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Electropolitan
02:25
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LIVING ON A BATTERY / I'VE BEEN DYING / RUNNING OUT OF CHARGE / OUT OF CHARGE / LITHIUM SHAKES / SHAKE, SHAKE / IT NEVER STOPS / HOOK ME UP TO YOUR LIFE SUPPORT / TURN ME ON & MAKE MY CIRCUITRY BLOW / WIRE ME TO THE NINES / VOLUME ELEVEN / YOU GIVE ME THAT GREAT WHITE SPARK / DAYS OF THUNDER, NIGHTS OF LIGHTNING / LOVE ME TO DEATH / AMPLIFY ME / MAKE IT LOOK LIKE BOMBS ON VEGAS / OPERATOR, PLEASE TRANSMIT THE FLOW / GENERATOR, GIVE ME THAT RED HOT GLOW / RAISE THE GAIN, RAISE THE GAIN / SURGE ME AND SUSTAIN
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Mort le Blanc
03:56
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GO AHEAD & THROW ME TO THE SHARKS / PIRATES RAIDED MY CHEST AND TOOK MY HEART / HOIST THE FLAG HIGH WITH WEATHER-BEATEN FISTS AND ROPES THAT BREAK LIKE MY DREAMS OF TALLER SHIPS / I'VE BEEN TOLD THAT THE WORLD'S MY OYSTER BUT IN EVERY CATCH I JUST KEEP ON HAULING PERILS / LET ME SWIM IN SOMETHING DEEPER THAN THIS, I'M DROWNING FACE DOWN IN SHALLOW PISS / I'VE SCRUBBED THESE DECKS FOR LONG ENOUGH WITH MY HEAD HANGING LOW NOT KNOWING WHAT'S ABOVE / FEVER'S SETTING IN & SIRENS SING TO ME / SIRENS SING TO ME, THEY SING TO ME / TIDAL WAVE SMASH ME OUT TO SEA / FAR FROM DEAD MAN'S COVE & SKULLDUGGERY / THIS SHIP HAS SAILED, BUT I WON'T FAIL / HANG THE PENNANT HIGH, I'M WALKING THE PLANK, TAKING THE DIVE / I'M A SHARK / SHARK / WITH A RAZOR SMILE & DEADLY STYLE / RAZOR SMILE, DEADLY STYLE / I'M A SHARK
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Cementalist
04:53
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GET STRAPPED IN / FEEL THE BITE / LOOK AT MYSELF / LOOK AT MYSELF / THE UNDEAD IN RAY BANS / DRIVE / TUNING IN TO WHITE NOISE BLUES / A SOUNDTRACK FOR DEADBEATS IN LANES OF TWO / FALLING ASLEEP AT THE WHEEL OF THIS REVOLUTION OF DIESEL EATERS, MOTORIZED GHOSTS, CARBON SMOKERS & HOVERING DRONES / NUMB... COLD... LIPS DRY OUT... & EYES SHUT DOWN / DRIVE / THIS APPARATUS VIBRATES ME TO MY VERY CORE & ECHOES / & THIS CONCRETE TRAIL, I'LL TRY TO SALVAGE SOMETHING MORE FROM SIDEROADS / SIGNALS OF MISTAKEN INTENT, SHORT ON CHANGE FROM HOURS SPENT / GRINDING MY TEETH LIKE GEARS, NAVIGATING ROADKILL THAT'S LAIN FOR YEARS / I WASTE IN MY AUTO PILOT SHELL / KEEP WHITE LINES MOVING / GET OUT THE WAY, GET OUT THE WAY / HOVERING DRONES
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Dead Vesicles
03:35
