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Rating: We are at the second release for Misery Index and I can announce that the CD is truly devastating!
Within this band, we find 2 former Dying Fetus members (3 members in total), but the sound is not exactly the same. In fact, the trio aims at a much more direct approach for the entire duration of the CD. No tempo changes, no search for new things, just death combined with grind-core to perfection. Compactness and dynamism.
The vocals are set very well, great guitar work, and I would say an excellent job by the drummer who manages to elevate all the songs of "Retaliate" with an exceptional performance, to say the least. The production highlights the drums more than the other instruments, and everything is very well recorded. An excellent album for all those who want immediate destruction and power without resorting to groups that are musically harder to understand. Unmissable.
Tracklist Lyrics and Videos
03 The Great Depression (02:40)
Storm clouds spreading
Black horizons oil slick the southern sky
What prospects should I gather here to motivate my corpse to rise?
Bloodshot
My eyes reject the staleness of this day
And 'reason' gives purpose for all the pills i have to swallow
Driving
My heart is dead and hollow
Metal boxes racing by
Ringing out the death of my life
Machines buzzing
Towers looming the antithesis of nature
Entering this asphalt tomb- self - interest my prime dictator.
Now that i stand to carry the weight - try to conceive me that it's all for
something?
Now that i stand to carry the weight
I lie to myself...am i living-dead?
Four walls surround me with wires outstretched- the triumph of time over
space
The modus vivendi- each man for himself
Each alone
And each an island
Get me out of this hole somehow...get me out of this hole right now...my
great depression
04 Angst Isst Die Seele Auf (04:16)
Thrust into this competition naked and undone
Back to back
yet divided on our own
Fear breeding fear
exploding pressures on
we're locked away in self-made chains
Run out through the windows and into the streets
terror abounds as each man lives in fear
dread consumes their day
the public is passive
inactive
and lame
lock up the doors and let out the wolves
a fratricidal race
given the chance you'd sit down to eat
yet conciousness is sacrificed
this alter is never short on heads
stare in his eyes
your brother - this man
yet your fear will breed resentment
why can't you say a word?
Zu Hause wie im Krieg,
Waffen und Hass zuhauf
Casualties of human life drift in the crowds
they're standing on the margins - nullified
outside the world keeps turning under the sun
while inside the sould is boiling over
This hate for the other is hate for yourself
the cancer condition
the dead-end ambition
you'll eat yourself alive
submit to the anger
the coming of vengeance
the cult of uncaring
the chaos of living
and face this world alone
the hooks in your mouth now you'll swallow the bait
distorting your vision
you'll drink from their poison
so ripened for this fall
you take from the worst and give up the best
but never forget you're a human being...you breathe
but can you think?
Zu Hause wie im Krieg
Waffen und Hass zuhauf
in den Kopfen nur Furcht
Angst isst die Seele auf
the truth is something made
not something that's found
so burn all inhibitions to the ground
these politics of dread are a hammer to the head
a life of fear is life among the dead...these barriers are built
for us to tear them down.
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