Mikael Bayusik turns away from Emo Black Metal (I say that lovingly) and goes for the throat with crimson eyes of fury. Spinning this now for the first time, and I must say that it's much more aggressive than the mid tempo ballads of despair presented in the trilogy of tattered wrists. Time Bomb (myspace offering) does not give a fair description of the material, (real fawking repetitive track). If you're unfamiliar with this band start with "Final Thoughts", that album is a certifiable masterpiece in the field of black metal. If you have the entire discography up to this point, Homicidal Tendencies has plenty of familiar Tearstained riffs to keep you happy. There's certain moments where he transcends the border in to thrash.
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Greatest Lyrics Ever
Everyday I see the spread
of my pals culture in America
Spreading like a slow disease
Embracing youth like a slave
Their ghettos littered with garbage and trash
Spraypainted streetcorners and barred windows
A generation of pimps, hoods and thieves
my pals or wiggers, both breed like rats
Their culture of thievery and crack
Taking and using and leeching the system
Welfare breeders and streetcorner trash
The only race to sell it's own as slaves
Squash every opportunity, expecting endless charity
I had nothing to do with their ancestor's slavery
Their culture of thievery and crack
Taking and using and leeching the system
The spread of my pals culture
Deteriorates from within
Our cities are polluted with
Human beings not worthy of life
The early slavetraders were African
Selling their own race to Europeans
They kill each other one by one
A confused race with no direction
my pals breed relentlessly
Rats of our soceity
(repeat)
Further input to be offered after repeated listens.
Greatest Lyrics Ever
Everyday I see the spread
of my pals culture in America
Spreading like a slow disease
Embracing youth like a slave
Their ghettos littered with garbage and trash
Spraypainted streetcorners and barred windows
A generation of pimps, hoods and thieves
my pals or wiggers, both breed like rats
Their culture of thievery and crack
Taking and using and leeching the system
Welfare breeders and streetcorner trash
The only race to sell it's own as slaves
Squash every opportunity, expecting endless charity
I had nothing to do with their ancestor's slavery
Their culture of thievery and crack
Taking and using and leeching the system
The spread of my pals culture
Deteriorates from within
Our cities are polluted with
Human beings not worthy of life
The early slavetraders were African
Selling their own race to Europeans
They kill each other one by one
A confused race with no direction
my pals breed relentlessly
Rats of our soceity
(repeat)
