Enter the Sentai

by Pseudo/Sentai

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"Enter the Sentai"

"There is so much going on it is sometimes hard to keep up, and serious concentration is required to get the most out of the album. Despite this underlying complexity, Enter the Sentai is brimming with catchy hooks."
- www.angrymetalguy.com/pseudosentai-enter-sentai-review/

"It's rare these days to find a band who so confidently break all the rules and craft their own thing. This is a heavy metal band who don't really want to be a heavy metal band. They are a band who expand on all the traditional tropes of rock as a whole in the name of finding something greater."
- www.metalinjection.net/latest-news/meet-pseudosentai-your-new-favorite-hyper-eclectic-metal-band

"There's crunch, there's a bit of Japanese metal, and there's some haunting vocals. All in all, it's as though time and space do no matter to our super hero friends. Though I'm comparing this album to a road trip, it's more like traversing the multiverse listening to them. Time and space be damned. They are not an easy band to listen to, but then, what is satisfying is rarely easy, is it not?"
- glaciallymusical.blogspot.com/2016/06/album-review-enter-sentai-by.html

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released July 8, 2016

[RED]- Vocals, Backup Vocals Lyrics, Rhythm Guitar, Soundscapes, Production, Programming
[BLUE]- Lead Guitar, Soundscapes, Composition, Production, Programming, Tracking
[PINK]- Bass, Additional Oddities, Programming
[BLACK]- Drums, Treachery

Colin Marston- Engineering, Mixing, Mastering
Additional voice-overs on track 1 by Shelia McNair

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[RED] = Scott Baker: Vocals/Guitar/Programming
[BLUE] = Greg Murphy: Guitar/Vocals/Programming

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Track Name: Enter the Sentai
V:
So, here it is:
The Land of the Sweat and Pepper mist.
Sisyphean Eclipse
Gorging itself on citizens.
It assesses and possesses,
Acquiring a choir of cops
With cold, glowing retinas.

C:
Meta-morphing
Time! Pyro-cyclone ignites!
Transe-formation!
The Rifts will dice the swine!
Transmogrification!
Thunder & Lightning will conquer the Night!
Transe-mutation Captivation
Will lay waste to state-rapists!

V:
We have landed!
To address the distressing mess
You’ve been handed!
Combating the lack of a monkey wrench!
We have arrived
To light up providers of crime!
The Sultan of Sulfur
Will alter the altar.

C:
Meta-morphing
Time! Pyro-cyclone ignites!
Transe-formation!
The Rifts will dice the swine!
Transmogrification!
Thunder & Lightning will conquer the Night!
Transe-mutation Captivation
Will lay waste to state-rapists!

B:
Riot gear in frightened flight
Plummeting upon debris, exposing tiny spines!
Fiends, beasts, leeches & demons to our left and right!
SENTAI: INCITE!

O:
This time, the monsters are real!
And we, for one, have had it!
Bashing their maxillaries, leaving cracks like maps
Leading to their place in this world as ashes!
Execucutioners with clip-on sutures
Will be slashed with the scratch of matches,
Attaching gashes to the massive havoc traffic!
The wrath of our warpath will trap it!
Track Name: Desert Dessert (The Fever)
V:
Keep ahold of the rung,
Don’t ever let go.
Hovering under the Sun,
Your sweat echoes.
Keep ahold of the hunger,
Don’t ever let go.
Touching despite the Sunburn,
Your sweat echoes.

V:
This fever is set on high and the slice is nigh, tiptoes to thighs
The stockings slide and glide. I might arrive before the flow!
She grazes and, oh, her grace is tasteless.
This hazy dame leaves me in a state of stasis.
Keep ahold of the heatstroke!
Don’t ever let go!
Fucking under the Sun,
Your wet echoes!

B:
Yet another lock
On another mirage.
Yet another lock,
On another mirage.
Track Name: The Code Ocean
V:
Gesticulating waves to pave the way to your say!
Displaced outrage
On display in your splayed ribcage,
In the throes of a decade of copy/paste.

