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The Idiot Parade EP

by DHI (death and horror inc)

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1.
In a forgotten space where the talk keeps it on the dumb-dumb Sucking an air recycled, and repellant to all but utmost blockheads Gnashing Writhing In your ordure A third-rate bolthole banished to the outskirts Oh, such grandeur of the divine supremacy you espouse A-bleating A-bleating Beneath the undergrowth Camouflaged by shadow Following depraved directives Of The Idiot Parade Fall in line with useless ruination Stand up, salute, and join the Idiot Parade A pale mob of senseless desperation Stand up, salute, and join the idiot The idiot The Idiot Parade Here they come again Bearing teeth and cheap flags in a rabid procession Overgrown hobbledehoys playing cowboys and hatred The stench of it all A pathogen, a plague from glass towers to the backland A pawn's reenactment of wars he'll never understand Repeating Repeating A sadistic dissent A parroting of propaganda Marching on to oblivion With The Idiot Parade Fall in line with useless ruination Stand up, salute, and join the Idiot Parade A pale mob of senseless desperation Stand up, salute, and join The Idiot Parade Stand up, salute, and join the idiot The idiot Fuck this fascist charade In your fear of reason Fear of the other And perversion of truth You'll heed the droning of the simpleton strongman A hollow religion of games, battles, and lives Brought to rust The Idiot Parade The Idiot Parade The Idiot Parade © 2021 Vicar. All rights reserved.
2.
And at a crux a spark that caught fire A chance ignition to quell the divide I watched the embers fade without hope of resurrection A child lost in unrelenting rain As with the brightest hours tempered by every nightfall A wreckage appears on the path I could have gone with it dismantled, and dejected But I knew your undying love I'm reaching out but you're drifting away With my tears streaming I'd beg for your hand but would it break you down? Can't believe what I'm losing This is, this is all that I'm losing This is, this is all that I'm losing Losing No sense in heading back or conjuring the coming times What's to cherish is here in the now But there is so much that I just ache to undo I hold it all behind a trembling mask I'm reaching out but you're drifting away With my tears streaming I'd beg for your hand but would it break you down? Can't believe what I'm losing I'm not alone on this, the grim road of actuality But these are nights of mirrors shattering shattering shattering shattering And I’m reaching out And I’m reaching out And I’m reaching out And I’m reaching out (You’re drifting away) And I’m reaching out (You’re drifting away) (You’re drifting away) Can't believe what I'm losing I'm reaching out but you're drifting away Can't believe what I'm losing Believe what I’m losing Believe what I’m losing This is, this is all that I'm losing Don’t slip away Believe what I’m losing Don’t slip away Believe what I’m losing Don’t slip away Can’t believe what I’m losing No, don’t go © 2020 Vicar. All rights reserved.
3.
You've been shut down waiting for an answer dying light and wound up machines a static life, this gift bestowed upon you such gratitude for the riches you paid O can you hear, hear the solution? a facile call, not to be questioned clutch onto proud, proud wilful ignorance make like a lamb in a puerile brigade a servant, self-relegated A black X scrawled a new state of scripted control a black X A black X scrawled and payback for your misery? you'll say, say yes A black X scrawled for a new state of scripted control and payback for your misery? you'll say, say yes A black X scrawled and to their questions, a wall of silence make believe that you can't be sold you'll grovel under chosen ruler In counterfeit fatigues they came collecting disgorging lines of a shameless decree a pledge of violence unveiled your true cowardice acting out in the cocoon of the gang Another vote cast, cast for domination you've had to struggle, so no one gets off easy? no inoculation from regimes of punishment get back in your place, in the comfort of pain a masochistic view to run all societies A bit part in a baron's crusade such craven voices in a chorus of hate the scapegoat changes, but the mission's the same A black X A black X A black X scrawled for a new state of scripted control and payback for your misery? you'll say, say yes A black X scrawled and to their questions, a wall of silence make believe that you can't be sold you'll grovel under chosen ruler © 2020 Vicar. All rights reserved.
