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Hybrid War

by Malvina

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1.
Hybrid War 03:53
So let's start with that gruesome carnival Of flowers, flags, God and sons Class hatred abetted by a hero's moral rhetoric To overthrow and cast down the so called "felonious" Sold as "the voice of the people" Yeah, how it was strewed by the broadcast crew Five families, more than five decades to tame America's backyard again Oh, subservient South And what about that intrepid civic role? The riot of the yellow ones Ridded of vandalistic impulses, A party of revolutionist counter-rebellion! Oh, so laudable! From where it all began To deep sea scraps of our guarantees and last vows We've reached beneath - the already sold - layer of salt In deep sea sinking labor rights By a flagrant intermission to future And 20 years from now We see horizons closed We see horizons closed Police repression is the only rule We see horizons closed Dismantling faster now We see horizons closed Our heritage: Shock! In deep sea sinking labor rights By a flagrant intermission to future An intermission - Intermission - And at their banquet to-sell loots from this hybrid war Press, bureaucrats and CEOs make that old story rebound How many of you remain unharmed in this prospect? As the rings As the sheaves deciding As that same old tiny elite rules Either a lousy or a beloved to come All await As all motion is still, The same mainspring.
2.
XIII 01:51 video
Time of unknown whereabouts Trait of this place from where we've been A Hayek, McCarthyist's devout shows up again to play To wring the facts, dry out the State! So celebrate! You have been sick and hounded by this regime Don't worry about where this crack will give The headlines scream: Just do it! Time of unknown whereabouts But there's a noble cause to fight against A condemnation, a trial show, That latent hatred allowed! So celebrate! You have been sick and hounded by this regime Don't worry about where this crack will lead to Chant the slogan! - Now a mob under children's command - Are you the power which strikes against us? Dirtying hands to the ones whom you'll serve to... Along the streets, resounding obscure waves!
3.
Scenario 05:20
You are arriving in paradise! Red carpet, the public funds Purged ways, no perils, so come! Nice work, a city redone God bless the precariat! It's time to let them find elsewhere to serve So, you please... Isn't it all so amazing? All here was rebuilt with love And it's a perfect noble time amid the warmth of the season While the plebeians turn into homeless ghosts They're just invisible pilgrims beyond the twilight zone Here we are in the disneyfied hell All dazed by the choreography We're granted by the national festive thirst Don't need to lowball its cost When rare elective affinity exults The exception of an aerial clockwork Now, Maracanã in a bitter Manhattan Isn't it all so amazing? All here was rebuilt with love Welcome to the paradigm... "- Get out of this world today" You drawback, taint, it's a thriving state Digging for gold under idle terrains Get out of this world today! A bull market running an Olympic race In the ghettos their money flow And this Removal Program will still After you have lost or won The real Rio, another face to your tour Behind this scenario Isn't it all so amazing? All was rebuilt with love Look how amazing All was rebuilt with love A decree on whoever's door: "- Get out of this world today!" You drawback, taint, it's a thriving state Digging for gold under idle terrains Out of this world today! A bull market running an Olympic race In the ghettos, upon the hills The real Rio, not just a funhouse of the world From brothels to the golf course Old stricken fellows resettled In new facsimiles added with IOC deeds How amazing! Isn't all so amazing? All was rebuilt with love With love Let's celebrate! A colossal blast that we have been plunged in our souls So, orphans of a dream through what we've reborn Then in dusk, defy ourselves The scenic views by jackhammers of Rio City Hall Suspended civil rights, removed from where the families Healed the steam to keep serving you The only time their worth is clear on the schedules 'Cuz out of this world today You drawback, taint, it's a thriving state Digging for gold under idle terrains Get out of this world today! A bull market running an Olympic race Then in another place: "That's the end" And this removal program will still After you have lost or won As Avery would say: "The games must go on" Go on! Limelight's on! Meanwhile a mob silently erased for next scenes ought to be sold All set to run...
4.
Herakleion 03:03
At the bottom, grains and dregs, smothered dreams Within this neonate paradise city A sunken piece of a whole world collapsing - Those fractions of a synergy evolved - Lights out, all goes down Here's our global stage, where the hapless and helpless Are all to despair in silence, as if slowly drowning in their woe A dark slime over null-classes Just grains, dregs of breathless lands I heard about a crowd that drowned Drowned, turning into a dark slime The underclasses Then reflecting colossal glass panes Well, let the deluge bring sterility along! Oh, what an enchanting place, The goddamn scattered taints were finally erased! No prior warning, no whereabouts, just going under An alien place to emerge Look, now there's a new space for slums' denizens Let them into oblivion Keep their long squalling unheard Lights off for them! Smothered dreams Here walks your host to endure this reality, As some grounds dissolve That banner read ''A country for everyone'' It's solid as all these walls Remove these null-ones! As solid as these walls - Move! A dark slime over null-classes Just grains, dregs of breathless lands I heard about a crowd that drowned Drowned, turning into a dark slime The underclasses Then reflecting colossal glass panes.
5.
