Enter the Sentai

by Pseudo/Sentai

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    releases 08 July 2016

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1.
Intro the Sentai
2.
3.
Desert Dessert (The Fever)
4.
The Code Ocean
5.
Adaptive Manipulator (I Have No Mouth)
6.
7.
Crown of the Crow King
8.
The Man/The Mill/The Machina
9.
The Empyre (Rome 2.0)
10.
Baron Wasteland (The Sultan of Sulfur)
11.

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"Enter the Sentai"

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releases 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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Pseudo/Sentai Brooklyn, New York

[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: 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: Werewolf Casey
V:
Placing blame on fault lines just as far as they’ll go.
With the party comes at 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!