Cult Of Youth ‎– Final Days - 2014 Industrial EXP Neo-Folk LP

Cult Of Youth ‎– Final Days

Label:
Sacred Bones Records ‎– SBR 118
Format:
Vinyl, LP, Album
Country:
US
Released:
11 Nov 2014
Genre:
Rock
Style:
Neofolk, Industrial, Experimental

Tracklist

A1 Dragon Rouge 4:42
A2 Empty Faction 2:51
A3 God’s Garden 2:51
A4 Down The Moon 5:15
A5 Of Amber 7:01

B1 No Regression 3:34
B2 Sanctuary 9:24
B3 Roses 5:17

Companies, etc.

Recorded At – Heaven Street
Mastered At – Bonati Mastering

Credits

Bass – Jasper McGandy
Cello – Paige Flash
Drums, Percussion – Cory Flannigan
Electric Guitar [Electric Guitars] – Christian Kount*
Guitar [Guitars], Trumpet [Trumpets], Synthesizer [Synths], Vocals – Sean Ragon
Written-By, Recorded By – Sean Ragon

Notes

On the vinyl label, the track A2 "Empty Faction" appears as "Cat Piss (White Punk)".

Includes lyrics & info sheet.
Includes digital download.

All songs written and recorded at Heaven Street through the dark days and bright nights of 2013 and 2014.

Barcode and Other Identifiers

Barcode (Sticker): 6 16892 23564 4
Matrix / Runout (Runout etching Side A): SBR-118A BONATI MASTERING NYC
Matrix / Runout (Runout etching Side B): SBR-118B BONATI MASTERING NYC

"Final Days, the fourth and most cataclysmic album to date from Brooklyn post-industrial prophet Sean Ragon and his swelling Cult of Youth congregation. Since debuting in 2007 as a solo acoustic mission, Ragon has been gradually adding more members, not to just elaborate upon his neofolk-rooted sound, but to seemingly recruit soldiers for war. But on Final Days, he’s not so much fighting to save the planet as our collective sense of empathy—because without the latter, the former is essentially doomed. From day one, Cult of Youth songs have followed a similar structural trajectory—solitary acoustic strums introduce Ragon’s sonorous croon, before his playing turns incrementally intense and his voice explodes into a self-immolating shriek. Final Days showcases a newly expanded five-piece chamber-punk formation, it proves to be a much gnarlier, nastier record than its predecessor. True to its wide-screened scope, Final Days unfolds like a film told in flashback, with the eerie opening soundscape presenting a desolate, post-apocalyptic scene that the subsequent vocal-driven songs subtly inch us toward. And just as a track like "Dragon Rouge" gradually builds from deceptively idyllic folk-song overture toward a cataclysmic, string-screeching climax, so too does Final Days’ sequence as a whole, frontloading more concentrated blasts of fury to set up the more imposing, expansive set pieces of the album’s second act." (Pitchfork)