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Mild Conquest

by The Steams

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Lute FP This is shockingly good. It is immediately accessible, but not only holds up throughout, it takes little twists and turns that show amazing attention to sounds and dynamics.

The vocals make me think of mid-range Halford in his 70s prime, and the music is a mash of modern and classic heavy progressive rock of the not-noodly kind. I hear bits of Genesis, Peter Gabriel, early ‘Priest, early Scorpions, Yes, and lots of other stuff. This is good.
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ighallas Another great album, congrats!
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sjs-stonerhead Fantastic !!! Great Compositions !
Great Production! The absolute favourite and the best Song on this Album is - THE CROWN - Brilliant !!!
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Entrance 04:15
what you hide? from the war what’s your cause, ‘cause I don’t know watch your men, delegating mrs triumph, out there raving ashes fall, while they flee don’t you geek, deep within under flares you’re dancing enchanté as a shockwave cuts your flowers you drifted far from heaven how many times you’ve won a toast to rising legends and one to living ones shall we allow this to bind us in favor regarding duties you tried to take on on this hill we’re climbing together towards the fight that leads us on
come to the land of the stabbed hills see the beds of thirsty rivers those who never meet the sea not everything that’s gold, shimmers look how they planted the white tall steel with pointy wings and electric noises stained by the blood of birds since the trees have lost their voices surpass your weeping song embalming hands of you demented the fireflies that feed your soul of all the regions now forgotten
ladies in the north with your kissing eyes loving homes are your fiery arms gazing through the buzz of the delta flies whispering to you of my present charms ladies in the north with your worn-out leathers burning harpy feathers, growing plants out of eggs blessed to be your grounds and your crops forever celebrating the seasons, dancing wild wild legs every time i’m closing, you treat me right with your herbal infusions and a piece of tart singing in return of your mighty legends ‘bout them wishing wells, you so bravely guard only for this time hear my news are darker ‘bout the fellow masters and their hollow plans wanna poke the hills, wanna poke the mountains for the black blood to flow through your virgin lands
The Union 04:09
you see the miners sunken, [for] so long down endless pits obediently confounded, a hollow case of grit save for publication, my evening bloody scenes ascending new dimensions, my axe has promised me since their sun only rises on Sundays desecrating sullied loading zones for the bones of those fallen in galleries a lament by them voiceless frogs a strike repletes the shadowed for once they shall decree ahead a clannish quorum abed the enshrining sea
when you spelled my name at the basement halls of an old cafe by the end of May it was not too hot but I could see you glow like a cigarette when i spelled your name where the beatniks pray men are fighting now as you speak of love and you ask me how then you head out west to the seven isles there’s conquest in your Algerian eyes and they’re moving in through your northern coasts while I’m crumbling down by the dessert cross and your ships now burn and their flags are high pray for sandstorms now as the wind blows high and your ships now burn and their flags are high pray for sandstorms now as the wind blows high
The Horror 05:53
all the sins that blew you away gems on your crown everything that comes in your way follow you down saw your pilgrims running low same old design aiming for the finishing blow grafting my vine everybody came to your speech sweet to be heard you read me like the book on the beach same as I dreamt thrilling! I’d expect the same bounded to disregard opening your arms and pray a relieving triangle to rest your sadness old soul, you remember? drifting the river upstream, dirty with grime I could not see anymore, I had no time watching for sunken stones, had to discern only a whirl of black limbs, wish to return I saw vague forms of men, double, leaping, gliding like a flock of excited magpies, flying like a claim of distant kinship, affirmed by you, ashore even conquerors should pay the price of futile fame, tomorrow we’re gone mountains or waves, align and dissever prisming the rays, the light of the seven took a deep breath, then stopped to listen ivory marks the hell of your heaven
binding circles stunning one by one I’ve been there once, I’ll hold’em brandishing my thyrsus of delights upon the hills observing rites where maidens rise in frantic haste sweet are their accents and their ways of mingling thunders into notes fill up your cups it’s time to [taste] empress seen in such a dishabille sworn to advocate the public weal binding circles stunning one by one binding circles stunning one by one now all them stories stamped in leather and worshipped far on distant shores with ivy wreaths and torches blazing I wanna hear your dulcet tones
Little Empire she’s a girl, she’s been with us since day one she’s a ride in our amusement park little empire she’s a girl, she makin’ roses blooming wiping cities out with cherry bombs Jasmin Mole could be her name, of all the rest ensuring strong and vigorous to seal the bonds little empire’s got a white cat with a long black wagger choking minds of those who left a scar loving every kind of art, and every looming swagger little empire she’s your lucky star she’s afraid of snakes but she draws them on her skin savagely she brakes silver magic ships she sinks father grows like once a year, but this year he grew times five he loves himself he loves his children and crushes on walls of pride canon laws of separation, I’m grateful to be alive on their side the perfect judgement struck by the season flies she’s afraid of snakes but she draws them on her skin oh how she breaks waiting for my goodbye kiss
The Crown 07:20
do you believe in the sorcery of the seasons? up against the mortal law open the door to the ones that started treason their bodies washed, upon the shore others signed and believed like was it certain every night, on their watch, they command wear your skirt now, let’s go and have a treat, babe I want your toes in sand, your toes in sand stunned again by the district maleficence summon up the vibe and take it slow suddenly the vision of the decent like my might i’m breaking on the floor flee from this city, let’s take the boat to the island the one I missed, the one you’ve never seen i’ll take you for a quick ride to the sunset the black sand would stack up on your knees secret religions can’t secretly know, washing our spirits in awe making it up for the sin when you wanted to go the light against us, the tidal force the light that changed our completing flows we shared a life like a lift ride to the first floor what you hide?


released June 10, 2022

All music composed, arranged, deployed and performed by The Steams.
All lyrics written by Panos Dimitropoulos.

Recorded and Mixed by Alex Bolpasis at Suono Studio, Athens.
Mastered by Nick Townsend at Infrasonic Sound Studios, Nashville TN.

Produced by Alex Bolpasis and The Steams.

Performing in this album:
Panos Dimitropoulos • Vocals, Guitars
Andreas Kokovikas • Guitars
Alex Bolpasis • Bass, Percussion
Gustav Penka • Drums
Vasilis Tafas • Cencer [Algerian Eyes]
Giorgos Stogiorgis • Qanun [Entrance]
Nikos Tsantanis • Lute [Entrance, The Union, The Horror!], Tsampouna
[Entrance, Lament, The Union]

George Mazonakis • Recitation of the “Origin of Tragedy” (by Aristotle), prologuing "Lament", recorded by Kostas Kalimeris at Black Rock Studios, Santorini.

Ilias Pantoleon • "Algerian Eyes" string
arrangement composition, recorded at Artracks Studios, Athens
by George Priniotakis. Performed by Kostas Panagiotidis: Violin, Argyro Seira: Violin, Patrick Evans: Viola, Marina Kolovou: Cello.

Layout design by Konnè Tagklis.
Photography by Sebastien Zanella.
Art direction by Panos Dimitropoulos.
Cover art conceived by Panos Dimitropoulos and Andreas Kokovikas.

To our families, Christopher King, Nikolas Mamasis, Anastasia Bouroussi, George Moschopoulos, George Priniotakis, Ilias Pantoleon, George Mazonakis and all of you reading this.


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