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A desire for heaviness, a desire to properly "soil" the homepage.
Few bands can rival the Corrosion of the 1980s; the most damnably incisive and furious period of the band originally from North Carolina.
I search the internet for some forgotten news regarding Technocracy...and I read a piece of news that paralyzed me.
"Reed, It’s with heavy hearts that we say goodbye to a friend, a brother and pioneer. Love and condolences to the family, friends and fans who will miss you and thanks for the music".
Reed Mullin, the band's historic drummer, passed away in January at 53 years old.
I knew nothing about it; and it's already extremely hard for me to continue, to proceed with the review.
Without any rhetoric, I can affirm that we have lost one of the greatest drummers of the Hardcore-Punk-Sludge-Metal genre.
He had an angelic face in his youth; capable, with his powerful and obsessive drumming, of giving further energy to a bewildering and destabilizing sound wall. Corrosion were among the first to realize it was possible to fuse the dramatic physicality of Hardcore with the outrageous intensity of Metal. An approach that set a precedent and was later developed in many other directions by hundreds of bands.
Absolute pioneers, like Suicidal Tendencies and Agnostic Front.
At this point, I try to jot down two harsh lines about the EP released in 1987.
A ferocious and brief, 5-song act lasting only 13 minutes, an indictment against the American society of the time, against a rampant corruption of a political system destined to fail...at least that's what the then young angry and proud guys of their caustic proclamations hoped.
The title track is placed to open the work. A restrained intro of a few seconds; then pandemonium. The auditory assault begins, thanks to the shift in gear that Reed executes on the drums, launching his companions in a Hardcore gallop that works the sides and demolishes. Lacerating solos of the six strings, an atomic bass that pulses and compacts the sound. A torn, tight voice, typical of the genre...and we're already at the end.
Hungry Child ends after a minute and a few seconds; another laceration from an infernal pit, more furious rounds of all instruments. More screams, more overflowing speed. The painful Crawling settles on less agitated, much more controlled timings; it's the broken sound of Reed that acts as a precise beacon, a guide for his colleagues; over-the-top and monolithic heaviness.
The absurd and irreverent mockery of Ahh Blugh (Milking the Sick Farce) concludes this demonstration of magnetic and tribal strength.
With the advent of the nineties, Corrosion of Conformity lost their social imprint and Hardcore rawness; Southern-Sabbathian-Stoner influences enter the sound in exaggerated doses; they become protagonists of a series of albums that I would score at the top mark.
It's only right to dedicate this writing to the friend in Music Reed...ALBATROSS...
Diabolos Rising 666.
Tracklist and Lyrics
01 Technocracy ()
This ecological atrocity finally
Caves in on itself...perhaps it's
All for the better
Lock your doors and say goodnight
As toxins leach out of sight
We're living in the new age
Of electronic security
Technocracy probable cause
Technocracy bending some laws
Living in fear making something
Of yourself is making fifty grand
A year
The technology that spawned
Our every convenience
Creating more and more poison
Pledge of toxic allegience
Technocracy probable cause
Technocracy bending laws
All American clones
On and on their sermon drones
Rabbit at your career
It goes on all around you
Part of this insanity
Working for the technocracy
Technocracy probable cause
Technocracy bending some laws
There are limits to
Growth on this planet but
There is no limit to your
Green or potential to
Exploit...the end of
Suffering or just an
Eternal scream
02 Hungry Child ()
"Looking for answers?" laughed the hungry child
"Pushing your ansers leave none desired."
The hungry child worships
Spreading their cancer into unscarred brains
Damaged and unoccupied, ready to train
The hungry child worships
Powerfully twisting words he's resisting
god he's resisting
Powerfully screaming "What is life's meaning?
"We have life's meaning"
"Looking for answers?" laughed the hungry child
"Pushing your ansers leave none desired."
The hungry child worships, the hungry child worships
The hungry child...worships NO MORE!
03 Happily Ever After ()
How did I come to become
How did we come to become this way
When we were inseparable
Formula of rituals I have lived
Lost time-resentment
I can't forgive when we were
inseparable
Made a commitment to resentment
You will never forget it
Side by side oblivous protected
Someone to hide behind
Situation of security
Foundation of stability
Happily ever after
I won't but that shit
Happily ever after
Sacrifice my freedom
My precious time
For money and security
For my senile state of time
Look in the future
Save all my money
While life slips away
Slip away unchallenged
Happily ever after
Stagnating ill choking on
A bitter pill something went
Wrong this is not how I am
Supposed to feel there must
Be something seriously wrong
With me I've gone out and
Done all the things that
were supposed to bring me
Harmony still not
Satisfied someone must
Have lied about this
Formula formula of
Rituals I have lived
So busy so involved inyour lie
That I forgot to even try
Only alive to do what's
Prescribed?
Living a sacrifice?
04 Crawling ()
Behind the bars, can't feel the scars
Scars that won't heal wasted potential
Potential vaporization
Incineration of doubt burn away
Sadness tears evaporate
Forget the forgotten consumed
By those who brought them
Reality comes crawling crawling
Reality crawling
The wound has healed but no healed right
It's time to open up to the air of the night
Condescending eyes haunting crawling
In my mind haunting haunting my life
Lying to yourself to dull the pain
Long uried feelings infect you agian
The time has come to exorcise
Disinfect the lies bad spirits arise, arise
Symbolic dreams fo broken chain
Faith-reassurance was your crutch cane
So many things never realized
Stand up to your now before your eyes
In a ceremoney set up in your head
You reckon with forsaken dead
On a judgment hill beneath the moon
You realized you spoke too soon
Crawlin crawling reality crawling
The time has come to exorcise
Disinfect the lies bad spirits arise
What direction wlecomes you?
Which inviting path do you choose
Crawling crawling reality
Crawling...
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