Seven Storms

by Mountain Dust

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Lurr Another fantastic release from Mountain Dust. Although gloomier than ‘Nine Years’, this album still rocks hard, delivering plenty of soulful blues and powerful grooves. Favorite track: Seven Storms.
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MindOverFour It has to be a pretty spectacular stoner/heavy blues album to excite me, as it is a genre that I thought had peaked. But Mountain Dust reinvigorates the genre. They capture an epic and mystical mood, bringing together the intensity of the Crazy World of Arthur Brown, something poetic and timeless, like the Tragically Hip and 16horsepower, and killer vocals and riffs reminding me at times of Danzig 2. Such a remarkable album. Favorite track: White Bluffs.
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Michael Henaghan It was not unexpected for Mountain Dust to release a great album, but I did not expect this level of maturity. They showed potential on 'Nine Years', ear-marking them as a successor to Graveyard. On LP2, it's clear they are intent on furrowing their own path. The chilling 'Witness Marks' is a brooding number, gothic in tone, channelling 'No More Shall We Part' era Nick Cave, the vocals are stunning on this number, and a are hallmark throughout this album of soulful, outlaw blues Favorite track: Witness Marks.
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1.
03:46
Demon, praise you for the key you stole. You raised the rusted hatch to release my maker for all to behold. I say I’m alone but I got you. Seven storms and a shelter made out of thorns. Demon, praise you for yesterday’s swarms. I say I’m alone but I got you. Seven storms; storms stirring spears. Seven storms; thrown through the years. Oh, demon. Seven storms; frozen in fear. Oh, demon, I got you.
2.
03:35
White bluffs won’t ever let me leave. I am stranded in the sands that see no sun, Where stolen stones are arranged in the shape of the lowly. My heart won’t carry this load, It breaks yet it begs me for more in the end. In the end I’ve wasted everything I’ve had. White bluffs won’t ever let me let it go unknown in the sands that see no sun, Where borrowed bets are the only way to get ahead. There’s a hole where hell used to be, The crooks and the cutthroats dance in the end, Unharmed. My feet don’t move to no beat, They sink to the deep with my soul in the end. In the end I’ve wasted everything I’ve had, And it gets worse, It’s not the first time I’m pushed behind by my own red-stained hands. Burn my faith away but leave my name unscathed. Burn my face away in the sands that see no sun, in the end. Half a man with less than none in the end.
3.
05:11
I am the one with the chains and shakes in my bones. The rain, in his wrath, casts stones in my path as I make my escape. I’ve staggered for days so I break for a breath by the Lake With No Name, And I wait for the lawman to come with the sound of the drum, And his dumbfounded guns who all know what I’ve done. I’ve returned to a town I once called my own just to watch it burn. I fumbled around in the dirt and the death and I found what’s at stake. It was you. It was you pulling me through. There’s so many more… I want to turn you in to the sun should it show. I’ve been here for so long and I’m told I’ll be cold by the count. I am the one with the face that glows in the black of the night, Embraced by the smoke, so slowly it grows, as fast as it bites. I’ve been shunned, I’ve been shamed, now I’m left to their aim, By the Lake With No Name. It was you. It was you pulling me through. There’s so many more… I want to turn you in… I’ll be cold by the count. I want to turn you in to the sun should it show. I’ve been here for so long and I’m told I’ll be cold by the count.
4.
Stiff and dark between, your stubborn schemes, like a haze, hide your heart. It’s always been ‘the plaintiff and the dearly discarded.’ Baby, brace yourself, there’s no living inside the rift. You better pace yourself, yourself. What if we’re stuck forever? I won’t be chased back to your hold. This has just begun, you’ve run to the peak of a hill we don’t speak of. Baby, brace yourself, there’s no thrill beyond what you’ve done. What if we’re stuck forever? I won’t be chased back to your hold. You check out… What if we’re stuck forever? I won’t be chased back to your hold. What if we’re stuck forever?