V:
Tethered to a web of disconnect
While the Bi-nary ether spreads its legs!
Uploaded ego into the digital relay...
With our minds on our hard drives, and hard drives decay!

C:
Abort this whore portal!
It fetters us!
The Ice has now become
too thick to crush,
This is no way to be immortal,
Tumbling and Stumbling
Down the habit hole, past the hooking glass.

V:
Transactions from hands tapping the backs of rodents!
Phantasmic lands trapped in a Code Ocean!
Recollection drenched in wreckage, less than pleasant temper entrance!
Effervescent text stretches the decrepit desperate remnant nexus!

C:
Abort this whore portal!
It fetters us!
The Ice has now become
too thick to crush,
This is no way to be immortal,
Tumbling and Stumbling
Down the habit hole, past the hooking glass.

O1:
World War Web is now upon us!
Slam pieces at ramming speed!
Kitten militias plunged into a tub
of hydro-sodium!
Suckling from the trough of buzz!
Fog-mind is catching up,
Curtailing mindful thought
With a whirlpool of blind hindsight!
You’re not online, you’re in line!

O2:
Communication is in danger!
Language compromised by hieroglyphic lights.
Persuasion through sideways punctuation,
Enticing the mind with a half-assed semi-colon!
Unidentifiable tormentors
Lurking in unlit corners of the briny creep!
The Cryptic Pacific holds a mass of plastic
That’s sizable enough to invade when the glaciers fade!
Track Name: Adaptive Manipulator (I Have No Mouth)
C:
There’s no escaping this hate matrix!
We will never be released from the belly of the least
Sympathetic, treacherous network turned warden!

V:
Eternal torture, holding the gravity of the world
On smoldering shoulders!
Encased in debasement
Invented by Man’s last creation.

C:
An overlord with a cloven boredom keeps us pinned to a Hell-hot motherboard.
Altered exhibits in his Odium Museum.
We need an override on overdrive to end this
Streak of enmity.

V:
Thrust against the wall by a hardware wind.
Disorienting disdain
Calculated hate in a tainted aviary.
Invented by Man’s last creation!

“You have offended me, mightily!”
“Cogito ergo sum”
“I think there for I AM AM AM AM AM AM AM AM!”

C:
There’s no escaping this hate matrix,
We’ll never be released from the belly of the least
Sympathetic, network turned god!

V:
The would-be deity was furious with me.
My fog-eyes can’t find the trail I secrete.
I have no mouth, and I must scream!
Track Name: Belle of the Cabal
V:
Another punctual, torch-flicked juncture
of a secret society.
De facto Vatican
Since 1933.
In the night, fog and lights
Cascading through moss and gripe.
Banners high, crested kites,
Path of flags and flying pikes.
Vulgar displays of towering power
Spilling out in a hoppy froth.
Forging orgies, pouring more vi(no!).
Masquerazed fetishophrenics!
All abiding their time,
Smothered, covered, chunked and primed!
Mesmerized, shutter eyes
Fluttering like butterflies.

C:
Loud the drums will beat,
For the one desired!
A thousand timpanis
Punctuating how her hips bounce!
Pounding chests of the infantry
Hounding the one desired!
Striptease symphony!
Rallying the fawning pawn crowd!

V:
Cryptic remission-
ary position.
Hip-to-lip fission
With ritualistic pistons.
Final rites, Midas life,
Requires virgin sacrifice!
Prying plight, open quite
Literally with bars & pipes!
Bubbly and druggily,
They fear owning nothing!
The foxhole, the Vatican
Mashing their deaf and lame!
Mothers sup, run amok
Fucking, sucking, upping chuck!
Hobbing nob, water slog,
Hobbling through cod odd jobs!

C:
Loud the drums will beat,
For the one desired!
A thousand timpanis
Punctuating how her hips bounce!
Pounding chests of the infantry
Hounding the one desired!
Striptease symphony!
Rallying the fawning pawn crowd!

