
she held a seed
that housed the arcane recipe
for a whole world yet to come

When she was gently touching down
it shook the earth straight to it’s bone
yet there was noone here to frown
let alone to doubt nor moan
so the seed was planted upon oath
as a gift, as a promise of finite growth

Right after that first rain did fall
to complete the wholeness of giving birth
to answer on that humming call
that fertile wish of mother earth
in that incantatory moment
the world’s clockhand struck one
the conspiracy of health and sickness
gree and grudge has there begun

Now merely an echo of this moment
that our world’s clockhand struck one
the only salvation of this curse is penance
you and I have never done
the remedy of loss is prayers
you and I have never sung
the conspiracy of health and sickness
gree and grudge has never gone.

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