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As a great admirer of the New Orleans metal/hardcore scene, I couldn't resist the opportunity to talk about this, call it a project or whatever you want, by Phil Anselmo.
Assisted by the one who built the sludge core, brick by brick, Jimmy Bower (EyeHateGod, Down, Coc, Mystick Krewe of Clearlight, etc.), the good Phil shares the role of axeman in the recordings of "Use Once And Destroy" from 2002, preceded by demos of pure underground origin dating back to 1996/1997 with all the tracks that we will hear on the aforementioned CD and others on the following "A Lethal Dose Of American Hatred". In this first chapter of SJR, Anselmo serves us his passion for old school punk/hardcore on a silver platter, the aggressiveness of simple, raw, and direct riffs and with (once again) a great lineup behind him, Hank Williams III on bass and Joe Fazzio on drums, offering us an honest punch in the stomach.
Paranoid melodies and doomy slowdowns, hardcore outbursts bordering on black, more rhythmic parts, all backing the incredible screaming of the massive singer who delivers an inhuman performance. Those looking for some resemblance to Pantera or Down (which have existed since '92 or before, so don't call them P. Anselmo's new band!) are mistaken, plus it's interesting that the album came out right when tons of cookie-cutter mainstream metal and hardcore bands were sprouting like mushrooms... The Superjoint with no pretensions, did dig into their roots, but created something absolutely personal, in sound, etc., while maintaining the unchanged underground spirit. The album flows, carrying with it angst, violence, drugs, blood, delirium, and abuse that will be the soundtrack of this SUPERJOINT RITUAL.
It starts with the bone-crushing intro "Oblivious Maximus", going through songs that will become classics like "The Alcoholik" and "Fuck Your Enemy", the band's impressive impetuosity is striking. "4 Songs" increases our desire for destruction, here all the devastating components typical of their offering come out, leaving the listener stunned by hardcore outbursts, Sabbath-like riffs, and others more "sick". The album could very well end here, but no, it continues with three songs "Messages", "All Of Our Lives Will Get Tried" and the bomb "Antifaith"; the acidic and sharp guitars with Anselmo's lyrics daze us more and more... it's time for the dark "Ozena", with its bluesy and thrashy pace, the artistic pinnacle of this CD.
The group's energy, as if it were a live performance, doesn't wane, so the last part of the album kicks off with "Drug Your Love", "Haunted Hated", "Stupid Stupid Man", "Creepy Crawl" already known for its version in the soundtrack of the film The Manson Family and the anxious and paranoid "Superjoint Ritual"... and still, there's room for bonus tracks, utterly rough demo versions of some songs that will be part of "A Lethal Dose Of....".
Tracklist Lyrics Samples and Videos
02 It Takes No Guts (02:06)
There is no bright relation
Refry this shitty life
Can you find it? Can you feel it?
Can you hide it? Can you fake it?
The promise of piss is here
And I've dug the filthy dredge
Can you find it? Can you feel it?
Can you hide it? Can you fake it?
There is no grace in waiting
There's only bastard baiting
Can you find it? Can you feel it?
Can you hide it? Can you fake it?
Raped by your father, were you hurt there?
Were you horny? Were you horrified?
They were the first to rev-up
They were the last to ride
Can you find it? Can you feel it?
Can you hide it? Can you fake it?
Taken by a blood relation
Take that, love that
Given inches, given fortitude
Take that, love that
Crying eyes, a man of forty
Take that, love that
Taken back there day to day
I feel, extreme. Amped up
Kill the guilty
03 Everyone Hates Everyone (03:49)
Mind is a freeze
From me
From you
From shock
There is no sanctuary
You want to do this right now
Your blank look tells me
You're not too thrilled at all
To stand here face to face with me
You want to stab at me right now
Not tomorrow
'Cause there's a fine line
Between me and them
Call it a rift
I can't look you in the eye
Without just crying/laughing
I speak with death-threat tone
You and yours want to make a name
Pack it up and move on
Right now
Not tomorrow
'Cause there's a fine line
Between me and them...
Call it a...
