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Screeching Fingers

Hello! My first solo album “Screeching Fingers”, an extended play record(EP), a pre-release to “Luminescent Being”(LP), is out now through the Swedish record label – Amuse. The album is available on all major music portals such as iTunes, Spotify, Dezeer, Google Play Music and more for streaming/downloading.

iTunes – https://itunes.apple.com/us/album/screeching-fingers-ep/1324022933?ign-mpt=uo%3D4

Google Play Music – https://play.google.com/store/music/album/Bright_Screeching_Fingers?id=Bf5g4gmqsyhzvelu7zzejr4p2hu

As the album screening and approval mail from the record label a few days ago states, the album is just a search away on other platforms.

Starting the journey to live the dream hotel hopping singing at 14-15, doing alt-rock vocals at 16-17, metalcore vocals at 18, heavy metal rhythm guitars at 19, thrash metal lead/rhythm guitars at 20(my first exposure to media coverage), a frontman doing vocals, rhythm/lead guitars and writing lyrics for my black metal band at 21(Wherein we as a band experienced killer times from releasing our demo record and our full length album in 2013-14 to performing on Day 2 as a part of Asia’s loudest metal festival, the Bangalore Open Air in 2015) and then finally venturing out on my own as a solo musician under the name “Bright” and getting shortlisted as one of the top upcoming artists of the country by Hard Rock Cafe last year at 24. About time I reaped something from it! From being a double chinned chubby kid to a raging guitarist at 25, 11 years of blood, sweat, tears and an almost irrational stubbornness, bordering on insanity, towards a childhood dream of being a legit musician. As Chuck Schuldiner from Death, an all time favorite band of mine, once put it -“When dreams are followed, time is a test”. Cheers! 

Release my solo album through an international record label – Check!

When

When the still waters

Conspire against the tides

When the snow hustlers

Pause to see epic landslides

When an infinite universe

Rumbles it’s song two-pronged

When the polar converse

Undertakes a silence prolonged

True venture is chaotic

Infinite adventures erotic

A deathly communion orgasmic

Degeneration of the cytoplasmic

A frantic climb done over a dune

Witness a serene vision of Lune

Caught in a search for the elusive Light

The end of the tunnel approaches – Bright

An incredible find

Forever a subdued mind

A voice hoarse from shouting

A rebel seeing and screaming

Cloud(e)scape

Digital Art / Architecture + Environment Generation.

Slaughter

In a war torn life

We’re all alone

Pain and sorrow

Is all we’ve ever known
So we grabbed a knife

To get it done

They promised us

That it’d be fun
Brother,sister

Mother,father

All of fucking life’s creator

They asked of us to slaughter
Slaughter!

Slaughter!

Slaughter!

Slaughter!
Why is it that we go to war?

Is a peaceful reality really so far?
We were asked to go with non-partial fists

To be devoid and feel nothing like nihilist

To break all our bonds and forget our pain

To wash ourselves in an endless bloodied rain
Brother,sister

Mother,father

All of fucking life’s creator

They asked of us to slaughter
Slaughter!

Slaughter!

Slaughter!

Slaughter!
Why is it that we still go to war?

Is a peaceful reality really so far?

Weather Report

Pretense

Intense

Today’s weather report

The barricades deport

In Celsius a hundred degrees

A predestined summit varies

Much cloudy they say

Unhidden is still the way

A relentless rain pouring

An unhinged mind soaring

A cool bright light, swaying snowfall

Experiences cause not our downfall

Rivers and oceans, a constant tide

A visual intake, our hearts open wide

Pretense

Intense

Today’s weather report

Inner barricades deport

Be Sorrow

Be Sorrow,
Go tomorrow

Be Sorrow,
Feel hollow

Hurt for all eternity,
Bleed for your dignity

Perish into dust,
Be one with rust,
Crumble your soul’s crust,
In others a mistake it was to trust

Cry for a simple life,
Cease the inner strife

No more looking, no more searching,
Try to be happy,cauterize you’re bleeding

Be Sorrow,
Fly tomorrow

Be Sorrow,
Die hollow

Be patient for another day,
Eitherway with life we all shall pay

For all the hate, guilt and pain,
Unthink for today, tomorrow try again

Stay for a moment more,
Extend your tale and lore

Be Sorrow,
Go tomorrow

Be Sorrow,
Fly tomorrow

The Future Is Dead

She stood before me,

The pale greying old woman

Brittle her body,

And distant her gaze

 

My eyes looked upon her,

In pity, in sorry, in empathy

 

She asked me,

Is my future dead?

Her voice just a squek,

Of what it once was

 

Beaten by life,

And the people she surrounded herself with

Mistakes and judgements,

One and the same

 

Is my future dead?

She asked me as she started

To crumble,wither and die

And I said aloud!

 

“Nobody’s future is dead!
You wretched wreck!”

 

And Future appeared,

Before me, in all it’s glory

The youngling kid,

With vacant eyes

 

 

Just as the old hag,

Crumbled into bright blue dust

I said aloud!Again!

“Nobody’s future is dead!

Unless they decide so themselves!”

 

As I finished my sentence,

And looked at Future,

for moral confirmation

 

Future smiled at me,

slit it’s tiny little wrists

and quickly faded away

 

All life drained from it

And my eyes widened!

An invitation to partake in sanity!

 

Depravity!Behold!

The true nature of my blackened soul!

 

I laughed aloud, shouting all the while

Future is dead!

Future is dead!

The Future is dead!

 

Or is it?