4.
You've been shut down waiting for an answer dying light and wound up machines a static life, this gift bestowed upon you such gratitude for the riches you paid O can you hear, hear the solution? a facile call, not to be questioned clutch onto proud, proud wilful ignorance make like a lamb in a puerile brigade a servant, self-relegated A black X scrawled a new state of scripted control a black X A black X scrawled and payback for your misery? you'll say, say yes A black X scrawled for a new state of scripted control and payback for your misery? you'll say, say yes A black X scrawled and to their questions, a wall of silence make believe that you can't be sold you'll grovel under chosen ruler In counterfeit fatigues they came collecting disgorging lines of a shameless decree a pledge of violence unveiled your true cowardice acting out in the cocoon of the gang Another vote cast, cast for domination you've had to struggle, so no one gets off easy? no inoculation from regimes of punishment get back in your place, in the comfort of pain a masochistic view to run all societies A bit part in a baron's crusade such craven voices in a chorus of hate the scapegoat changes, but the mission's the same A black X A black X A black X scrawled for a new state of scripted control and payback for your misery? you'll say, say yes A black X scrawled and to their questions, a wall of silence make believe that you can't be sold you'll grovel under chosen ruler © 2020 Vicar. All rights reserved.
5.
And at a crux a spark that caught fire A chance ignition to quell the divide I watched the embers fade without hope of resurrection A child lost in unrelenting rain As with the brightest hours tempered by every nightfall A wreckage appears on the path I could have gone with it dismantled, and dejected But I knew your undying love I'm reaching out but you're drifting away With my tears streaming I'd beg for your hand but would it break you down? Can't believe what I'm losing This is, this is all that I'm losing This is, this is all that I'm losing Losing No sense in heading back or conjuring the coming times What's to cherish is here in the now But there is so much that I just ache to undo I hold it all behind a trembling mask I'm reaching out but you're drifting away With my tears streaming I'd beg for your hand but would it break you down? Can't believe what I'm losing I'm not alone on this, the grim road of actuality But these are nights of mirrors shattering shattering shattering shattering And I’m reaching out And I’m reaching out And I’m reaching out And I’m reaching out (You’re drifting away) And I’m reaching out (You’re drifting away) (You’re drifting away) Can't believe what I'm losing I'm reaching out but you're drifting away Can't believe what I'm losing Believe what I’m losing Believe what I’m losing This is, this is all that I'm losing Don’t slip away Believe what I’m losing Don’t slip away Believe what I’m losing Don’t slip away Can’t believe what I’m losing No, don’t go © 2020 Vicar. All rights reserved.
6.
In a forgotten space where the talk keeps it on the dumb-dumb Sucking an air recycled, and repellant to all but utmost blockheads Gnashing Writhing In your ordure A third-rate bolthole banished to the outskirts Oh, such grandeur of the divine supremacy you espouse A-bleating A-bleating Beneath the undergrowth Camouflaged by shadow Following depraved directives Of The Idiot Parade Fall in line with useless ruination Stand up, salute, and join the Idiot Parade A pale mob of senseless desperation Stand up, salute, and join the idiot The idiot The Idiot Parade Here they come again Bearing teeth and cheap flags in a rabid procession Overgrown hobbledehoys playing cowboys and hatred The stench of it all A pathogen, a plague from glass towers to the backland A pawn's reenactment of wars he'll never understand Repeating Repeating A sadistic dissent A parroting of propaganda Marching on to oblivion With The Idiot Parade Fall in line with useless ruination Stand up, salute, and join the Idiot Parade A pale mob of senseless desperation Stand up, salute, and join The Idiot Parade Stand up, salute, and join the idiot The idiot Fuck this fascist charade In your fear of reason Fear of the other And perversion of truth You'll heed the droning of the simpleton strongman A hollow religion of games, battles, and lives Brought to rust The Idiot Parade The Idiot Parade The Idiot Parade © 2021 Vicar. All rights reserved.