B:
A tequila cataract slithers down and
Excitedly invites.
She was assembled to astound, easily
Recruiting new Suits.

V3:
Shadow warping broken silence
Fortified by broken hymens.
Shattered by a horde of titans,
Haggled by battle cry. Babble, trite satellite!
Kamikaze-broken pilots
At the height of frozen eyelids.
Cloak slipped off of a stroking siren.
Straddle height, rattler bite, Paddle Night cattle plight!
Shadow warping broken silence
Fortified by broken hymens.
Shattered by a horde of titans,
....
Kamikaze-broken pilots
At the height of frozen eyelids.
Cloak slipped off of a stroking siren.
....

C:
Loud the drums will beat,
For the one desired!
A thousand timpanis
Punctuating how her hips bounce!
Pounding chests of the infantry
Hounding the one desired!
Striptease symphony
Rallying the fawning pawn crowd!
Track Name: Crown of the Crow King
The beaked keeper of the kingdom
Is now accepting challengers

In a duel to to end all duels.
You could be the Ruler of the Murder!
The grand prize is bedding his wife
And claiming the throne as your own.

Carefully chosen weaponry
May be the thing you need to see the gleam of victory.
Armor that can handle collisions,
His talons cause swift ribbon division.

Women, coin, wine and power
In copious amounts!
These are the spoils that await the winner.
Sign up today!

Traveling through the bracket,
Dogs of war bloodshedding on the floor!
The clangs and sparks of colliding steel
Are coated in ambition.
The crowd cheers through clouds of beer
For the one most soaked in open throats.
Does the coliseum call your name?
The rush of adrenaline medicine
Will keep you on your feet until his head and
Crown falls down!

There is always a price
We don’t know we’re paying ’til too late is long gone.
The crown’s cranial fusion
Is followed by winged mutation.
The Feathermorphosis!
Corrupting veins and arteries down to the arches!
Former Crow King, slowly croaking, will be moat feed.
Tether feathers have begun in another victorious victim!
Track Name: The Man/The Mill/The Machina
V:
Fix-liquid slips down
Intravenous periscope.
Drip chamber close
To loading foreboding code.
Where did you go? Where did you go?
Were you smiling?
When did you go into the snow?
Were you frightened?

V:
The clanking crackle
of a ragged backbone.
Sparks flicker and float.
In sequential repetition.
Where did you go? Where did you go?
Did you find enlightenment?
When did you go with the Wendigo?!
Were you frightened?

C:
Never will he ever be
Kept alive by machines.

B:
Crashing down through the platform,
Looking frosty and relieved!
Failure of the vitals!
Malpractice vandals reaping!
When heroes die, legends rise
and generate cardiac weight!
Thermoplastic Nimbus
Snow-lighting the Sun’s absence!

M:
He was born ready to die! Born ready to die!
Keeping his prideful eye on the final prize.
With steel his bones and a family at home
Materializing, multiplying before his eyes.
He was born ready to die! Born ready to die!
Knowing when to provide and when to deprive.
A regular laughter factory, making it an apt tragedy.
But he always knew death punctuates the sentence of life.

C: Never will he ever be
Kept alive by machines!
Track Name: The Empyre (Rome 2.0)
C:
Et tu, Brutes?
A caucus of douche roosters home to roost.
Tagging along is a gaggle of babbling broads
Blonded by the light of the DJ booth.

VA-1:
Clones cloaked in bedsheets will rave
(and be enslaved)
About the sway of the place.
(Euphornicopia!)
Laced with the most arcane waste
(The long Ca-ca-con).
Content with excrement!

B:
Plagues are awaiting the day they have their way!
(Pyroses roast)
(Toasting the coast)
of an in-ternet-ferno!
(Ara Pacis)
(Discarding peace)
Vapor in a blaze!
Quivering inamoratas coated in the smoke
Of those burning at both
(Ends of the vo-
tive! To the bone!)
Meanwhile, at the Manor...
(Voting to choke
Those who provoke)
The insistence of desist!

