Pristina is a collective. A group of talented female writers/vocalists, teamed together with writer/producer Joey B. of The Echoing Green. The idea was to create a beautiful, female-driven, sophisticated electronic record - so Joey called upon friends he had made over his many years of recording and touring with The Echoing Green, as well as some new friends to lend their talents.
"I think Pristina's secret weapon is that most all of the women involved have backrounds in acoustic and rock-type genres... nothing electronic. So when I asked them to be a part of an electronic project - they were all excited to step out of their element and flex different musical muscles, so-to-speak." says Joey.
Based in Connecticut, Pristina features ex-members of a diverse list of Northeast bands, including Dry Kill Logic, 100 Demons, Invocation Of Nehek, A Thousand Falling Skies, Born Under Saturn, and more. Revitalizing the best elements of the 90’s metallic hardcore boom, Pristina lays down the gauntlet with a menacing sound that is equally dark, driving, and hypnotic. Revolver Magazine has described Pristina as “a chaotic surge of hardcore intimidation, atonal riff bombardment, and sound-collage psych ops.”
September 28, 2010, Pristina releases its first full-length album, The Drought (ov Salt and Sorrow), on Trendkill Recordings (Candiria, Spylacopa.) The Drought (ov Salt and Sorrow) was recorded, mixed, and mastered by Today Is The Day’s Steve Austin (Converge, Deadguy) at Austin Enterprise. The album is based around a 23-minute title track, boasting guest appearances by Today Is The Day’s Steve Austin, Bloodlet’s Scott Angelicos, and Starkweather’s Rennie Resmini.
Paradigm
Pristina Lyrics
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And filling up my eyes
Skies so grey
Thoughts of yesterday
Run bitter in my mind
The pen is spent
No letters sent - they'll stay here forever
The hours drop
The clock is stopped at nine past never
Spinning out of time
I see in the dark
And my eyes trace the stars
While my mind feels the scars
When time was ours
Peace is cast aside when memories collide
And taken with the tide
Lest we forget the time we spent in days of September
Leaves rushing by...
Can you see in the dark?
Can you see the same stars?
Do you feel the same scars?
Will time again be ours?
The song "Paradigm" by Pristina is a melancholic reflection of lost time and memories. The opening lines depict a morning after a restless night, where the skies have turned grey, and thoughts of the past have become bitter. The singer's pen has been spent with no letters sent, showcasing the inability to confront or express their emotions. This is further emphasized by the clock being stopped at "nine past never," indicating the feeling of being stuck in time, unable to move on from the past. The chorus talks about the scars that time has left on the singer's mind and their longing for a peaceful moment to reflect upon the memories they have left behind.
The lyrics of the song are open to interpretation, but they deal with themes of nostalgia, loss, and the passage of time. The repetitive use of the line "Can you see in the dark?" questions if the memories and the scars carry the same weight for the singer's significant other. The ending of the song remains uncertain, where the singer asks if time would ever be theirs again, implying the hesitancy of moving on or holding onto the past.
Line by Line Meaning
The night fades into the morning rain
As the night turns into daylight, I am reminded of how transitory everything in life is.
And filling up my eyes
I cannot escape the fact that everything around me is changing, even if I try.
Skies so grey
The world around me appears dull and uninspiring, as if all color has drained away.
Thoughts of yesterday
Memories of the past continue to haunt me and fill my mind with regret and longing for what is gone.
Run bitter in my mind
I cannot escape the bitterness of the past, and it continues to color my perspective on the present.
The pen is spent
I am unable to express my feelings in any meaningful way.
No letters sent - they'll stay here forever
My feelings will remain locked inside me, never to be shared or understood by anyone else.
Captive in my mind
My thoughts and feelings are trapped inside my own head, with no way to escape or be understood.
The hours drop
Time continues to pass, even if I am unable to see its progress or make the most of what it offers.
The clock is stopped at nine past never
The time has seemingly stopped, as if caught in an endless loop of nothingness.
Spinning out of time
I feel as if I am losing my grip on reality, as if time and space are becoming malleable and unpredictable.
I see in the dark
Even when everything is bleak and difficult to perceive, I still cling to hope and try to see beyond the darkness.
And my eyes trace the stars
I look up at the distant stars, wondering what mysteries they hold and what kind of future they might offer.
While my mind feels the scars
Even as I look towards the future, I cannot forget the pain and hurt of the past. It continues to affect me deeply.
When time was ours
I think back to a time when the world seemed brighter and full of possibilities, when my life was more my own.
Peace is cast aside when memories collide
The peace and contentment I might feel in the present is disrupted by the memories of the past, which can be difficult to reconcile.
And taken with the tide
These memories are like waves that pull me under, dragging my emotions and mood along with them.
Lest we forget the time we spent in days of September
It is important to remember the positive moments of the past, even if the memories can be bittersweet or painful at times.
Leaves rushing by...
Even as time seems to stand still, nature continues its infinite cycle, changing and growing regardless of human experience.
Can you see in the dark?
Do you have the ability to find hope and meaning even when things seem hopeless or difficult?
Can you see the same stars?
Do we share the same hope and dreams for the future, no matter where we are or what we believe?
Do you feel the same scars?
Are we connected by the shared pain and hurt of the past, even if we cannot always express or understand it?
Will time again be ours?
Is there hope for a better future, where we can reclaim our sense of agency and make the most of our time on earth?
Contributed by Chase W. Suggest a correction in the comments below.