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Lohman Presents Monoliths

by Lohman

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Daze 00:41
awakened daze dark mist and a smoldering haze blood on my feet and oblivion from above charred chords fill the night what on earth has become this prophet was false no way out wake of extinction clear and present danger of all these fears
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Ejecta 00:54
this sun will consume these fires consume all this faith all this hope this robe I’m at the end of my rope sulfur consumes the vibrant violent environment around me
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Cascade 01:14
as i take in my final breath thoughts of you endorphines rushing I've never known another love like you stitched images in my brain blue eyes last waking thought of you will be sublime crying and sobbing while I die like the rest ill never know a love like you. stitched images in my brain blue eyes last waking thought of you will be sublime my face on fire i am a liar face on fire i will repent
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Aurora 04:09
looking up at the sky I see a graveyard of our ancestors long past the stars are silent tonight so many lost in time so many forgotten countless tombs and numberless graves we are the ghosts of long dead suns
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Nocturne 06:59
a nightmare that plagues me my hands soaked in blood my own mind betrays me her faith comes undone no escaping from this dream a secret agenda becomes me the man in white will set me free this solution is a sedative the dreams will leave me be a darkness engulfs me a much-needed abyss dreamless slumber awaits me the crime scene I won't miss fuck, the abyss now comes horror in the morning I have dread the place where I saw her is now where she's fucking dead the medication has allowed to take over my body, and put her in the fucking ground trial by jury hate-filled eyes no rest for the killer another waste burned in time the nightmare continues no more sleep no more death
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Tar 06:23
i am sick of the way that you are how your words split your lips like black tar i am sick of the way that you are get your hell out of here get it out
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a rush of blood to my jeans a rush of blood to my head all full with cannonballs as i sail the fucking seven seas of sweat brunette bombshells breed nuclear winter she fucked till she froze and stood up all exposed and that's love i've been told i scrape the scum from where i live here at the bottom of the well attention attention i am an accident on display alone i'm alone with forked tongue through the phone i'm alone i'm alone i am inside your home all alone
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After Dark 02:45
transcend thirteen thoughts clouds clot with encapsulated numbness in my chest comprehension, a maturing redwood moment by moment by moment creeping further into dead space observing universe accurately solution for this corroded soul encouraged greatly nonexistence is existence crushed under the existential pressure that proves to be innate peering beyond the infinite darkness an arm reaches out a light grip on the index ludicrous latch black vacuum compensation existence commence thorn behind eyes the aging gnaws time devour oneself recognize this visual hallucination a compromise spitting an image similar to myself lost inside an abandoned mine slips into the muscle breach euphoria willows the front lines bright blue pipe inside my voice death feasting upon my luscious life I felt it ferment I felt it in my brain I felt myself die I felt life drain no surprise deceased since birth never content with life only at the conclusion is when everything's alright.
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never-ending envy of the unborn notions of non-existence satisfy me In locations, I dare not explore suitable solace within fruitless existence leading me to understand a desire to die was no conflict clean conscious at a calm center speaking internally cements me inability to complete this conversion to thought leaves me broken, at the bottom born to exist bleeding inside of my brain to suppress abandon me awaiting the inevitable solitary confinement increase infinite caress and you arrived in my life plucking at me clawing behind my eyes consummating your personal space clean conscious at a calm center speaking internally cements me inability to complete this conversion to thought leaves me broken, at the bottom born to exist laying, playing with dirt wishing to someday return into the breach compressed crushing darkness comfort me
11.
Ice 02:40
froze mid-birth of rose doze-like state land-locked inside a nailed crate i feel the empty grow in size but something softer fell inside the surface burns it hurts, i wait thoughts yearn for so much less eliminate, eradicate, decimate this desire, i hurt please make me dig dirt without sores i'm inside the deep let me out hear my cries everlasting lust blinds shrieks of a madman about to fly unfathomable enigma blessed girl in in the beautiful black dress hear this despair i am weak, without rest i am weak, without rest allow me to gaze upon those eyes one last time before i encase myself in ice before i encase myself in ice.
12.
Mud 02:08
i’ve been waiting every night for something just within my brain a blackened canvas for a vision then waking up again the same i’ve been waiting every night for something lovely and insane to shine a light down in my cave so used to waking with some pain and i’ve been waiting like a dog for an owner with some love like a swamp without its frogs i’m quiet drowning in the mud i’ve been sweating every night waking to eyes all dripping rain always wondering what it was that’s standing in the way of gain just a head of empty spaces a shoebox full of unworn shoes i hope i’ll see in sleep one day some mesh of unfamiliar clues and i’ve been waiting like a dog for an owner with some love like a swamp without its frogs i’m quiet drowning in the mud i don’t play that game with my eyes open i don’t play that game with my eyes open i never have there’s no gleam i can’t dream
13.
weakened of breath condensed compressed vulnerable to these elements sustaining relevance twenty-four hours surrounded escape is useless sadistic need to break through to never be familiar with the norm the statue I am a lingering numbness leaving me aimless my taste is off i am shameless my legs are light glass bulbs burrow beneath my swollen skin i'm feeling green there is no teenage lover between these bedsheets birthed into a life long singularity the desire to want more is absent sadistic need to break through to never be familiar with the norm the statue I am a lingering numbness sadistic need to break through to never be familiar with the norm but a damning consistency to never settle but not to better lightning strike me twenty-four hours surrounded escape is useless the sadistic need to break through to never be familiar with the norm the statue that I am a lingering numbness but a damning consistency to never settle but not to better lightning strike me living a life in stormy weather the desire to want more is absent
14.
emptiness is a loaded gun pushed into the mouth of the right of the just without lust, without trust speak uninhibited let the mind loose give in throw it up sick of all of us
15.
Lysergide 02:33
lost in a sky of diamonds euphoric unconsciousness emotional deception violates logic and reason waves of sorrow conquer free letting this take over will be the end of me seductive husk slithers sentiments forced through the cut torn through the teeth impotent, fracture free (or so it seems) secrete submarine bottom feeder discharge of the sea pure intentions shed disease infects hope mother with selective love banshee, light as a dove perception unknown caught in the undertow strenuous thoughts torturing trust eviscerate this heart tunnel out my tumor I cast you out to the ocean a burial, fit for a queen I cast you out you have my crown take a bow lysergide miscarriage
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Dys 02:05
defective delicate dysfunction cemented infinite aggression children void of hope and direction mothers with pill popping addictions bile in my throat white as a ghost bile in my throat white as a ghost bile in my throat white as a ghost bile in my throat i'll hold back emotions forge dreamlike convection bound to decrease into secretion in the burning heat of cremation I beg for the same demise bile in my throat white as a ghost bile in my throat white as a ghost bile in my throat white as a ghost bile in my throat i'll hold back you are not well take to the trees and do not forget to and I quote “burn in hell” this is not what you call home this is not what you would call a home this is not what you call home this is not what you would call a home children left alone dead in the stove breathe free a sigh of relief this is not what you call home this is not what you would call a home this is not what you call home this is not what you would call a home children left alone dead in the stove break free no sign of relief enter this sick dysfunction this sick is dysfunction bleeds me fucking dry
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about

