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Chicago hardcore legends RAW NERVE have gone out burning down the whole city with this final four-song frenzy to top off one of the most uncompromising runs in recent hardcore history. Eschewing the reassurance of sing-alongs and melodies, RAW NERVE fixates on the insular world of loneliness and the search for meaning by tearing apart all falsehoods with a bitter vengeance.
This is combustive, youthful hardcore at its finest. Steeped in atmosphere and violence, each track builds only to topple into devastating collapse. Showcasing a focused clarity of both sound and composition to transport the listener into an otherworldly realm, this recording culminates their genre melding of raw hardcore and lo-fi black metal and careens with an agonized velocity as if each moment is more painful than the last.
With a sharpened delivery, vocalist Matthew Adis drags the listener into a maelstrom of disrepair through songs that pulsate with an ominous shudder. Life might be a total loss, but it comes with the obligation to endure until the end. This EP features heavyweight, custom glossy die-cut jackets with full-color printed inner sleeves, and pressed on heavy red vinyl.
Taking cues from early U. This release features pro-printed cassette wrap sleeves enclosed in a custom five-panel foldout jacket, pressed on black chrome tapes for maximum impact. Building on the foundation of previous efforts, prolific helmsman J. Wood showcases a broadened perspective of his vision, steeping each assault in a dismal atmosphere of resounding textures to plunge the listener into the very limits of nocturnal fate.
Seldom has such a compulsive array of frenzied emotion reached its boiling point. A bombardment of aggression dispersed with bludgeoning momentum, these are songs to fuel your own war. Shirtless Thugs render your pain a reality with their suburban sound of abject destitution and illegal entry into your world. HOAX delivers bad news yet again. Capturing the intensity of their over-the-top live performances is certainly no small feat, yet on vinyl they convey an unparalleled aural assault of massive proportion, wreaking destruction on all fronts with songs that demolish everything in their horizon.
Phony chains of command, social indebtedness to false truths, a world crumbling to pieces—games of a bogus system that rely on your habitual passivity. HOAX propel you to retaliate! This EP features elaborate die-cut five-panel fold-out sleeves, pressed on thick black vinyl. The first spell from Arts is an apocryphal prayer to awaken the dead and answer the call to the divine truth manifested within the depths of these incantations, venerated here in the 7th year of the Great Tribulation.
Remastered from the original 4 track tapes to achieve maximum sonic devastation and eclipse the listener in supreme blackness, herein is the sound of war unleashed. Nobility is only in the negation of existence, in a smile that surveys annihilated landscapes. It is not worth the bother of killing yourself, since you always kill yourself too late. After a three-year interment these six new anthems seep to the surface and pick right up where their forebears died off.
This deluxe re-release of their self-titled EP comes showcased in a custom foldout double-sided envelope sleeve, with a sixteen-page booklet featuring marvelous artwork by Will Boone, and pressed to red vinyl in black dust sleeves.
To resist happiness, what could be more rewarding? If you have not already tasted it, surely you will never be satisfied once you have. This is a hideous rotting beast, one drowned in contempt over the fallacies of rational thought. Only the lunatic enjoys the privilege of passing smoothly from a nocturnal to a daylight existence: there is no distinction between his dreams and his waking.
This is the band at their most prolific, expanding their sound into a jarring implosion of balance and tension. This release comes pressed on dark blue vinyl housed in three-panel inner sleeves with black dust jackets inside a custom uncoated slipcover.
Self-betrayal is authenticity: the poem will crush the poet, the system the philosopher, the event the man of action. Destruction awaits anyone who, answering to his vocation and fulfilling it, exerts himself.
This is frenetic music at the brink of disintegration, delivered without caution to strangulate the very notions of safety. Desire for harm is the comfort of a steady faith in the imperishable. To seek possession of this absolute illuminates a destination marked by a path concealed by stones hurled from the veiled recesses of sanctuary. True loathing is frivolity mastered. It is a privilege and an art; it is a passion for the superficial by those who, having met the impossibility of certitude, nap through their spiral into oblivion; it is the plummet from one quagmire into the next, which, being by nature bottomless, is reassuring in all its familiarity.
What remains is to proceed dead for a life; there is nothing better buried. A wide-awake decay for all witnesses here and forthcoming to relish is a love that grows maggot-like. It is an impeccable and glorious worm, guardian of a serene and rotting corpse. Do not recoil in horror from its caresses, rather, let it disgorge all what once was, for as it bores through, wear it proudly—after all it is you, living.
It is here that the dissolution of opposites can never merge the shattered chains of ambition. Here and now, one shall forever fail what is hardest: to tear down the curtain to the reveal bare, absolute truth. It is this sound of reminiscent bells that drown the voices screaming out of deep cisterns and exhausted wells. The brain-drift that sniffs out the deepest of all pleasures—the cessation of all striving—disgusts and degrades instantly.
