Dance around a burning brain in trance
The intellectuals, they never stood a chance
Pointing crooked fingers, placing blame
Everything is different, everything is the same
I've wandered off so far away from home
I left uninterested and now, I'm alone
Someone tell me what the hell's going on
What the hell's going on?
It's fine, we'll have it all sorted out
When the wind clears the ashes from the south
Forgotten as a pawn just the same
Re-purposed to be a part of nature's game
Quite possibly the most full-on album I've ever listened to. Intense, and then some. 'Digital Tarpit' could describe both the track and the whole album: high-pitched guitar squeals that make your fillings itch coupled with merciless, suffocating heaviness. The Avenell-esque vocals top it off perfectly.
Brilliant - punishing, but brilliant. jim_fuego
This one also took me a while to get into. It strikes me as less HC than Untitled and less poppy than Ultrapop (stupid I know). Let's call this the No Wave record. Its musical (and amusical) density is matching the persistent sound in my head right now. barnaby nygren