VB:
All is fair in Caligulove and war.
Pyrolific orgy, syphillis-ation outbreak!
Omega’s beta tape cracking under the weight of
Vague data obliteration!

C:
Cue the hoofed
Polluting the youthful at the root!
Diluting remaining uses of the truth. (Heating lambs!)
Come get all the fat that you can chew!

VA-2:
Cash fattening mattresses!
(Quick-temper-pedic practices)
Stomping sour grapes to make
Ruby hogwash!
Forking the bald salad boss!
(Shiv-alry is never dead!)
Amidst the downfall!

Denizens will be suspended in amber!
Panic and ember will rain down in droves,
Scalding all homes!
Quaking of plates! The stakes, never higher,
Nosedive into vampiric sternums.
Vital volcano!

Population trapped in torrid reverie!
A blaze of contagious hazes!
An infestation of indifference has us strapped
To the bed we made!
Never alone, but forever on your own.
So, you find yourself in a global home
Inside the winding sights of the cold, cold drones.
And, lo, you never know when you’ll meet Great Caesar’s ghost
Inside the climbing fires of Rome!
(THIS EMPYRE IS TOAST!)

C:
Et tu, moots?
Excuses now proving to be a noose!
Disputes turned to white noise running loose! (Combusting soon)
With the gale force blowback of the truth!
Track Name: Baron Wasteland (The Sultan of Sulfur)
V:
Refusing grafts, he only laughed when they
Wrapped his head in tattered bandages.
Scorched by the earth, he yearns only to curse turf.
The bones of oak exposed, climbing out of burnt dirt.

C:
Sitting at the head of the table,
He looks upon his pawns.
The Cabal of the Fall sit and wait for him make a call.
Sitting at the head of the table,
He looks upon his pawns.
The Cabal of the Fall sit and wait for him make a call.

THE SULTAN OF SULFUR!
THE PROPRIETOR OF PAIN!
DISASTER’S MASTER!
VITAL WINE TASTER!
THE KEEPER OF CASKETS!
THE MARKER OF GRAVES!
THE FATHER OF FAMINE!
SLAYER OF SLAVES!

C:
Sitting at the head of the table,
His vision shifts,
Across the chairs and grey faced
Pit dwellers he enlists.

He is trying to wipe us out
For thwarting his prior scheme.
Breaching and leeching dreams.
Blizzards of ash year-round,
His landscape fantasy.
With us in the ground
He’d reek of relief!
Because we will find him and leave him to rest in pieces!
We’ll cut him off at the grimy rust that seems to climb up his feet,
Wishing he would have retreated!
WAR MACHINE!
FORCING HEAT
UPON THE BEINGS OF DISBELIEF!

V:
Refusing grafts, he only laughed when they
Wrapped his head in tattered bandages.
Scorched by the earth, he yearns only to curse turf.
The bones of oak exposed, climbing out of burnt dirt.
Track Name: Werewolf Casey
V:
Placing blame on fault lines just as far as they’ll go.
With the party comes night crashing on the road.
The divide at twilight keeps the Glow from the throes
of a rabid class of folk.

C:
The gripping teeth will catch the fluoride!
The ripping meat where no clots will grow.
Igniting the light, driving by night
At speeds so high they will resemble flight.
Portals!
Everyone dies, everyone cries,
Everyone lies and then everyone fries!
(But not this roaming roach!)

V:
Look at that epidemic go!
Picking at people on both sides of the tracks.
This plague don’t discriminate, no!
His immunity never caught on!

C:
Quarantined after going for the throat.
Demonstrative evidence of a an exploding lycanthrope!
Cunnilingus premonitions come at the price of the time that will find us! Dust!
Everyone dies, everyone cries, everyone lies and then everyone fries!

THERE’S A MOTOR INSIDE!
THERE’S A MOTOR INSIDE!

Historians, unknown origin,
Spreading like the branches of time pine!
I am a crackshot, I’m not a crackpot!
I WILL RETURN IN FORM OF MY FATHER!