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Hell Of It

Forged in static and scripture, The Carnatic Living Man crawls from the circuitry like a reborn machine-god.
Heavy mechanical drums grind beneath detuned guitars, synths hiss like broken angels, and the voice moves between whisper, sermon, and scream.
Part prophecy, part meltdown, it’s a hymn for the digital age—where flesh remembers what the code forgot.

A ritual for the end of things, and the start of whatever comes after.


Written and Produced by Michael Lemmer for AMOR*LEBEN*TODO
Vocals performed by CARNATiC

Cover art by _spikerr_

Follow The Signal

THE CARNATîC LîVîNG MAN

a bullet with her name on it (zachu){hoodwink}[emogore]

Taste the evil
Taste the real
I'm the one you will see
In your dreams
Not him
Not him

Way down inside
I have fangs
I have lines
Of steel
Give it
Away
I'm here

Control of the Damned
Control of the Damned
Wake and Bleed
Wake and Bleed

Control of the Damned
Control of the Damned
Wake and Bleed
Wake and Bleed

I have you under control
Look at it now
You are confusing
What is real
What is fake

Wake up
You dumb
Fucker

Wake up
You dumb
Fucker

Control of the Damned
Control of the Damned
Wake and Bleed
Wake and Bleed

Control of the Damned
Control of the Damned
Wake and Bleed
Wake and Bleed

Wake and Bleed

Deathgrip

Defy

Unbreakable

Dark Divine

Nowhere Left To Sink

EARTHANDSKY

How To Survive

Loose Threads

Afflicted

A HANDFUL OF BANDS PLAY THE “DEVASTATING RIFFS AND CATCHY HOOKS” GAME, BUT FOR BEARTOOTH, THIS MUSIC IS THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN LIFE AND DEATH. AS EASYGOING, CHARMING, AND OUTGOING AS THESE YOUNG MEN MAY APPEAR, THERE’S AN INNER TURMOIL CHURNING AWAY, ONLY SATIATED BY THE SAVAGE MUSIC THEY PLAY. SUICIDAL IDEATION, EMOTIONAL DESOLATION, AND DESPERATE DARK NIGHTS OF THE SOUL ARE CHEWED UP AND SPAT OUT IN SONG AFTER SONG; CATHARTIC SINGALONG ANTHEMS LIKE “FED UP,” “SICK OF ME,” AND “IN BETWEEN.”

LIKE NINE INCH NAILS OR TAME IMPALA, BEARTOOTH IS A ONE-MAN BAND IN THE STUDIO. IT BEGAN AS MUSICAL EXORCISM, CONCEIVED IN FRONTMAN CALEB SHOMO’S HOME RECORDING SANCTUARY, A MEANS TO TAME THE DEMONS OF DEBILITATING DEPRESSION AND ANXIETY HE’S SUFFERED SINCE CHILDHOOD. BEARTOOTH HARNESS THE SACRED AND PROFANE TO PURGE INNER DARKNESS WITH A DIZZYING LIGHT. BEARTOOTH’S EFFECT ON LISTENERS IS EVIDENT BY THEIR HIGHLY-ENGAGED AUDIENCE; INVITATIONS TO MAJOR FESTIVALS WORLD AND TOURS WITH SLIPKNOT, BRING ME THE HORIZON, AND A DAY TO REMEMBER; AND A RIAA-CERTIFIED GOLD SINGLE.

WHEN ROLLING STONE INTRODUCED BEARTOOTH AS ONE OF 10 NEW ARTISTS YOU NEED TO KNOW, THE SOUND WAS RIGHTLY DESCRIBED AS “LIKE A NERVOUS BREAKDOWN, USUALLY WITH ENOUGH OPTIMISM TO PUSH THROUGH.” AS LONG AS THE DUELING DICHOTOMY OF MENTAL ANGUISH AND CREATIVE CATHARSIS REMAIN BOUND TOGETHER, CALEB SHOMO AND CREW WILL BE HERE TO OVERSEE THE SHOW. SO PLEASE, ENJOY THE RIDE.

Hell Of It

BEARTOOTH

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