INGRATE is finally released!!! New music in the works, new Black Harvest live lineup coming soon. Demo versions of new material will be posted this week. Stay tuned.
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BLACK HARVEST was formed in 2001 by Eric Chun (drums) and Kishor Haulenbeek (guitar/vox). With live members Roger Roberts (guitar) and Kirsten Everett (bass), they performed many shows in and around NYC between 2002 and 2005 while releasing two albums ("Shrine of Hours", self-produced 2002 and "White Light Came Down", Oak Knoll 2005). Their third album, "Ingrate", released by Oak Knoll in Spring of 2011, was entirely a solo effort, recorded by Kishor between 2005 and 2009. Currently, Kishor is co-writing material with new members and rehearsing for live shows.
Lyrics for the Black Harvest tracks:
Behind Every Tree and Stone:
Some say the world will end in violence, or the sea will rise and cover up the land. You said the world was never-ending. When we were young, fate was far more kind, and the sun shone higher and more brightly, and the night was never quite this black. Could we have been so wrong? Where have you been gone? How could you wait so long, only to return, and die at my feet? Now I beg the truth from strangers, on empty streets in decaying towns, but I can't forget your words. You said god was all around us, but I can't find him anywhere, and I've looked behind every tree and stone. No star in the East, to light my path; no voice in the dark; no gentle hands, guiding me back home. And I know you're here no longer, if you were ever here at all, but I feel your eyes upon me, and somehow, I swear you're hiding, behind every tree and stone, behind every tree and stone.
Gift:
What sense do you lack, that you cannot hear this song, that you turn away from this warmth into your unlit world, and crawl, naked and afraid? Thank you for this sweet communion, that rolls like a ghost on my tongue, empty if not for your name, silent except for your song. I can remember your face. I taste you whenever I breathe. If you would come back to me, shining, I would lay my head at your feet. I can't believe that you're gone. Here, on my back I lay here, foul-tongued, working to build a cage of bitter words to trap revelations. You, you bought the fucking scripture whole, and your soul is fed hand to mouth on another's words, starving, soon gone without a trace. You have one chance left to accept absolution: dance like a madman to the demanding beat in your blood, no matter it's bleeding from your feet wherever you step. Dance like a whirlwind, or you'll be lost; and if the pressure is too strong, if the desire to rest fills you with joy, then you must leave this sacred room. You don't belong here, and you might as well be dead. How I wish, how I yearn after stars, when all I can see is this light from a fire that died years ago. If I excise the root, the rest of this sick longing might disappear. Child, oh child, can you hear me? You weren't worth the price after all. If your heart had truly been open, you would have come back when I called. You won't ever see me again.
Wake:
There will come a dawn, you'll see, during which you may feel the uncontrollable urge to arise, cast off your unbecoming grief, and merge with the surrounding light, and not remember us. With our hands to the sky, we yearn for your ghost. We'd pull you back to us if we could. Somehow, I believe we never will, no matter how we might stretch upwards for miles. No matter. You remain beyond our reach. Why, of all of us, should you alone achieve unity with the divine, while we lie here waiting for words that never come? We'll die here, waiting for you. Oh, friend, we were far too cautious to return the embrace. So, like a wave, from the center and outwards, into pure calm, you'll fly like a god, while we claw in vain at the empty air. I've heard the eye is a perfect razor. So soon after you're gone, even we will forget your name, though in my dreams you're awake, and aware of everything, dancing in the limitless fire. Hello, sunlight. Come consume me whole. I'm tired of waiting for you. Come consume me whole. There's a fire in heaven. You've never seen such fire. Wake up, oh god wake up, wake up, oh please god wake up.
Pathetic Labor:
Run, and never come back. The hour is upon you. Never come back. The measure of your failures is the sum of what you are. Where will you fly, child? Far beyond my reach? How will you fly, child, so fast and so far that you might outpace the sun? Who in his right mind would go on with this pathetic labor, long after hope and beauty are gone? You've lost everything. Go, break your back. Grind your face in the dirt. You asked and you'll receive. Here is watered wine, given to you in scorn. Swallow it down until you choke, and die in a corner, a martyr without a god. Who in his right mind would go on with this pathetic labor, after everything? Come, come, surrender to the weakness of the moment. Bow down and become empty. I'll give you all you need, and take everything you are. Raise your head up high. Close your searching eyes, and open your mouth wide. You're nothing but a slave. Who in his right mind would cast off his every dream to go on with this pathetic labor, after everything?
Some reviews:
"Black Harvest are undoubtedly on the road to success."read full review at Metalreview.com.
".some of the best riffs I've heard thus far all year." read full review at Aversionline.com
"The picture is clear. Black Harvest have improved in leaps and bounds between their first and second release, adding a lot of variety in style and playing a very refined style of music." read full review at Pyromusic.net."It's not often that you come across a band in the demo stages of their career that sound this refined.Gathering a variety of styles from Melodic Death Metal to Black Metal to even touches of Goth, Black Harvest have recorded a finely textured demo that is bound to lead to bigger and better things."read full review at Metal-Observer.com.
More reviews at the Black Harvest site
Bio:Black Harvest was formed in the Spring of 2002 in Brooklyn, NY. They put out two recordings independently ("Shrine of Hours" and "Mute") before being signed to Oak Knoll Productions for the release of their official debut album, White Light Came Down, in July 2005. The long-overdue third album, entitled Ingrate,will be released this spring, again through Oak Knoll.
