Call me Nothing, the Absence

by Diva Karr

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Sam This album is so intense. I recognize a few of the songs from the last time I saw them live, I hope to see them again soon!
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GeN2Mo
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GeN2Mo Diva Karr are slowly carving their own niche within what started as pretty straight forward Dissoblack. With this one they have reached a level of coherency and intensity that is just spellbinding, truly starting to move out of the draft of their more obvious inspirations.
And the craziest thing: This is a grower despite its in-your-face immediate impression. This is a lot, maybe a bit much. Please give me more.
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Luke
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Luke Diva Karr really grabbed me with their previous album, combining industrial intensity with black metal atmosphere into something that captured the slaughterhouse vibes of trans existence while remaining defiant in the face of it. This new album is darker. The horrors haven't regressed. But the band find new ways to process them.
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JDMP diva karr are the real fucking deal! full of anger. full of…a very strange sort of hope (not what i’d call optimism). songs against the world. now’s the chance to hop on the train.
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Der Brecher First I was a bit surprised at the ending of the last song. Then I realized, the record plays in a perfect loop. Infinite repeat. Love it.
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1.
Spared 05:17
On the burning bridge believing I was right, I patterned want, I patterned fate, I patterned. Burning made me sick Yearning for real control Planting upon a ledge A fitting slope Self-regulate before you let go Gather your spears, gather on Group of you meant to free Eleven against seven Gather your spears Gather your spears Hiding alone, planning a failing Gather your spears Ready yourself Bathe in hate in my inside Gather your spears Peeling god from my virgin flesh Your thousand sickening blooms Seeking blooms Saving birds Failing fast Now I can On the foot again that brought about a down Enter sacred equal hesitation better SPARED FROM MY SICKENING ETHER TURNING OVER A THOUGHT ABOVE A HOLE AND A TOE
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Upon sun-tilted surface stall of hollow, liberatory sullen songs of statues embedded with graven names of all I know, refer given speeches to me to bandage with hatred and pointed hone. Let me set sequence. Ebullient apparent pour. Let me govern our chance at borders embedded. Last ascent: let bond’s abated echo leper us to a marker of our own. Apollo, old god, your torso sent home. Bled gift embed, let sun eat whole, your body whole. Daughter of heaven, O Bright moon of earth, Let scars decide.
3.
Let scars decide the way forward Let the torture never stop Let all healing be forgotten Let my wounds be fatal Let honesty gut me Let love be finite Let creation quiet Let god never answer Let pain be all I know
4.
Animal Hide 03:10
Waking envenomed again wanting to hurt myself and them over & over Stomach of acid over & over Returned to my animal hide dripping toxic spite Battered against lovers and friends & finding a soak in lost alones Alone, find out i’m alone Make a verdant space Finding inside Make a failing twin Make a phoenix all unformed And so slow so Petrified, filled with ego, I gather my bones, sawdust, and blood. Feathered in sorrow, battered & raw, and plotting to go, the silence envelops. The silence is fogging and chirping in tones that psych my soul and churn my center and wake my void and found again and fallen again over & over stomach of acid over & over again over & over animal hide.
5.
Surface cuts: forest of the levelling hammer that sunk its marred head right in, that leant its bulk aside. Weaponing server–whomever gone–unsole the quarry of working tolls that wither out-trails. Blindfolded, I cut myself from the ground ever where I forgot the covering calm of bedded fellows. Of such feelings, I can finally eat, I can finally breathe. Bound now: let murk aside, let fluttering go. Let sound, let miracle, let having, let earth of the quarreling tones growing around my forgotten sight, earn a garden of apocryphal, of healing, that liberates through sacrifices. Walking all along the ceiling I rang the vase, I prayed to god for a salve of a beginning not yet to be granted, for to be unmade, to be reborn, and yet unscorned alone, I will fight this alone.
6.
Terror god. I am made to forget you’re valued I am made to forget you have worth sitting in your iron battered home and found faking lying Lying intaking hating Lying intaking hormones Lying intaking lying Intaking liars led low hating it all Oh led low lay fighting and pitiful Proud above them Proud among them Everlasting revelation: anger Awaken and go far Let my harms sow Let my hatred grow Let no one close Let me bleed slow cold, blessed free from the fire
7.
is anyone home are they home someone's home
8.
I can vex a start from a candle While the baying of hounds ensorcell offense from a solid door. Abrogate all growth, Serve yourself. Teleavenge abiding horror secreting soil around the premiere. Agonsize down all who question sentence or spoke. “I can’t eat” “Why so?” “A camera.” “Where are you?” Bare aghast echo spelling me towards safest seeds to eat. Ever against self-hating torture: the sacred bond, the sacred pulse, the sacred dance, the sacred letting go. I decided to run away counting on god’s heavy lids to fuse his neck. Because as little more than nothing (Call me Nothing, the Absence), I birth dissolve. I am the lowest of the low. None of my acts will ever unburden me.

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released February 27, 2026

Adam - drums
Art - bass
Chris - guitar, synth
Eliana - vocals, field recording

Produced by Diva Karr

Lyrics and design by Eliana
Cover photo by Adam
Engineered and mixed by Chris
Vocals recorded and co-produced by Chelsea Ellsworth at Entropy Tether Studios
Mastered by Aki McCullough at Nu House Studios

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