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Dmitrij (amnesiacphlgm) These guys go out with a bang. Hope that the hiatus will be temporary, in any case, all the best to them! Feels like a very coherent album, a more than worthy successor to The Unexamined Life and There Is No Neutral. Favorite track: Words in The Black Lodge.
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released September 12, 2014

Recorded by Kevin Antreassian @ Backroom Studios in Rockaway, NJ in June 2014.
Mixed and Mastered by Kevin Antreassian and Scot Moriarty
Artwork by Matthew Wallenstein
This release is a split effort from Middle-Man Records, Square of Opposition Records, and Hydrogen Man Records.



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Eric Mauro - Guitar, Vocals
Rob Ross - Guitar, Vocals
Chris Flynn - Drums
Tom Schlatter - Bass, Vocals

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Track Name: Watchmaker
How can we let assertions run free based on fallacies? The burden of proof. Who made this watchmaker? When did understanding ourselves become a deadweight? Reconcile with living in a pocket of ignorance.
Track Name: Splitting The Breast
Cringing at the sound while listening to the rants. You're just alienating others. Misogynistic mindsets and soap box anxiety on center stage. Ratios in attendance speak louder than words and flexing aggression shows instability. While driving a wedge right down the middle. Catharsis in ignorance. Rolling in our eyes with faces in our hands when did this become a fucking boys club?
Track Name: The Statue
Born in the image of magazines and commercials. Now all control is lost in the charade. Can't see out of the darkness.
Track Name: Show of Hands
Lack of care
Lack of motivation
It's just easier this way
We're all saying the same thing
The blind eye follows the leader down the narrow path
But will it ever be enough?
Track Name: Empire In Decay
When the workers became the consumers and relied on finite resources to fuel their fires. Piece by piece, decay.
Track Name: Animatic
Shrugging off disaster is now common practice. Scratching our heads with the answers at our feet. Tragedy wields impassivity wields complacency wields normalcy. Semi-automatic apathy. We’re just simply pulling the trigger. There’s no scapegoat. We’ve accepted that human life is disposable.
Track Name: Bumper Sticker Education
Frame the sketch where you're the victim in a ploy to maintain the status quo. This is not your cry for your freedom, this is your move at legislation. The tide is turning. Overcome with fear at a world without your unfounded moral schizophrenia.
Track Name: Family Future
Downward movement. Environment will rust, economy will seize. You want to bring a life into this mess, this death? The fantasy world is peeling back. Now their destiny is to inherit our failure.
Track Name: Personal Constructs
These walls have been constructed of materials, unbreakable. How could you put this pressure on me?
Track Name: Words in The Black Lodge
We will return to this moment again. Lives we've lived
we've lived before. The linear dimension fades.The
weight of this will crush us all. Go pass through the
fields of time
Track Name: What's a Rerun?
A promised land brought to you by a range of bullets and apartheid. History repeat, oppression replay. Once again the ugly face of a fostered nationalism. God and country resulting in death, only to start again.
Track Name: Elycroft
We don’t realize everything is written in ink. Letting go with every post leaving us with crooked thumbs. These were better left to memory. Tools become what they were never meant to be. These tools became a crutch. Moments better left to memory.
Track Name: The Pink Nose
Maybe I could have been the father of that child and be neck deep in all that drama, but optimism and realism are two very different things. I sleep well now, the best that I ever have. A happy ending is just the difference between knowing what works and what doesn't.