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PANIC... DESTROY... TERROR... DESTROY / THE BOYS ARE BACK IN TOWN, SPREAD THE WORD AROUND / “GET YOUR HEADS TO THE GROUND!” THE NEIGHBOURHOOD RESOUNDS / YES MA’AM, WE’RE THE SWINE THAT YOU HEARD ABOUT / WE’RE THE DIRTY ONES, WE'RE THE SON-OF-A-GUNS / COCK-EYED SCUM WITH MOUTHS LIKE CUNTS / WITH OUR SLEEVES ROLLED UP & OUR SOULS WORN OUT / WE’RE CHEWING TOBACCO & WE’RE SPITTING TAR AS WE FETCH THE BATS FROM THE TRUNK OF THE CAR / WITH OUR SLACK JAWS DRAGGING THROUGH THE GRIT, WE'RE LOSING IT BUT GOD KNOWS WE DON'T GIVE A SHIT / BECAUSE WE’LL TAKE ANYTHING THAT GOES IN THE HEAT OF THE MOMENT / ONCE WE’VE SLICKED BACK OUR HAIR WITH THE THICKEST GREASE COMPONENT / TONIGHT BOYS, WE’LL GET OUR KICKS WE’LL PUT ANOTHER FIST RIGHT THROUGH THE JUKEBOX / THIS IS IT, THIS IS WAR, EVERYTHING GOES DOWN LIKE A WHORE / COUGHING BLOOD & SPITTING TEETH GO TOGETHER HAND IN HAND LIKE STRAWBERRIES & CHAMPAGNE WE'LL BRING IT DOWN, WE'LL BRING SHIT HOME TO THIS TOWN / THERE’S WHISKEY IN THE JAR, BUT THERE’S POISON IN THE BARREL / OH SHIT... WHAT A FUCKING HIT / HIT ME ONCE AGAIN... I THINK I CAN HANDLE IT / SPINNING OUT OF CONTROL ON THE ROAD TO HELL / DRIVING OFF A BRIDGE AS THEIR FEATURES SWELL / ON THE ROAD TO HELL / AS THEIR FEATURES SWELLED
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Dredger
05:11
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LORD OF THE FLIES ON THE SHIT OF SWINE / BUZZING / SPINNING AROUND, SPINNING AROUND / FUCKING AROUND, FUCKING AROUND / SWARMING / SWEATING IT OUT, SWEATING IT OUT / LOST IN THE SOUND, LOST IN THE SOUND / ONLY HALF-ROLLING THEIR EYES / SOUNDTRACKING THEIR DEMISE / THE BLACK LUNG COLLECTIVE, EXCHANGING BULLSHIT SELECTIVELY / SLURRING... & BLURRING / BLACK HOLES DOWNING ANOTHER, ONE MORE TO MAKE THEM ALL LOVERS / SCRAPING... THE BARRELL... SUCKING... THE DREGS... MONGRELS... & BITCHES... WITH CHEMICAL TWITCHES / THEIR FACES LIKE MODERN ART, THICK AS SHIT & TWICE AS UGLY / BURNING UNDER NEON LIGHTS, AN OTHERWISE BLACKED OUT NIGHT / FUCK YOUR GOLDEN EAGLE / FUCK YOUR BLEEDING GUMS / FUCK YOUR POWDERED NOSE / FUCK YOUR ACID TONGUE / GREASE FROM ROTTING MEAT, THE ONLY SLICK YOU HAVE / A GUTTER OF DOGS ON HEAT, BOTTOMFEEDER HAVE A STAB / YOU DON THE CROWN AND HOLD THE KEYS TO THE KINGDOM OF DISEASE/ HERE IN THE LIAR'S DEN, WE ALL GET TORN APART AGAIN / I PITY THIS CESSPIT CITY AND ITS LOW-LIFE COMMITTEE / I PITY THIS CESSPIT CITY / BUT MOST OF ALL I PITY YOU
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Hunt / Gather Glasgow, UK
2011-2013.
Noisy, dark post-hardcore from Scotland.
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Former members of The Minor Times making groovy, intense post-hardcore, a la These Arms Are Snakes.
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