I open my eyes and see I‘m finally in good company
Impostors of actors as copies of clones
I take comfort in the fact that when I die I‘ll be all that I own
Spend your self
Don‘t take the Turing test, authenticity‘s high in demand
I have to please the board or I fear that my sequel gets canned
In service to the brand
When I finally found me
I can end this withdrawal
I‘ll wear my skin as a trophy
Mount my head on the wall
And the artists will call it artless
I‘m gonna fuck and then sell of my carcass
Let‘s toil our lives short, scream our voice away and duct-tape all the newborn
Offer up our lives to the current deity at hand
Purify our heads and sleep in cellars on dank futons
It‘s cold down there. What keeps you warm? The service to the brand
Recently I am so very myself I completely forgot who that actually is
And I don‘t fear death anymore, my marketing‘s tighter than its
Rerelease of this pummeling Swedish D-beat/crust LP from 2012, with the hallmarks of the style at its best— heavy riffs and righteous fury. Bandcamp New & Notable May 18, 2021
Polish noise-crust outfit eschews the big Tragedy-esque riffs still popular with their US counterparts for scratchy claustrophobia. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 2, 2016
New York hardcore meets classic thrash metal meets Jane's Addiction-esque alternative on the Brooklyn crushers' sensational debut. Bandcamp New & Notable Dec 13, 2023