DLLM065

Monoliths began as many bands do - four high school friends with an itch to jam and channel our energies and musical tastes, and most importantly to have a lot of fun. From our earliest practices in Campo’s garage (deemed the Hobbit Hut) to our final practices in Christian’s Maine basement, our goal was always to make music that was a little challenging for us to play but even more fun to play in front of the teeny crowds of punk kids who may have seen us in our short run.

Kehan and I bonded in 11th grade over our mutual love of music - we shared (and still share) a passion for hardcore, metal, indie rock and post-rock that presented a route for our artistic follies that was easy to navigate. We recruited the incredible talents of our friends Christian and Campo who had played in a fantastic local band called Funkhole and shared our love of music and pushed us to expand our tastes. We were lucky to have played some really amazing shows with great local bands and some touring bands we seriously looked up to. Monoliths dissolved as we all approached the struggle of adulthood - going to college, moving around and starting anew, working full time, trying to pay rent, discovering ourselves. At our final practice we jammed some songs that became the foundation for Lohman, a new band featuring Kehan and myself along with our closest friend Elle. It was a fruitful practice but an ultimately strange day in which we (excluding the clear headed Campo) took some hallucinogenic drugs and wound up experiencing different levels of bad trippage. We played one final show a few years later in 2018 at the truly magical Thing In The Spring fest in Peterborough, NH.

Here we present to you the selected discography of our material as Monoliths as we begin to take steps to move forward with our musical endeavor under the name Lohman. We hope you enjoy the songs and we sincerely thank you, the listener, for your support.

- Brian

credits

released October 31, 2020

The art for this release was designed by John Bogan.
You can see his amazing work here --> johnbogan.com

This record was engineered, mixed, and mastered by Mike Moschetto
All the live photos used were taken by Freddie Ross

Monoliths was and will always be
Matt Campo - bass
Christian Northover - drums
Kehan Larivee - vocals
Brian McNally - guitar

Over the years we have been met with immense kindness from individuals who supported us. We’d like to thank the following in no particular order:
Freddie Ross, Zack Dion, Eric Pinto, Chris Trindade, Mike Moschetto, John Bogan, Elle Mitchell, Eric Jablon, Mike Van Buren, Walker Desing, Ian Gillian, Gabe Solomon, Gregory Zounek, KZ Staska, Olin Dunleavy, Danielle Behr, Gina Provost, Scott Mclatchie, Eric Gagne, Larissa Crobat, Tann Kelley, Jay Anderson, Colin Ashen, Dan Moriarty, Harrison Hartley, Nick Cooper, Peter Gilli, Ian Legge, Christer Lunnan-Reitan, Owen McSweeny, Dylan Brady, Isabelle Ripa, Jeremiah Tessier, Matthew Morales, Alexandre Boucher, Alexa Ambrose, Dan Barletta, Jake Letizia, Jake Amrhein, Jordan Leekspin, Rodrigo Castellanos, Tyler Bisson, Marisa Rasum, Dakota Quinn, Juan Gabe, David Liebe Hart, Mike Hickey, Gregg Turkington, Matthew Wallenstein, Will Killingsworth, Jack Shirley, and if we missed you please be assured you have full permission to scream at us in public.

An extra special thank you to Matt’s parents for letting us practice in the Hobbit Hut and another thank you to Christian’s parents who let us practice in Alfred, ME over the years.

A second extra special thank you to Christian Holden of The Hotelier for booking us on our first gig at RAD Skate Park in Mendon, MA.

A third extra special thank you to Brian’s parents Bob and MaryAnn for being so supportive of the band and letting us practice in The Freedom Zone.

And finally one last extra special thank you to my Dad, Aunt Donna, and my sister Santa for getting me into Cursive and Daniel Striped Tiger at such an early age.

For Steph + Mark, wish you could be here with us.

-Kehan

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