Harlott - Trial by Liar (Official Video)

Buy here: http://www.metalblade.com/harlott “Trial By Liar,” “Truth doesn't appear to matter anymore and there aren't any consequences for anything. There is a war on information raging and we yearn for the day when judgement is met on these perpetrators.” - Harlott Australian thrash titans will unleash their "Exsequiis" full-length on September 11th via Metal Blade Records! It's been 20 years since four teenagers from Melbourne assembled under the name HARLOTT – chosen largely because it would look good on a black t-shirt. After a scorching debut with "Origin" in 2013, the band carved their path through "Proliferation" (2015), "Extinction" (2017), and "Detritus of the Final Age" (2020) sharpening their brand of breakneck, high-tension thrash with every release. Now, after a six-year gap, "Exsequiis" marks the boldest leap forward in their career. Denser, harsher, and more confident than ever – a razor-sharp sound picture built on world-class guitar work, relentless momentum and lyrics that cast a jaundiced eye over our bitterly divided world. The death of the gods, delivered by thrash metal artisans in the prime of their lives. "Detritus... was a great experience in digging out sounds and ideas that we would have been too trepidant to explore," explains the band. "For Exsequiis, we went further into that, but with the confidence that it would work as it had done before." LYRICS: Spitting out your need to be relevant Spotlight on your cabaret The greater the lie the deeper the sating Addicted to the malaise Twist the knife and invent the assassin Lord knows you need someone to blame Soliloquy that you wrote yourself Is crafted pure to conjure pain Falsehood Breeding mental Warfare Resorting to your Libel Living for the Rival Spurring on the Infight Blinded by the Gaslight Illuminate the fallacy Scrutiny reveals what I always knew Blinded eyes will scream vain Mutineers play their part Turn their cloaks Betray logic for a better tale The oiled gears crushing the operator of the propaganda hate machine The fumes of your deception descend Asphyxiation is the creed Hierophant Choke on reason Tyrant Final treason Obsess Wanton fury Godless Purgatory Despot Just desertion Judge not When you would defy yourself to be judged And as the fire turns towards the one who lit the flame And as the liar burns the fuel they carry seals their fate The deed is done and the gavel is down Your neck is broken by the weight of the crown The sentence fitting for skill of the act The wheels in motion there's no turning back The perjurer's toll has left you begging to be crucified The scale of justice has you mourning that you ever lied A solitude you find yourself in at the turn of tides Manufactured when you oppress into choosing sides Commiserations never stood your way Capitulation is the name of the game Anticipation of the sympathetic gesture The venom of your own concoction is the measure Ripping out the feed to malevolence Starve the source of your disgrace The maker The vile The agent of hatred Agitated by the shame Slip the line and cut out the assailant The story lacks antagony A miserere that you sold instead of mastering your own despair Falsehood Breeding mental Warfare Resorting to your Libel Living for the Rival Spurring on the Infight Blinded by the Gaslight Illuminate the fallacy Seether Nonbeliever Persecute Deprecate Interdict Suffocate