Frantic Bleep was founded in November 2001 in Kongsvinger, Norway. The original instrumentation was Patrick Scantlebury playing guitars and synthesizers, Eywin Sundstrom on guitars and Karl Arthur Renstrøm on the drums. In November 2002, they released four songs for their first and only demo CD called Fluctuadmission. During the recording, Paul Mozart Bjørke joined the group as a studio member on vocals and bass.
Although a debut demo, it generated much excitement by both press and fans alike. It also caught label attention quickly and the band received quite a few offers and decided to sign worldwide with The End Records in the summer of 2003.
Karl Arthur Renstrøm was replaced by Sten Erik Svendheim in July 2003. The band began recording their debut album, The Sense Apparatus in October of 2003. The recording proved to be a major project, taking an entire year to complete. The Sense Apparatus features 41 minutes of what has been described as dramatic and massive music. The album was produced by Patrick Scantlebury with artwork by Christian Ruud. The album also features Kjetil Foseid, Daniel Solheim and Agnete M. Kirkevaag (Madder Mortem) performing various vocal duties. In 2004/2005, Lars Gunnar Morastseter and Trond Sand, both previous from the Norwegian death metal band The Laughing Man joined the band. Writing and rehearsals for the follow-up started and the band played their first, and so far only, live gig, in their hometown Kongsvinger during the month of August 2005.
As of 2009, the album was announced as being in progress, and had a tentative release date of 2009, but as of June 2012, there has been no updates from the band.
Mausolos
Frantic Bleep Lyrics
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Where we could find hell
To behold the morning after
The poor in spirit lies
Artemisia, please teach us
To preserve the withered flies
The winds of Sunday told us
Where we could find hell
The leaves of October told them
That we scrutinized it well
Please teach us to preserve
The withered flies!
The song “Mausolos” by Frantic Bleep takes the listener on an intense emotional journey through its cryptic and surreal lyrics. The song’s first verse mentions the winds of Sunday telling the listener where to find hell. This could be interpreted as a metaphor for a difficult situation or emotional turmoil that one has knowingly put themselves in, but cannot find a way out of.
The second line of the verse, “To behold the morning after, the poor in spirit lies,” suggests that after experiencing this difficult situation, the individual is left feeling emotionally drained and devoid of hope. In the following verse, the singer speaks about Artemisia, a Greek queen who constructed the Mausoleum of Halicarnassus, considered one of the Seven Wonders of the Ancient World. The singer asks Artemisia to teach them how to preserve the withered flies, which might be a metaphor for holding onto the fleeting moments of life before they are gone forever.
The chorus repeats the first verse, emphasizing the idea that the singer is searching for a way out of their emotional turmoil, and perhaps the winds and leaves are guiding them towards it. In summary, the lyrics of “Mausolos” are dark and thought-provoking, leaving the listener to ponder the deeper meanings behind the symbolism used.
Line by Line Meaning
The winds of Sunday told us
We received a revelation on Sunday that informed us
Where we could find hell
As to where we may locate misery and torment
To behold the morning after
To witness the consequences of our actions
The poor in spirit lies
Those who lack strength of character are defeated
Artemisia, please teach us
We implore Artemisia to educate us
To preserve the withered flies
To conserve and protect the weakened and fragile
The leaves of October told them
In October, the foliage shared information with them
That we scrutinized it well
Confirmed that we thoroughly examined the situation
Please teach us to preserve
We request instruction on safeguarding
The withered flies!
The vulnerable and decaying insects!
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The winds of Sunday told us
Where we could find hell
To behold the morning after
The poor in spirit lies
Artemisia, please teach us
To preserve the withered flies
The winds of Sunday told us
Where we could find hell
The leaves of October told them
That we scrutinized it well
Please teach us to preserve
the withered flies!
great song!!!