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A strange, somewhat grim vehicle of electropunk-inspired industrial pop nonsense. I've been told my lyrics verge on the slightly intense. With effortless underg
I'd love to sound more like :Wumpscut: or Katscan or someone like that but I'm afraid that's unlikely. I've spent too many years looking for proper industrial punk bands and the sort of hairy European misanthropes that float my boat, but come up empty, so I thought I'd do it myself. That said, I cringe listening to my own tunes - which unfortunately I've been known to do sometimes; possibly because they're all gloriously unhinged. I suppose Jandek and Suckdog are role models as well then. Does this break the 'evil Nihilistic bleakness' third wall a bit? I always wonder that about industrial and post-industrial groups. They all sound so sensible and dour. That said, I'd like to think my real life is somewhat grim, and I'm not just moaning on about Nazi zombies or cybernetic hookers or something. You get a lot of dental references in my stuff. Much as I try not to glorify it, that's probably because I've been known to chew sweet dripping fuck out of myself on occasion and would at least like to be allowed to complain about that decidedly unorthodox state of affairs occasionally. The attitude of Whitehouse, Brighter Death Now, Swans and Painslut filtered through the crappy techno pop bleepery of whatever modern toss I'm subconsciously influenced by, I suppose. Right, that's enough bands name-dropped. Just listen to it if you're curious.
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Electronic • Industrial
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#4,827 today Peak #167
#250 in subgenre Peak #6
Author
Ben Power/Ben Power
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August 24, 2015
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MP3 5.1 MB • 128 kbps • 5:36
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Whole Sold The leaves have all finished vomiting their greens Your little dog day dreams chewed apart at the seams And prodded with a stick the test animal screams With a hundred voices howling in synchronicity There’s a new queue standing by the seat of obscene And beetles in your brain are the only things that gleam Subsuming one more cancer will not make you clean It’s never now or never in your world of in-betweens So take a wander down to where your sea and dirt meet And sharpen up that smile for the sycophants you greet Brittle bone devils dance about in your eyes But I’ve checked in all your records and I can’t say I’m surprised But everything’s fine just like the doctors said Candy-coated razor wire spilling from your head Bio-chemical digits coma-deep in debris And your softcore soul spread wide to receive It’s mind over matter where the matter’s so sick Grind up the grey walls brick by brick Designer conscience going cheap Load up more dreams then press delete Simian psychodrama Crass thought compiled Simmered in your skull by the sane-defiled An action replay of synthesised sweat Dissolving towards dementia Are you dizzy yet? Asphalt heart on sutured sleeve Harmonized to numb naïve Popping pills to break the deal You’ve lost the rights to how you feel Asphalt heart on sutured sleeve Harmonized to numb naïve Popping pills to break the deal You’ve lost the rights to how you feel Asphalt heart on sutured sleeve Harmonized to numb naïve Popping pills to break the deal You’ve lost the rights to how you feel
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RideFlame
Jun 20, 2016
I often find myself thinking that The Sleaford Mods are trying to be Vore Complex and failing. If only they could plug into the same vein of horror-truth-reality, as Vore... :) Vore's lyrics dive deep into horror / truth in a way few other artists can. Excellent stuff.