Once more we're here to pour out all our load From now on, we are arsonists in a horror show So, all they need is sold A danger warning The clapperboard is singing a disturbing song Again Bonner airs camera cuts distorting the real outcomes Their sets are mounted, a dire sense being molded Lines and lights invade your home Devices calling you to an island of frames To a fictional, a mischaracterized scene, oh you're a stray In a neural labyrinth's route Oh, there are lines and lights to invade your home Devices calling you to an island of frames You're afflicted, and paralyzed, the fear infects your brain The political party of the money elite will never allow us to partake directly in issues and choices that define our lives without criminalizing our claims. Globo's role is to spread frauds and fill the airtime with the duality that supports the real violence. Once more we're here to pour out all our load!
6.
How I wish I was writing a made-up story But that malaise has come As the sweat runs The sunbeam bursts on the wounds Bursts and the flashes bring a hollow room When will you come back? Please, send us another note, son I wanted to believe in a paradise, an afterworld - Never could - I wanted to hear the voice you've sacrificed for our freedom Wanted to believe in a paradise Cuz we never found you We fondly cite you, fighter of the South Along with that photo of you strangled with that rope A caution: It wouldn't end there So many exiles merely exist in one A barbwire to tear Your solidarity resisted duress, ache All your demons were defied For a more humane homeland for all of us I wanted to believe in paradise, an afterworld - Never could - I wanted to hear your voice but never could Wanted to believe in paradise Cuz we never found you As the blackness corrodes A dad digs a bottomless hole.
7.
Hairesis 01:17
No way out of the walls! A cross, curses, threatening symbols Bound to be born amid rules of fear An unforeseen plunge and a new member Of a segregated club of fantasies (Are you hearing someone's cry?) Submerged neurons Drowned kids with scepter's celerity Tamed nature, spirit instead the miracle of a new day's dawn A perilous way to rediscover love Beyond the narrow notion of requite It's feeding our dangerous side Great acts surmise repay! Submerged neurons Drowned kids with scepter's celerity Tamed nature, spirit raped.
8.
The Cypher 03:59
He deviates from the route! Tired of the same grey landscape He grabbed the steering wheel And gave a fuck to all security terms Oblique desires in his eyes Worn out until the very last atom A last pump through these veins Once more pressing in this slow-traffic road Like a robot, a clock Before a vast realm of scapes No one expected he could... Now he finally runs toward somewhere Is there a maniac man or it's just our land? Created sick, ought to be sane How far he goes It could only mean the nearness to recommence Now all dissolved in despair Is there a maniac man or it's just our land? As a rise up, new day When hope turns to a grievous sight Maybe we rise up from this estate Of mere clients Magnates sold a password for a flashback He deviates from the route Appeals were meaningless strength So, he deviates from the route Amid the car horns, shrapnel, wicked eyes A picture evokes a parallel To all the lattest past results A deadly impulse, a tragedy Colliding powers, invisible forces All dissolved in despair now A maniac man or it's just our land? While we breed evil inherent impulses Which we're all susceptible A post-Hobbesian structure stands Made by modern slavery's submiss hands Look how far he goes To finally reach somewhere.
9.
Chicago Boys 03:23
'Come on, it is the time to fight for our land!'' A whole script written for a servants' landmass It's just a part of the program, So come... Oh, this moral walk just gives our oil Look at these juniors exploiting our rainy days, Calling the mob to embrace their cynical morality, To a pageant toward our malady This place has turned into a frightening display 'Cuz a tiny elite is reasserting control That's the flowing wave To build an appealing place for world's magnates to usurp Then we're all strangers banned from the new lots owned by Those who are on the floor above Oh billboard boy, this flag is only a brand to sell commodities To hand all we have! Everybody is going mad and sick in this land Moving as warlike fleets in a war against populace Bringing all the packages to harass the class they loathe - Left for us nothing but daydreams... This place has turned into a frightening display 'Cuz a tiny elite is reasserting control That's the flowing wave On a serving tray or a fabulous Roadshow Now we're like frail preys in a place enclosed by Those who are on the floor above Hear their words being spread While troops applaud them, teargas hangs in the air! A known face to resurge The undead ghost wants to take the stage Paranoia, All was blurred and hard to see Now is clear, manifest that they're just repeating sadistic game Paranoia, Psywar breeds dark fantasies A new rapid method It's a repeating sadistic game "- So come..." We all must dream But following children's fables is the way for our serfdom.
10.
Hearsay that the world is dying When I watched the Deluge Hills I thought that too It was instinctive vanity facing a hecatomb How to drop out of this running dark horse? This imminence, this taste so odd But is clearly our own time wearing thin All the lovely little babies, Suddenly all became wolves in a break Now we can leave a letter or a song A drawing in these cyber caves Or you and me to repel the manual That makes us all the machinery for a technological hall As our ancient's heyday, They're only remains exposed now, anyhow Shall we just leave a letter or a song? Perceive it, this realm is crumbling away When I caught those authorities smashing orphan's toys My faith was swept away with the alluvium We became cold as the air masses still to come Continental polar for our final winter Dulled by trivia, entranced by a delusive spring How we love our little babies! But they deserve the desert world we planned So we can leave a letter or a song A drawing in these cyber caves Or you and me to repel the manual Decades to a consumated tragedy in our genealogical flow As our ancient's heyday, They're only remains exposed Tell me how How gonna cost it for your sons?  Under the rage of this sun! We've climbed hills We've saw what we have done We look around, the grey horizon Under the rage of these bombs   How gonna cost a breath for your sons? But shielded from plight through the windowpane Dregs of blame lost in an alley kind of inner maze As long as increasing misery Seducing games will swerve us from the real growth May wave-by or be reborn, now!

