Through the auger
Dancing in the teeth of the vice
Stolen grip
Flesh upon gear
To your daughters
And the hidden ones who make the nails
I can barely lift up my arms
Worn into powder
Forced into gums
Scorch the earth for what had to be done
A line on every tooth into a crest on every bone
A noose to protect my neck
It will work
I'm sure
Circumventor
Great destroyer
Sputtered and died
A line on every tooth into a crest on every bone
This one also took me a while to get into. It strikes me as less HC than Untitled and less poppy than Ultrapop (stupid I know). Let's call this the No Wave record. Its musical (and amusical) density is matching the persistent sound in my head right now. barnaby nygren
The album description mentions an “emotional apex.” That’s really the difference between Stare and the band’s previous albums. Ulcerate was always supremely technically proficient. I just didn’t care all that much. Their growth has come from making music you will feel. Metallurgical Fire