Yet how this fascinates. Root for it, raise your filthy snout in elation—that is a kind of enlightenment. But what to make of such a fruit, whose gleaning requires you go down on all fours. Shrouded in ethereal night exists a fire abounding in phantasms.
This is a flame that speaks of Initiation and Consecration as a veritable heritage of destiny. Herein, reflecting back into itself, this luminescence serves as the lone sanctuary of divine thought on the part of the profane where it cannot be seized by non-believers. That the glorious fire of revelation is diffused in accordance with supreme reason is proof that God does not enlighten the world by means of meteors and flashes, but chooses to remain concealed in his own sepulchral sleep.
Six expositions on our collective hopes and dreams succumbing to futility. For within the blanketing comfort of hopelessness lie new pathways towards examining our festering, rotting selves: as allegiances inevitably wither, emotions fade, and covenants shatter into endless reflections, all we have is to gaze hesitantly upon ourselves, the ravaged remains.
As you trot along in circles, do you chase or do you flee? And do you do so as a herdsman or as an exception? Are you genuine? Or are you only an actor representative of which is already represented to an audience that blinks at your gestures and coughs over your words. Perhaps you are no more than an imitation of an actor watching yourself being watched and marveling at the circle that you perceive to be straight. What is laid upon us is to accomplish the negative; the positive is already given.
The survival of humanity lies in its self-destruction; therein sprawls a wide vista of impasses that, out of weakness of spirit, one is often tempted to retreat from and divert into spiritual mummification.
The few who dare to persevere into the tempest of solitude can expect a horrifying and often disastrous confrontation with the self. Thankfully, our insufficient impulses deflect us headlong into passion. This prolonged storm of madness, insanity, and eventual death is exacerbated most effectively through the act of intimacy.
Here one may concede for a lifetime. Through physical involvements with another, one can reflect the pain that life relentlessly rains upon us. To be motivated by weakness must be considered a sublime art; it is this colorful flaw that maps our race to the grave. May it please heaven that the listener, emboldened, and become momentarily as fierce as what he hears, find without loss of bearings a wild and abrupt way across the desolate swamps of his somber, fear-averting existence.
For unless he bring to his listening of NAZI DUST a rigorous logic and mental application at least tough enough to balance his distrust, the palpitations of his own incoherent nature will lap up his soul as water does sugar. It would not be good for everyone to hear the music contained here; only the few may relish this bitter fruit without danger.
So, timid soul, before further penetration of such uncharted steppes, retraces your steps, do not advance. Death is a sentient and responsive shadow.
To stand in His presence one must be a willing empath for immersion in His essence. Those who seek shall find Life and Death merge in a continuity of purpose, like blue streaks in a black sky. Proceed: for beyond this converging twilight lies a profound remembrance of the things you have seen, the places you have been, the tears you have drowned in.
It is easy to get caught up. In this light, the more something succeeds, the more it fails. To be the infrequent possessor of something truly great is to address posterity: to be sure, contemporaries will remain indifferent; you will be like a man compelled to spend his life on a desert island who toils to erect a memorial so that the fishes of the surrounding sea know he will someday cease to exist. There is a dying plebeian ambivalence to the ghastly creaks and tragedies of New York City.
Only here can one man come up against another, individually in a void, and speak collectively to the disintegration of his being. A city where the deluge of beauty is mystified by the constant groan of economy undermining a perpetually dissolving modernity.
As it looms, it showers upon us the debris of its newest and most ragged disharmonies to stimulate our malignant activities and applaud the constant awakening of our intangible reality. These luminous sights, sounds, and sensations of this mythological frontier are but mere scuffles and flurries under the crumbling stone and iron exposed to the decay and the terror of the overwhelming shadows that engulf us.
We have also lowered the prices on several items as a going away special. This is a violent, swirling cacophony that pushes their style to the limit to further articulate the hallucinatory nature of despair. In Death features black vinyl housed in black-flood paper inner sleeves and heavy duty gatefold jackets.
To enhance the mood of the artwork, the sleeve plays an exclusive audio track, activated by pressing a concealed button inside. This edition comes pressed on heavy gm. Limited to copies. A little surf guitar riffing here and there, a lot of rock think '50s and '60s , some neon colors, and pink wax.
Another collectable from Youth Attack Records. Taking cues from Negative Approach, C. This chrome cassette release features deluxe inner wrap-around sleeves held with custom stickers and enclosed in an outer foldout cover. This record is a masterpiece years in the making. This record will knock your socks off, seriously.
Description by Mark McCoy. On these 8 songs we hear bare bones hardcore delivered at its highest intensity, withsinger Zach Reini's ferocious delivery leading the offensive in a tour de force of rage and revenge. Those familiar with their Negative Reflection Demo will take note of their amped up aggression and now masterful execution of riffs, breakdowns, and tempo shifts that heretofore stand unparalleled.
You're all to burn!
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