about

THE SUBJECT

A hybrid war is a form of unconventional warfare waged primarily by the United States, which identifies conflicts and exploits the weaknesses of target countries to attain strategic goals. One of the methods is to manipulate social movements via different media to weaken or bring down governments antagonistic towards its agenda.

“Hybrid War” took four years in the making, during which time the band members watched on with interest at the chaotic trail of events that shaped the country since the street protests in June 2013. As they see it, these events are closely tied in with Brazil’s historical submission to the United States. “The songs comment on the context of the hybrid war in Brazil from different angles and its different ramifications until the political and social fallout in the market economy, at the heart of the crisis we’re going through,” the band explain.

Some of the topics covered are: 
- The connection between the neoliberal policies introduced by the Temer administration, intensified under Bolsonaro, and imperialist interests;
- The forced removal policy in Rio de Janeiro in the run-up to the 2016 Olympics, displacing many families in the heart of the city to make way for the Games infrastructure, meeting the requirements not only of the International Olympic Committee, but also of the housing market, in a phenomenon the American political scientist Jules Boykoff classifies as Celebration Capitalism;
- The concept of Disaster Capitalism, devised by the Canadian Naomi Klein – who has coined the term to refer to the Trump government – to explain the rationale that led to the environmental catastrophes in Mariana and Brumadinho, where profits are made from situations of utter calamity.
Other points are class hatred – reflected on most of the tracks – and our prospects for survival in the face of the overexploitation of all manner of resources, both natural and human, in the name of a “wealth” that overflows the confines of the Earth.

THE SOUND

The album showcases a blend of hardcore punk, thrash metal, and progressive rock, in keeping with the concept of the hybrid. “By bringing together different styles, from classic 80's punk to the sophistication of prog rock, taking in the hardcore melodic dynamics in our other materials, it takes hybridity beyond the title and the subject matter,” the band explain. They sum up: “An unpredictable hardcore punk with the chaotic overtones and heavy weight that mark our times.”

The artwork for the cover, by Rodrigo Rezende, is seen as a crucial element and hallmark of the band.

credits

released April 26, 2019

Vini Berbert - Bass and Vocals
Berman Berbert - Guitar and Vocals
Renato Avellar - Drums

Produced by The Berberts / Co-produced by Davi Baeta
Recorded at El Sonoro Estudio (NIT/RJ) and DQG Estudio (CF/RJ)
Mixed and Mastered by Jason Livermore at The Blasting Room Studios (FC/CO)
All songs written by The Berberts
Artwork by Rodrigo Rezende
Photo by Wellington Peclat

We'd like to thank our families, friends and some really important people on this record, like: Roberto Gasparro and family, Felipe Melo & El Sonoro, Rodrigo Rezende, Davi Baeta, Marcela Lanius, Wellington Peclat, Johnny Monteiro, Maycon Rocha, Junior Castanheira and Jason Livermore.

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