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ARTIST STATEMENT

The song The Idiot Parade is a condemnation of grotesque ideologies and their disturbing intertwinement. It is an unapologetic denunciation of fact denialism, Hollywood-esque conspiracy theories, anti-science activism, mob rule mentality, and the delusion of white supremacy. It stands in protest against these currents both individually, and as they form a most unsettling union on the fringes of contemporary society.

Vicar
November 1, 2021



ABOUT THE EP

“In your fear of reason / fear of the other / and perversion of truth”

And so begins the closing verse of “The Idiot Parade”, a song that appears in two drastically different configurations on DHI (death and horror inc)’s latest EP. Aside from being a prime example of the track’s forthright lyrical approach, the third verse aptly summarizes the layered narrative which unfolds throughout its 5+ minute run.

The Idiot Parade’s subject matter is matched with pummelling electronic drums, wailing horns, and a veritable army of bass synths. But thankfully, it’s not all doom-and-gloom, as both versions of the song have grooves to die for. And their interplay of melodic elements creates a soundworld that works its magic both on and off the dance floor.

Speaking of versatility, the EP’s title track arrives as both an all-electronic workout (the “Sardonic” version), and as an uncompromising slab of metal-industrial (the “Virulent” version).

The EP’s four remaining tracks are “A sides” in their own right, too.

First, there is the new “Desolate” version of last year’s “Losing” single. But in this incarnation, the guitars are stripped away and replaced with newly contorted bass grooves, and a hard-contoured electro-dub midsection.

Then, there’s “Chosen Ruler (Shameless)” which — not unlike its title — is an unabashed techno overhaul of what was previously a metal-clad affair. Clocking in at almost eight minutes, the new ‘Ruler fluidly straddles the line between trance-inducing arpeggiation and insistent stomp.

And of course, there’s more. As Vicar explains, “Once the EP’s title track and new remixes were completed, I went back and listened to the two singles from last year. Which, compared to the new material, almost sounded like demos to me. Ultimately, I ended up mixing the original versions of ‘Chosen Ruler’ and ‘Losing’ all over again, from the ground up. I’m happy to say that the ‘V2’ mixes do a better job at capturing the energy and emotion of those songs. And, hey… they’re louder now!”

Indeed, the new “V2” mixes perfectly round out the EP. The end result being a truly unique release that is evenly split between the realms of hard electronic and metal-industrial.



REVIEWS, COMMENTARY & ACCOLADES:

Included in ReGen Magazine's "Top Albums of 2021".

Featured in Real Synthetic Audio's "Best of 2021" podcast.

"The new songs are more than simply a comeback... a project which hasn’t lost its initial power and efficiency. The tracks have been meticulously elaborated with raw and rough sound treatments while the alternative edits have been empowered by a guitar boost. I like the 3 songs for their rage, complexity and simply their Industrial spirit." 8/10
— Side-Line Magazine (Belgium)

"DHI came out of hibernation, breaking 22 years of silence to bring out this politically aware, dirty, gritty little EP. Absolutely the right decision if you ask me... This one is definitely right up the alley of anyone pining for grinding industrial beats with something to say."
— Sounds + Shadows

"Great project by DHI that really deserves more attention."
Original text: "Remek projekt a DHI, ami igazán megérdemli a több figyelmet."
— NecrogenesiS Webzine (Hungary)

"Finest Industrial (Metal) in Canada!"
Original text: "Feinster Industrial (Metal) auf Kanada!"
— DJ Niggels (Germany)

"Face melted! Seriously, this is one of the most impressive releases I have heard in years!"
— DJ Live Evil (Canada)

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released November 1, 2021

Vicar (voice, programming, guitar, bass, mixing, mastering, visuals).

Recorded at Scriptorium IV.

The copyright in this album is owned by Vicar/DHI (death and horror inc). © & ℗ 2021 DHI. All rights reserved.

"The Idiot Parade (Sardonic)", "The Idiot Parade (Virulent)", "Losing (Desolate)" and "Chosen Ruler (Shameless)" © 2021 Vicar. "Losing" and "Chosen Ruler" © 2020 Vicar. All rights reserved.

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DHI (death and horror inc) formed in Toronto in 1987. The band shared the stage with The Young Gods, Front Line Assembly and Alien Sex Fiend, and during the 1990s their CDs were distributed around the world.

In 2020, frontman Vicar delivered Chosen Ruler — DHI's first single in 22 years.

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