I have not forgotten about your musical needs and today I bring you a sludgy, noisy slow burner of a hardcore/metal album. It's got three heads with teeth all gnashing, and biting at their bits--And they're ready to drag you into their Hell.
The first song "Disappeared" is a constant build-up bringing you closer and closer to your certain doom at the foot of this beast. Slow drumming, distorted yelled vocals, static, noisy bass and a seething fast riff that cuts at your ability to not gravitate closer and closer to your doom. Looping you in and in and in until finally the pace relents for a short while introducing some noise guitar dropped at random intervals confusing and disorienting you--your head continues to bob and you are on edge expecting any moment for it to explode pulling you deeper into this sludge abyss until finally it's only the ringing left in your ears as you have finally sunk.
Now onto the second song "Surveillance" the namesake of the 7".. As if the first was not menacing enough.. The beast of this record has pulled you into it's abyss and pulled you out to begin a grueling task of working in an assembly line. Monotonous movement filled with background buzzings and workings that are not to be focused on. Swirling around is the dust of the environment, the megaphones shouting out discouragement and reminders of your place. Individualism is no longer acceptable. You have three heads of your own all at different wavelengths and all in disagreement yet unison is found at the hands performing the monotonous task at hand. It's everyone for his fuckin' self but you're chained neck to neck with the other sorry fucks who fell through this exact same noise trap. Your heads raise and fall heavy and leaden because the pressure down here is so high, and so compressed that all heads are ready to burst. Time has slowed down to an unbearable point. You're drowning in your own filth and are too lethargic, too consumed to fight it. You drown in your own breath and black out not knowing what you do with your hands while in your new found state of nothingness.
Welcome to your breaking point. You have just listened to what it's like to have something snap.
Listen to the album and learn for yourself. The myspace has some additional tracks not found on the 7". Highly recommend giving it a click. It enters the more hardcore realm--Quick shredded riffs in the background, pissed amplified vocals in the foreground. This is Black Flag on a rage trip. These are the anthems of tearing your hair out and gouging your thumbs into your eyes when the stress just gets to be too much.
Layman's terms: Sludgy hardcore/metal band. Some noise influences. Fast song. Slow song. Both to be played painfully loud.
End note: I did not take creative writing for a reason.. But hey, I can get bored of writing in my normal fashion, too!
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