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Stream/Buy: 'The Smothering Arms of Mercy': https://orcd.co/thesmotheringarmsofmercy Out December 4th, 2020 via Wild Thing Records. Subscribe to Wild Thing Records YouTube for new releases: https://bit.ly/youtubewtr GROWTH began as a study in isolation by brothers Tristan (guitars/bass/artwork) and Nelson Barnes (drums) in Melbourne, Australia, after a decade's absence from each other while pursuing music overseas. With the line-up soon rounded out by Luke Frizon (ex Jack The Stripper) on vocals, the trio set out to create music that explored the human aspects of connection, trauma, despair, and the fragility of hope. The result is THE SMOTHERING ARMS OF MERCY, a claustrophobic narrative of total spiritual collapse written while in psychiatric care and thrown over nine suffocating acts. The debut album was recorded in Melbourne, produced and engineered by Growth, drums engineered by Troy McCosker (Ne Obliviscaris), and mixed/mastered by Fredrik Nordström (Opeth, The Haunted) in Gothenburg, Sweden. MERCY highlights the extremity of grief and asks the listener to reflect on their relationship with loss and vulnerability. Pain can be the source of your power. Learn to greet it as a friend. Credits: Directed, filmed & edited by Adrian Goleby Concept by Growth, Adrian Goleby and Edward J. Reinhardt. Rothko - Edward J. Reinhardt Red - Mitchell Legg Costume Design - Emilia Karlsson Production Assistant - Walter W Growth is: Luke Frizon - Vocals Tristan Barnes - Guitars/Bass Nelson Barnes - Drums Growth - Online: https://growthnoise.com   / growthnoise     / growthnoise   https://bit.ly/growthnoise Wild Thing Records – Online: https://wildthingrecords.com   / wildthingrecords     / wildthingrecords     / wildthinglabel   https://bit.ly/spotifywtr https://bit.ly/youtubewtr Lyrics: Lumbering from darkened rooms Slithers through ward corridors In witching hours searching for the end; for the final chapter A breathless epilogue and the bliss of release Soul rot The terminus of spirits when all is lost Watch yourself fade to a pinprick Forgotten and scarred by despair Give yourself over to decay To watch everything you loved slip away; tumourous and bloated by the spectre of your presence Misery cascades and cripples Something rotten grows within; festering at its vicious whim Some other self armed with gnashing teeth that charges forth when all else grows dim Nascent, it beckons Cloaked in vile, barbiturate haze; my own dark halo to mark my final days I know my hell better than I know myself And I know what will take it all away Leave only wreckage and poisoned ground Cruelly snatches at every inch of reason and swallows it whole Like parasites swarming from sallow skin Soul rot The terminus of spirits when all is lost When you watch yourself fade to a pinprick Forgotten and scarred by despair Torn apart by suicidal rage Reflected in bitterness as it pools beneath in brackish tides Everything leathers Pestilence erupts; spirit deconstructs Soul rot That from which I crawl my way back, just to cascade into ruin Bitterly aware of the shadows that stand above me