That includes Justin Pearson (the Locust, Useless Cross, Planet B, Retox, Head Wound Metropolis, All Leather-based, Three One G Information), Brian Amalfitano (ACxDC), Scott Osment (Weak Flesh) and Jason Klein (Run with the Hunted), Deaf Membership are again a number of years after their Productive Disruption debut with one other “scathing indictment of society” within the type of We Demand a Everlasting State of Happiness. The band’s second album is a sturdier affair replete with extra velocity, extra riffs, extra alien guitar sounds and extra center fingers thrown up on the world. And right here’s your probability to expertise a little bit slice of it earlier than its launch date on September nineteenth through Southern Lord. The observe in query known as “Crap Circles” and right here’s what frontman Particular person needed to say about it: “I get bummed on myself for the lyrics I write and the way they’re at all times seeped in negativity. I don’t need to say the unfavorable stuff I do, however I’ve no different creative possibility. Not solely do I’ve little religion in people at this level, however the fixed blanket of stress and anxiousness from the sheer stupidity of individuals in fashionable society warrants the phrases I write. The play on phrases with the title ties into aliens, and the way if we have been to be formally visited, or at the least kidnapped, we may collectively throw out all of the bullshit dogma that people nonetheless appear to embrace, akin to faith, the extreme ego, the rampant disrespect for each other in addition to the planet usually, and the truth that we’ve managed to shove our heads to this point up our asses we miss all the things that really issues.”
Lyrics for “Crap Circles”
Science doesn’t care what you suppose.
Doom loop god’s shit will simply nonetheless stink.
Slip in slimelight blind eyes gained’t blink.
Terraforming revenue gained’t sync.
Let’s act a idiot, drain the gene pool.
Science doesn’t care what I do know.
Doom loop god’s shit will simply nonetheless blow.
Slip in slimelight blind eyes gained’t glow.
Terraforming revenue is dough.
Let’s act a idiot, drain the gene pool.
Oh, God crapped within the pool.
Put up lunacy simply feels crappy.
Downgrade totally free, suck it and see.
As The bureaucrats cried,
“Jargon Monoxide”
we spoke in tongues tied.
Numb, dumb metropolis extensive.
Science doesn’t care what you suppose.
Science doesn’t care what I do know.
Crap within the pool.
*picture by Andy Wilcox
And whereas we’re at it, why not try the video for “Nihilism for Dummies.”
