Generating death so wistfully.

Prisoners living blissfully,

Unaware of the final stage 

Building their own cage in the throes of grace.

Feature shifting orchestrating the grift!

There is no-thing

She won't do to ensure return.

They are lov-ing,

Showered in unnecessities.

Ci-ty mix-ing

Life at home and elsewhere.

Al-ways fix-ing

Fictional inconveniences.

For the brea-thing

Loafing bags of entitlement. 

They all see her as

A diety both balsamaceous and wounded.

Every deafening second 

Is precious and vexing.

Blessings are deadly

In the hands of the wretched.

C:

We can't survive

She's utilizing light like strychnine.

Burns secreting in secret,

We as a species are seeping!

These canned canines

Believe her to be benign!

The gears of the city are screeching,

Begging for dismantlement 

[Bansheeface be damned! 

This can't happen!]

(Our neutrality will persevere!)

They know not what

Awaits their conclusion. 

"Nor do we" But

I hear her rabid cackles!

"This is all non-sense!"

Enlighten me if you have a better plan!

"You're lo-sing it!"

I can hear the diabolical way she thinks,

"This is bull-shit!"

Something manifested a telepathic link!

"Seize him, guard-lings!"

You understand not

What her presence will mean for our kind!

A padded cell

Doesn't suit me well.

Elders, I tried to tell

You. I'll handle this oncoming hell myself!

Damn her eyes!

Delivering lies like fists might!

The corrupt shun agents of reason.

Her brainstorms rain diseases.

Damn her thighs,

They pull me into her blinds!

She has finally hacked 

Into my mind!

The gravest 

Invasion

In latest

Notation

Is upon us!

And I'll be honest,

All will fall

Like the calmest of comets.

B:

Abstaining from her heinousness 

Won't make her machinations cause any less 

distress.

We can't survive!

The brightness strikes like riptide.

Burns secrete in secret,

As our species repents!

She can't be divine!

Her hips spread lies like red wine!

Gears of the city screechin',

Begging to be torn to pieces!!!

Bansheeface

Guitar Solo Performed/Written by Sawyer Schneider "Oak Sawblade"
Artwork by Jordan Clancy
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March of the Selkies

The Latest Pseudo/Sentai album.

All of it. At the same time. Our foray into harsh noise.

Enter The Sentirety

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!

Enter The Sentai

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 remissionary 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!

Belle Of The Cabal

From the album, "Y.A.B.A.T."

Written by Pseudo/Sentai
Produced by Tyler Smyth

Wonderstood

What is My Armed Nemesis?

From the "Nature's Imagination (Chapter One)" EP

Star Canvas

From the "Nature's Imagination (Chapter Two)" EP

Photoperiodism

Keeper of the Stars

Long ago, bolts of great power were transmitted to the earth from a mysterious origin unknown to the masses. Upon reaching Earth's atmosphere the heat molded the beams of various colored light into weapons. The first two weapons wound up in the hands of two humans, now known as [RED] and [BLUE].

[RED] was given the FIREarm, a gunblade with the power to unload a blazing inferno upon his adversaries. Combined with the power of Wind to emit the force of a hurricane with his voice, he is able to create vortexes of unspeakable burn. [BLUE] acquired the power of Shadow when given the Battleaxe of Bewilderment. Creating shadow people and creatures to dismantle the opposition. The presence of contrast between light and darkness increases the power of his shadows. The next human was given a complex connection to robots. Years later, [PINK] was given a small floating droid that follows her around, controlled by her thoughts. She also works wonders with a laser rifle while tossing the floating droid towards foes, which electrocutes or impales with kinetic blades.

The number of remaining powers are uknown, as they have yet to find who wields the other weapons. Pseudo/Sentai is the living collective chosen by these powers. They are harbingers of freedom against tyranny and control in a world that corrupts its heroes and bludgeons creative minds into submission.

Here to bring the balls back to Rock & Roll, Pseudo/Sentai is ready to fight for music by transcending its boundaries. Their mission statement is as follows: "We are Pseudo/Sentai. We are here to save the world." And to their enemies: "We have come to fuck you up."


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