DOLDREY Celestial Deconstruction
https://ironlungrecords.bandcamp.com/album/celestial-deconstruction-lungs-204
“Doldrey make a murky, gnarled, cranked-up form of music that splits the difference between old-school death metal, classic black metal and feral D-beat. They’re one of those bands where lo-fi recording is a true asset, since it makes them sound even more like cave-dwelling berserkers.” -Tom Breihan

After a couple season sets worth of gestation, Doldrey has returned with “Celestial Deconstruction”, a proper full length that is decidedly more metal that their previous efforts. Make no mistake, this is still punk as hell but this time with more of a violent stenchcore feel (sans the ridiculous "epic" intros) mixed with Slayer breakdowns and evidence of early Celtic Frost played through the HM-2. Altogether a sound that is pure thrashing nastiness.

350 copies on black and 150 on silver 150gr vinyl housed in a 24pt reverse board jacket with poster, lyric insert and download card included. Recorded by Izzad Radzali Shah. Mastered by Will Killingsworth. Art by MFAXII, Serpentschon and Francesco Goats.

DOLDREY

03 Endless Torment

[Verse 1]
In the realm of tales, where myths are spun,
A quest for truth, under the sun.
We peel the layers, of legends old,
Seeking the kernel, the story untold.

[Verse 2]
With every borrowing, every moral interwoven,
Nature's cycles, in stories cloven.
A labor of love, to find what's real,
Beneath the myths, the essence to reveal.

[Chorus]
But even in history's sobering gaze,
We find the need, the truth to appraise.
For no one pens, without a shade,
The clear and apparent truth, so vaguely laid.

[Verse 3]
What might be truth, in the heart of the tale,
A quest mythologists, tirelessly unveil.
Through distortions, and influences wide,
We seek the essence, that might reside.

[Chorus]
For in every story, in each recounted deed,
Lies a blend of truth and myth, intercede.
A journey through veils, to what might be true,
In the heart of legends, and histories too.

[Outro]
So here's to the seekers, in myths and in time,
Who search for the kernel, through the grime.
In the veils of truth, our quest never ends,
For in the pursuit, our spirit transcends.

Quest for the Kernel

The Illusion Of Democracy
Vote for me, I'll make you rich,
Don't vote for him, a proper snitch
Don't vote for her, she's not like me
This is the illusion of democracy

We'll give it all while taking off others
We'll make a country fit for your sons and brothers
We'll fight for you, well fight for me
This is the illusion of democracy

We'll kill the sick, we'll rape the poor
We'll show the immigrants the way to the door
We'll make it great for you and me
This is the illusion of democracy

Vote red or blue or in between
Whoever wins will ruin your dream
They'll lie and cheat, just wait and see
This is the illusion of democracy

And whoever wins will thank you well
While really thinking you can go to hell
They'll have the power and tell you you are free
This is the illusion of democracy

Then the tax will rise or the cuts will start
They'll cut the buses and close the parks
But the rich will profit and smile with glee
This is the illusion of democracy.

So if you're foreign or old or poor
They only want your vote nothing more
No one matters except the top of the tree
This is the illusion of democracy
Lyrics Written by Stephen Mclawrence

Guitars Bluesdude
Bass Amy Ives
Lead Vocals Albie Ingurson
Keyboards & Synth Archie Ingles
Drums & Percussion Mel Young
Produced by the Shed Studios Wycombe
©2025 The Shed Studios Wycombe All Rights

The Illusion of Democracy

Dustbox - Bitter Sweet

We ready to go

Soul Shoes - Thats why we love air conditioner Feat Abinara

GNTZ - Klitih

The Gags - Anarki Berkibar

Winnipeg composer, retired from the farm, still chasing meaning in melody. My work lives where TV cues meet YouTube soundscapes, with a few albums in between. Built in Mixcraft Pro, fuelled by late-night coffee, stubborn curiosity, and a Stoic’s sense of timing. Also writing on politics, history, and philosophy, because sound isn’t my only instrument.

Quest for the Kernel

Wayne Mathison