Birth the stench of pavement.
Underlined by static.
And the dirt grew language,
yet the audience cannot be swayed.
Your judge made my shit list
at the mercy of a stillborn.
Call it mal-interest.
I am feeding the food chain.
By the entangled tides of whim the dissident hold their tongues
for the cowards
of the cause.
God must’ve spoke blemishes into our lungs.
Held hostage by the empire cause the fat trimmed from the throne was not enough.
I want names.
I was only born to spectate.
Lucy ain't coming home.
Eat drugs kill sleep.
credits
from Technical Jargon and Partisan Rhetoric,
released March 8, 2013
Recorded, engineered, and produced by Lee Stoker
Artwork by Bobby Gibbs of Verbera
All music and lyrics written by FAUS
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
The Brooklyn miscreants dish out six helpings of raw, sinister punk that combine raw energy with metalcore power moves. Bandcamp New & Notable Dec 14, 2022