5.
04:11
Oh, you look good, babe, You did all that you could. When the badlands swallowed you whole, And the sands spilled in, You stole his grin, Hands up to the heavens in spite. You could walk me straight off the edge of the world. Oh, you look so good now, baby, You did all that you could. With your tongue in the rain and a sway to succumb to, He shook and he caved, And he took out his eyes for you and begged for his life, On his knees, “baby, please. Baby, please.” You could walk me straight off the edge of the world. So denied, your devil dies. Oh, you look good in the rain. You could walk me straight off the edge of the world.
6.
We passed through the gates of famine and faults, Looked high and kept low, As we followed the cracks in the rolling road, Where the cold kings crowed as we crawled. The saints never said, “Save them.” The stench on the wind drew us out to the edge of the deep blue bliss, Where we’d sleep in the mist, But the waters were red and we coughed up what coins we had left. The saints never said, “Save them.” We were stranded and sick, suffered endless disdain, No luck left to speak of, no life on our lips. The rolling road keeps on going till we’re gone for good. The saints never said, “Save them.” We dove into the depths of delusion and theft, No lights left to lead us away from our deaths. The rolling road keeps on going and going, The rolling road keeps on going till we’re gone for good. The saints never said, “Save them.” Save them.
7.
There’s a man with no face tracing his hand on my baby’s door, No one knows where he’s from, no one knows his name. There were guards at the gates with hounds by their sides, But they let the man through with a wink and a smile, And it’s high time they paid. We ease our way through screams when the sun goes down, We scare ourselves back to sleep when the sun goes down, There’s nothing you can do, There’s nothing you can say, When the devil comes to ruin your life. The mark that he left is the talk of the town, The sound that she made echoes through the dark with each kink in his step, As he walks away he turns to say, “I expect you’ve heard of me, darling. My darling, it’s high time you prayed.” We ease our way through screams when the sun goes down, We scare ourselves back to sleep when the sun goes down, There’s nothing you can do, There’s nothing you can say, When the devil comes to ruin your life. I will stay with you. “Stay with me.”
8.
04:18
I’m coming back to stay, so low, so I swing, Picture me in a place I don’t believe, Oh, I’d love to go back home, But there’s no such thing. With every spill that stains me, I’m shook up, I’m staying down with old chills, I’m staying down in a sea of silver clouds, To leave this place of doubt, I wave back to myself, astray, And I hear a clamor of curses, A death wish that worsens, I feel it stir, the shadow is crawling through, I can’t lose what I can’t see, I can see you. Oh, I’d love to go back home, But there’s no such thing.
9.
Reeds like whips sway with the thunder, Spurring waves to rise to your sides, Feel the hunger, fear the cold, Conjure folds across the skies. Feel the hunger, fear the cold. I’m still in love, stop screaming. You’re never leaving me again. Stones like rain pour with the thunder, Driving flames back to the ash in chains, Feel the hunger, fear the cold, Cross the folds of time and praise. Feel the hunger, fear the cold. I’m still in love, stop screaming. You’re never leaving me again. Feel the hunger, fear the cold, I’m still in love, stop screaming, You’re never leaving me again.

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Release date: 05-18-2018

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released May 18, 2018

All songs written, produced, and performed by Mountain Dust:
Brendan Mainville
Patrick Bennett
Hal Jaques
Blair Youngblut

Guest Flute on Seven Storms by Mikey Heppner.
Guest Vocals on Inside The Rift by Mikey Heppner.
Guest Vocals on Witness Marks by Martha Rockhard.

Recorded by Dave Traina at Freq Shop, Montreal, QC, Canada.
Mixed by Derek Orsi at Freq Shop, Montreal, QC, Canada.
Mastered by Stuart McKillop at Rain City Records, Vancouver, BC, Canada.

Cover Art: 'until I stretch my arms out and die', 2017, acrylic on canvas, by Marigold Santos.

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