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By Design (Reissue)

by Scumpulse

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Helhest
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Helhest The best feeling of all is grasping these bastard's punk and metal energy through their metal music and rough vocals, catchy riffs and powerful blasts. This is your average metal band, for metal lovers, the metal up your ass just for the sake of it and sometimes it breaks the pace just to let some bright ideas breathe. A great band that benefited us with this reissue. Burn those neck muscles by banging your head like there's no tomorrow. Amazing music. Favorite track: Home is Where You Hang Yourself.
Lee Duguid
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Lee Duguid This is taking over my life it's so good.
Anthony
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Anthony Fantastic blackened crusty goodness. Pay some money, turn it up loud and bang your fuckin' head!
Ms. Mansione
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Ms. Mansione I'm afraid this record is going to choke me with razor wire so it can drink my blood. Favorite track: Home is Where You Hang Yourself.
Matthias
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Matthias Holy Moly! There's a lot of hatred dripping and oozing out of my speakers. I just browsed the metal section when the oldschool cover got my attention. I gave the album a try and it got me by the balls. Sounds a bit like a D-beated and well crusted version of the almighty Bolt Thrower. Check it out! Favorite track: Griefer.
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1.
La Mer 05:28
There’s salt in the air and it’s windy There’s a man overboard starboard side The captain puts out a mayday I consume them within my tide My waves are so green they’re like envy My depths are as deep as your sight And if you stare into my darkness All your guilt will come to light The sea is empty, I’ve put it all inside of me And if you turn me inside out I’ll drown this world without a doubt The storm has died down and it’s calm now We lost many men to that wretch Its blackness has never been known Though many men have met its depths We were much further out than we bargained I fear we will never get home As the sea begins to swell up It wants to take us as its own And when I fill up your lungs Infect like pleurisy And when you’ve served your purpose I’ll just leave you in the water. Drowning unable, to keep myself stable This currents abhorrent, it pulls me under I wrap around you and fill up inside you My liquid addicted I can't let you go Many were taken and all were forsaken Lost to a cold that is unforgiving Drowning unable to keep myself stable I take a last breath as she pulls me under
2.
Filled with drugs and hate, I fucking hate this grim estate Social deprivation and financial desperation Rain stained grey walls and a penchant for a drunken fight Nightmares round here are not saved only for the night I. Live. Here. I am becoming, why am I not running? Far. From. Here. This needs addressing, this scheme is depressing They. Smell. Fear. They say there's progression, it's all window dressing I. Live. Here. Filled with piss and scum and scum is what I have become Urban architecture and an anti-social nature Pavements caved in and a park that's filled with broken glass Peoples hopes and dreams reduced to fucking ash This place is, a landfill, It drags you to a standstill Some cunt should, just burn it, I'm fucking sure it's earned it This place is, a landfill, It drags you to a standstill Some cunt should, just burn it, I'm sure it won't be missed
3.
Griefer 04:37
Why can't you see? That I'm happy as a cancer on society You won't rid me, I will eat you with my blackness Candlelit monotony, bathing everything I see You taste so bitter Disease, itching on my skin, burning from within Sir please, forward my wage of sin and let me crawl back in Appease, I've scratched off all my skin and carved in place a grin Disease, still itching with no skin, please let me crawl back in You can't kill me, I consume all your chemotherapy This hate's a sea, I fill my lungs up with its blackness Candlelit monotony, bathing everything I see You taste much better Disease, itching on my skin, burning from within Sir please, forward my wage of sin and let me crawl back in Appease, I've scratched off all my skin and carved in place a grin Disease, still itching with no skin, please let me crawl back in Inhale, my lungs contracted, each breath I take feels extracted Inhale, my lungs contracted, each breath I take feels exacted
4.
By Design 05:16
Clay sets to rock, rock doesn't move, it has nothing to prove I can't rewind clocks and rust starts to suit me Hardline / Design We are the bones of tomorrow, decaying and hollow We all end up where we belong We are the roots that will follow, provide for tomorrow Rewind, mistimed, why grind Your hours for someone else? Your times worth more than all their wealth Hardline, by design They set their clock, when will they learn? It never returns I cant find my flock, there's safety in numbers Let the streets burn So far from god, but you wandered there willing The fare's in my eyes, closed with two shillings
5.
Mea Culpa 05:45
We have a strength of numbers, we have a say We have the ways and means to not become their prey We have an obligation and above all If we don't push against it, nothing ever falls A wealth of stitches Means far less riches Embrace the ending Renounce the mending A secret code of conduct, dictates our day Make them work much longer, for much less pay Instead of realising, we're led astray We all just take the soma, it fucking drifts away A wealth of stitches Means far less riches Embrace the ending Renounce the mending Misinformation feeds you Fat proletariat And if I tore your guts out The lies would spill like blood
6.
Changed his name at thirteen from Gideon to George That fuckin Tory wanker Likes getting smacked by whores GEORGE OSBOURNE – FUCK YOU He thinks he fucking solid With his austerity cuts If he came to our gig I’d cut that cunt to fuck GEORGE OSBOURNE – FUCK YOU “Choose the future” what a load of fucking pish Fucking rich scumbag Tell that to starving kids GEORGE OSBOURNE – FUCK YOU
7.
Fuck the Union... Revolution! Food banks, poll tax, mass unemployment And you wanna buy into more lies? Privatisation of public assets I want the lies stopped Fuck the union! Revolution! Austerity and inequality Ruled by the unelected Minimal wages, child poverty It's time for a new order Fuck the union! Revolution!
8.
Buried beneath the mountains of frost Years of silent sorrow grim and dark My winterwings of evil sleep in eternal nights In deaths cold crypts of snow The moon chimed my return With the blackstorms I came And not with the winds Northern darkness marches through the coldest night I can't resist the taste of the wintermoon I split my tongue for the taste of these winds And bathe my eyes in its grace Frost and winter returns to my eyes The call of the wintermoon In the grey mist of deaths horizon My wintermoon of evil sleeps In deaths cold crypts of snow Buried beneath the mountains of frost Years of silent sorrow grim and dark Into eternal nights Hearing the call of the wintermoon. I can't resist the taste of the winds of the moon I split my tongue for the taste these winds And bathe my eyes in its grace Frost and winter returns to my eyes The call of the wintermoon In the darkness rides... The moon will not forget, ever... Hearing the call of the Wintermoon.

credits

released January 29, 2015

Ross Necro - Guitar / Vocals
Magneto Tait - Lead Guitar
Matt Dean - Bass / Backing Vocals
Andrew Tactus - Drums


Music by Ross
Words by Matt
Recorded, mixed & mastered by Andrew


Tracks 1-5 recorded DiY at The Black Cave, Edinburgh, 2014
Tracks 6-8 recorded in late 2014 / early 2015


Thanks go out to Andy Willis for the photos, Beej and Gayle, Greg Chaos, Mazey, the Werewolves boys, the gig promoters, bands we've played with and the folk that came to the shows and supported us!



Original EP reviewed at:
Bone Yard: www.bone-yard.co.uk/scottish-music/scumpulse-by-design-ep-review/
Blog of Putrefication: blogofputrefaction.com/2014/07/01/record-review-scumpulse-by-design/
Onemetal: www.onemetal.com/2014/06/19/scumpulse-by-design/

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