Bult

Bult

BandMetal

Bult represents technical, insane odd beat yet musical metal/hardcore with a groove. On stage, Bult delivers a ferociously energetic live show that leaves you with the odd sensation of getting your head smacked and liking it.

Biography

Influenced by Mastodon, Architects and Between the Buried and Me, as well as Sweden's own Meshuggah, Bult performs a progressive metal/hardcore with equal parts explosive energy as finely tuned musician ship. On stage, Bult delivers a ferociously energetic live show that leaves you with the odd sensation of getting your head smacked and liking it.

The band has previously existed in various constellations, guitarist Martin Andreasson and drummer Cristian Sigurdson has been a part of Bult from the get go, but not until Jonas (vocals) and Sam (bass) joined in the year 2010 the Bult we know today took form.

Voices about Bult: "... Bult is excellent, listen and you'll understand" Goteborgs-Posten, Bult impresses" - www.loudfarmer.com, "Bult impresses again" - www.loudfarmer.com, "...outstanding! Tight, interesting and performed with authority" - Slavestate.se, "Band of the month, without a doubt" - Slitz Magazine, "After head banging through a Bult show, you will have induced Parkinson's disease on your self" - www.spena.net

The outcome of their latest visit to the studio is available at:

http://www.bultband.com

Lyrics

This Empty Flesh

Written By: Filip Svensson

A new beginning, a stir in the water.
The crawl, the dust, the voices inside.

Slashing, hacking, cutting.

A slave of this mind? This feeble effort?
A stir in the water, the noise of bedtime.

The voice of our time.

A glimpse of light, the winds are mourning.
Headway, breathing through.

One mind, two wills - a prison of me.

Three attempts, a stir in the water.
A fist through this empty flesh.

A pale gloom of death.
A pale gloom of life.
Open plains, hope?

The voice of our time.

Open plains, barren wasteland.
Caressing dead grass in turmoil.

One mind, two wills - a prison of me.
One mind, two wills - a division of three.

A new beginning.
Gloom of life.
The crawl.
The dust.
The voices.
This feeble effort.
The noise of bedtime.
The voice of our time.

The voice of our time.

One mind, two wills - a prison of me.
One mind, two wills - a division of three.

Fuck you, I am!
Fuck you, I am!
Fuck you, I am!
Fuck you!

Not Human

Written By: Martin Brzezinski

Ugly smell contained in plastic just to hide the obvious truth.
Shell designed to perfection with an engine that’s about to break.
Principles are lost as worlds collide.
Look through these eyes; catch a glimpse of imminent failure.

This one is not human.

Replica, this one.
Replica.

Soulless, blinded by the next phase,
Path: unknown, target: inevitable self-destruction.
Under this skin dwells fear that’s unreal.
Can’t hide it, can’t show it, never feel it, about to lose it.

Replica, this one.
Replica.
Replica, replica.

A glimpse of faith.

As history repeat itself deception become my best friend.
Ignoring the scars that once brought me back to darker days.
Mind feeding on rotten thoughts, this one is dead inside.

Dead, dead, dead...

Dead inside, dead inside.
Dead inside, dead inside.

Maggot Breed

Written By: Martin Brzezinski

Maggot breed from the womb of God.
Ruled by fear, victorious in greed.
World ending disease.
Proud scavengers with a perversion for mass destruction.
Words of serpents defines and justifies the will of the masters.
Deceit and destruction.

Release the carriers of the plague
and let them feast on our flesh.
Master, let your bow be the light on the path to extinction.

Never repent, push on through till the end, be the masters pet.
Kill and erase to achieve a greater purpose.
Obey and become divine.
In war we believe, in the name of gods we deceive
and through our existence everything bleeds.

Release the carriers of the plague
and let them feast on our flesh.
Master, let your bow be the light on the path.

All eyes towards the sun.
Relief in salvation for everyone.
Heading for the end.
Heading for the end.

Slaves answering the masters call.
No deeds undone, death for all.

Mass destruction,
One final plague,
No deeds undone...

Exodus to cure the disease.
End of all.
Prophecy fulfilled.

Released at last, no more past.
Released at last, no more past.
Released at last, no more past.
Released at last, no more past.

Overtly Powerless

Written By: Jonas Udd

Listen here I’ve got to tell you, how things will unfold
In silent denial, nothing’s ever clear
Are we the last defense now? How are we gonna’ come through?
This is not an attempt for, vindication of us all

Tempted by the rush of adrenaline
Addicted to the crushing silence amidst the throng

Memorize the same spoon-fed so called truths your parents choked on

Populism, populism
Populism is the thief of values once pure
Opiated we have driven the development to a halt

Backwards forward halt all development
Belligerence, overtly powerless male dominance

Who has given you the right to rule?
Who has given up their place to your inane self deviant ignorance?

Don’t tempt me, I’m ready to blow,
this is less than I’ve ever wanted for anyone
Don’t touch me, I’ll fucking explode,
you won’t step to me as you have stepped on them!

Suppress all will to create a place where tolerance, mindfulness and empathy rules

Denying what is obvious,
believing victory’s at hand
What victory? Is it a war?
it ‘s a quest for equality!
Equal rights are the modern day civil rights movement
You’re calling me a scab?
You’re the gender biased fucker calling the kettle black!
Denying what is obvious, believing victory’s at hand

Backwards forward halt all development
Belligerence, overtly powerless male dominance

Cleanse the world cleanse the word

Tongues bereaved of all identity
have given birth to bastards long enough
The problems caused: self evident and rank
You can’t suppress an uprising of truth and thirst for freedom
to explore arenas closed by prejudice and fear,
stupidity and nepotism by idiots second guessing and spinning the truth

Cleanse the world cleanse the word, tongues bereaved of all identity

A pose,
an empty pose,
devoid of substance or a firm grasp of modern day
reality

Break all bonds
Crush the walls
Refute all lies

Discography

2009 - This Empty Flesh EP (HoboRec)
2010 - Bult/Iamus Split (HoboRec)
2011 - Amidst The Throng EP (HoboRec)

Set List

Set varies from 30 to 50 minutes, depending on venue and line up. Set list usually consist of 6 to 9 songs. Bult are known to cover Mastodon's "Blood & Thunder" as well as "Hooker with a Penis" by Tool.