I AM NOT HUMAN ANYMORE.
Monday, September 27, 2010
Saturday, September 25, 2010
Manes
Mixing black metal with electronics, sickness and an overall avant-garde attitude to the whole project, Manes were great.
Apparently the band has broken up. Shame.
Vilosophe
Unter Ein Blodraud Maane
How The World Came To An End
Solve Et Coagula
Apparently the band has broken up. Shame.
Vilosophe
Unter Ein Blodraud Maane
How The World Came To An End
Solve Et Coagula
Tuesday, September 21, 2010
Kriegshög
Fucking Japanese.sick
S/T (2010)
Demo (2007)
Kriegshög (2007)
Dog Soldier/Kriegshög Split
Deathtribe/Kriegshög Split
Hardcore Hell
Thanks to the suckdicksforfun gentleman who suggested them.
S/T (2010)
Demo (2007)
Kriegshög (2007)
Dog Soldier/Kriegshög Split
Deathtribe/Kriegshög Split
Hardcore Hell
Thanks to the suckdicksforfun gentleman who suggested them.
Tuesday, September 14, 2010
3 relatively new releases that go well together.
Trash Talk - Eyes & Nines
Throats - Throats
Trap Them - Filth Rations
Plus, this weird fucker.
Trash Talk - Eyes & Nines
Throats - Throats
Trap Them - Filth Rations
Plus, this weird fucker.
Monday, September 13, 2010
Friday, September 10, 2010
Caring & Kiling
Converge' s (actual) debut. Containing most of Halo in The Haystack in addition to several unreleased songs, it is representable of the bands' later career.
I will not be part of your rusting machine, I will not burn as your fuel.
You are the one drowning in your conviction.
I am not host to them.
You call it your right. I call it your weakness.
The wound won't clot until the blood stops.
It has to stop.
Caring and Killing
I will not be part of your rusting machine, I will not burn as your fuel.
You are the one drowning in your conviction.
I am not host to them.
You call it your right. I call it your weakness.
The wound won't clot until the blood stops.
It has to stop.
Caring and Killing
Wednesday, September 8, 2010
Presidents, Congressmen, Cops & Workers.
We're all presidents, we're all congressmen,
We're all cops in waiting,
We're the workers of the world,
There is the elite and the dispossessed,
And it's only about survival,
Who has the skill to play the game for all it's worth,
And reach an obscure kind of perfection,
Let's try and keep as much emotion out of this as possible,
Let's try not to remember any names,
We'll do it for a country, for a people, for a moral vision,
United, we'll make them remember our history,
Or how we'd like to be told,
How we'd like to be told...
And we rock,
Because it's us against them.
We found our own reasons to sing,
And it's so much less confusing
when lines are drawn like that,
When people are either consumers or revolutionaries,
Enemies or friends hanging on the fringes
Of the cogs in the system,
It's just about knowing where everyone stands.
All of a sudden,
People start talking 'bout guns,
Talking like they're going to war,
'Cause they found something to die for,
Start taking back what they stole-
sure beats every other option,
But does it make a difference how we get it?
Well do you really fucking get it?
No, no, no, no,
No, no, no, no....
Friday, September 3, 2010
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