I will decide
There's pressure
Revolving
Absorbing
Unloading
Depreciated
Step on the foot of excelcier
A net in the womb of the aftermath
The problem ahead is that fine line
That keeps us apart
A fence there in the middle
Keeps us apart again
04 The Introvert (03:46)
Leave well enough alone
Annihilate the telephone
Be what only you can see
A curious and odd belief
Meant to walk the crooked mile
Never blink, Never smile
Sees itself in nothing much
A skeletal emotion push
Unrising, Slumped over
The dank seasons, Are controlling
Leave well enough alone
Annihilate the telephone
Be what only you can see
A curious and odd belief
Meant to walk the crooked mile
Never blink, Never smile
Sees itself in nothing much
A skeletal emotion push
Unrising, Slumped over
The dank seasons, Are controlling
The dropping ladder of crucifixion
Of crooked eyes, one green, one blue
A Mongolion gaze
Unrising, Slumped over
The dank seasons, Are controlling
A "never had", a "never will"
In the syringe being pushed through
The leverage that pulls it over
Is dropping into the moat
Drowning on a sinking boat
The pressure brings it up, then down
05 The Alcoholik (02:30)
Pick up and shake in the wind
Shed your resource and keep it down
Trashed
Don't make it right
Don't move it in
Put in the mouth
And swallowed whole
Smashed
(It makes all the sense to me;And
could it make any sense to you?
Let it ride)
Because there ain't no winning
this one right
Try to facilitate
Whine in restoration blewn
Blow through the prime of life
Numb all the senses down
Project your fear of heights
Onto untraveled ground
Fry and halucinate
Pry and investigate
Blow through the prime of life
Numb all the senses down
Project your fear of heights
Onto untraveled ground
Pitfalls of grief
On all that displayed for the"ground out"
Prophetically speaking
The wilted unformulated
06 Fuck Your Enemy (01:40)
Where were you?
When it was in me?
A hollow paw, A quiet stare
Drain it slowly
The flow of birth
Eat the after
And satiate the claw
Rise
The dumb ones rise
To salute the queer
Another dreary
People fearing
Dick the system
Screw the city
Forget you were,Forget you were
DIE WHEN YOU CAN DO NO MORE DAMAGE
09 All of Our Lives Will Get Tried (03:21)
Sweet spoon pussy, working your tongue
In a circular motion
Tie it off, cause it will bleed
There is no sound in here
A dim bulb swinging slowly
As I'm looking down, it's my life that gets tested
As I said before, it's me hanging inside the whipping cell
The brightness surrounds us in spite of Hell
All our lives will get tried
Sugar cut eighty-eight percent, doggy style pin prick
Seventies bush, eighties bald
There is no sound in here
A dim bulb swinging slowly
There went my precious self
Last chance to see where prayer will lead you...
As I'm looking down, it's my life that gets tested
As I said before, it's me hanging inside the whipping cell
The brightness surrounds us in spite of Hell
All our lives will get tried
Test it, study it
Think about it when you're lying in a ditch
10 Antifaith (02:14)
Through the beyond
The brain that creeps compulsion
Unrash decision
A battle pitched with lyric
Bastard world is swallowing
and harvesting
A dense generation that's doomed
to repeat over and over
Dischord, Fear, Psychosis,
Then the grave
Antifaith
A legion in the cerebellum
Kill the senses
Dream of guilt
a blatant fraud
Abominations will maximize
both death and danger
Dischord, Fear, Psychosis,
then genocide
At one time
Try it again and again
A grizzled dawn
Execution
Your flesh at one with the dirt
No dead king
No veil of martyrs
Just red, raw and gone...
11 Ozena (03:56)
She's crap, she's scum - related to the gutter
She never looks behind her, for there sleeps ashen past
[chorus]
But it feels good, just like the way it should
The cord burns on and on and on and on...
Her mouth hangs wrong, cateract coloured eyes
She smells like gone from the give-up
[chorus]
But it feels good, just like the way it should
The cord burns on and on and on and on...
Ozena
Sex was meant to kill you
Lisp like a little kid, through split tongue seizures
sucking air sounds prevelent, it's a rebirth...
[chorus]
But it feels good, just like the way it should
The cord burns on and on and on and on...
Ozena
Sex was meant to kill you
15 Creepy Crawl (01:54)
Countless hours
Turning into
Countless days
A doubtful outlook
Digging from my grave
That's my home actually
Sick and angry for no reason
Falling into Manson's thrall
Charlie's stare
Can draw you in
A god reborn?
A total clown?
Now the truth
A five-six joke?
Or was he the one?
I can't change the exposed truth
God is gone
And never was
Never will
Never has been
Thoughts provoke
A disgusting sight
If this is real?
Or a chemical lift?
Digging from my grave
That's my home actually
Sick and angry for no reason
Falling into Manson's thrall
Charlie's stare
Can draw you in
A god reborn?
A total clown?
Now the truth
A five-six joke?
Or was he the one?
I can't change the exposed truth
God is gone
And never was
Never will
Never has been
16 Superjoint Ritual (06:34)
There is no pill, peice, puzzle, solution
Pulse, reaction, inhilation, exhale, gag
Fall out, retarding, pussyhole theory
You fucking dumb fuck
Get killed
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