Everything is beautiful and everywhere hurts. 
Everyone's a victim. 
Everything is boring.

DAVID BORING’s debut studio album is titled “Unnatural Objects and Their Humans”. Structured to tell a sequence of stories representing the oppressed young humans in this slowly decaying modern world, The album builds on three main arcs - “The Machine”, “Unnatural Objects” and “Their Humans”.

“The Machine” is the womb that breeds, governs and drives the dystopia that slowly takes form. The womb provides.
“Unnatural objects” denotes the normalized absurdities that blossomed under a cheerfully toxic environment.
“Their Humans” looks dispassionately at a series of (objectified) protagonists and their futile attempts to survive.

The three arcs intertwine to form a 12-act piece that paints a violently nihilistic picture, mapping the band's intricate psyche in response to the gentle malice of the modern world.

The album is presented in the form of a hardcover booklet, meticulously put together by the band themselves. Filled with graphical keynotes and texts, it serves as a manual that narrates and amplifies the band's controlled insanity.
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Out now and available at:
>> Hong Kong outlets
Zoo Records / White Noise Records / Kubrick

>> Digital + International purchase
https://davidboring.bandcamp.com/

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Music by DAVID BORING
Produced by DAVID BORING
Recorded and mixed by Jay Tse @ Life Was All Silence
Mastered by Garrett Haines (Treelady Studio, Pittsburg, PA)

Track list：
1. Chapter 0
2. Smog
3. Brian Emo
4. Machine#1
5. Loosefuck
6. Men
7. Machine#2
8. Susie Exciting
9. I Can’t
10. Another Soul
11. Suicide Pop
12. Newborn Porn

Unnatural Objects and Their Humans

Song written by Jabin Law

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Take me to the borderline
Where the grass won't grow and the sun don't shine
See how the ocean waves
Like how friends come and go

And at any good time 
You can say goodbye
I won't even realize
How much you are sacrificed
for me

Your sacred lies and
sympathy
Save your breath for me
My last surge of energy
is to wake up
Wake up

The silence disturbs my ears
Loneliness replaces my fear
I think I need to walk outside
Have a seat and drink my coffee

Is this the only chance I can really try
To undress all my disguise
To rewind my good old time?
Tell me



Your Sacred Lies And Sympathy

Tesseract

Warehouse "Omission" Official Single

＜渠種花＞

啦...穢髒污衊 
啦...意外 
啦...痛楚宿命 
啦...種孽

從邋遢搾取養分 何處逃
窮茁壯氣息冷淡 無日照污濁花卉

從邋遢抓緊搏脈 無退路
窮茁壯血色黯淡 無日照濁世寄居

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渠種花

红湖的水啊
他午饭的碗
山间的哨子
我喘不过的喘

房前的鱼塘
他明天又要干
挑来的水呀
还是送还天

中环的楼啊
规整你的脸
海上的汽笛
还以为都是烟

窗外的坟场
他散落日和晚
也看着这山脚
公屋又一间

一二三三
一二三三
一二三三
一二三

佝偻的脊梁
湾仔洗着碗
一次性餐盒
环保再擦干

他脸上的皮肉
堆出一张脸
撕下来贴给自己
再来一张脸

额顶的沟渠
干涸七十年
撕裂的指纹
睁开眼不见

岁岁又年年
抱着一样的碗
种着发霉的粮食
贴补新一天

一二三三
一二三三
一二三三
一二三

劳动耗子

HUM MANI BO LOR MI (2015 demo)

The studio version of our song "Titled Untitled", part of the coming EP "Un/titled" by Emptybottles., a Hong Kong based emo/math band.

Recorded at Little Bay Studio, Summer 2014.
Recorded and mixed by Wilmer Chan.
Produced by Wilmer Chan and Emptybottles...
Mastered by Jay Tse. 
Written, arranged by Emptybottles..

Titled Untitled

DIS (DEMO)

I know the world is supposed to end
And at one point we will all burn to our roots 
But why is it taking so long
I've got a million things I can regret upon
					
(Pour your life into an endless void 
you think you have a soul?) 			
					
Shards of crystals 
Slice into your eyes 
You're buried in concrete 
As they multiply
					
Greasy ocean, acid sky 
Fueled upon your glowing lies (Let there be light) 	
				
Now stop 
And look upon the world (Let there be life) 

Remains of what will never last 
Remind you of a better past 
Satisfy more petty needs
With pornographic speed
		
And the story goes: (MACHINE MARCHING) 
				
Now you kneel and shiver 
				
Noticed there's a crack and at first you're blind 
When the crack grows bigger you block it with lies 
Now the crack is leaking and it hurts your pride
But when it's no longer a crack it's your time to die 
(Will we be fine?) 

Enjoy the sour wind caress your skin 
Black and blue and pink and yellow 
It's the blend of waste that fuels your tomorrow 
Pumping toxic out, disappear from sight
But they soon become what you breath and swallow 
Swallow! (Will we be fine?) 
								
You set off a fire to clear what's going in your way 
but your creations lost patience 
its soon your time to pay
(It won't be fine) 

Escalate your lie
try to buy yourself precious time 
on a ball of dying rock 
pointlessly fall through space 

You escalate your lie
try to buy yourself precious time 
on a ball of dying rock 
pointlessly slide through time
					
Return your debt
Surrender your life
The great fire burn
The great flood drown
Your glory your gold your future your hopes 
no more than fragments in the ground
					
You can wish for a miracle
(What were young are now growing old) 
You can find more ways to pass the time 
(Your running blood is growing cold) 
But the end is near its our fault my dear 
(Your blood grows cold)
Now you're desperately trying to rewind 
(Your blood grows cold)

Machine#2

Curse me with your sour logic 
Bathe me in your dirty gaze
Throw at me your rotten wisdom
Celebrate your dying grace
Angry at a growing promise
Worry that you’re left behind
Jealous of a brighter future
Bitter pride to your own kind
Staring at your thinning hair
Wondering why they do not care
Half your life you’re a sad disgrace and 
Now you see yourself as the master race

I like the way you vote for lies
I like how you have rapey eyes
I like the way you take the creds
While I pay for your fucking meds
I like the way you think you rule
I like you hating all I do
I like the fact you will be dead
and fade and rot and nameless very soon

(Flaunt your bad brain
Flaunt your bad teeth
Flaunt your bad taste
Flaunt your bad breath)

Spitting fire
Spreading hate
Encourage corruption!
Encourage corruption!

Loosefuck

Nothing ever happens and it was boring

You paint your face to hide your sorrow
Embrace yet another tomorrow

Flower dies
Planes fall off the sky
Children lie
You make your only love cry

Unwilling piece of art
we fall into an 
Unwilling piece of art
we work for an
Unwilling piece of art
they push me to an
Unwilling piece of art
we end up in a

Nothing ever happens and it was boring

Unwilling piece of art
we fall into an 
Unwilling piece of art
we work for an
Unwilling piece of art
they push me to an
Unwilling piece of art
we end up in a?

You paint your face to hide your sorrow
Embrace yet another tomorrow

It takes cowardice to push on through this game
It takes madness to stay sane

Machine#1

I
Brian walks home and cries into a pillow
Boiling in anger then softening in sorrow
Waking up next day carry on with fear
Shuffling along in the whiteness of evil

He was told that hope would keep him sane
But its hope that gives him all the pain
There are screams you hear and screams you don’t
The world is quiet but it isn’t kind
They push for an answer but the question is blind

And as an instinct to survive
He finds a new way to exist
The more poison pours out from his wounds
The brighter he shines
Until all his cuts become unstoppable fountains
Pouring out not pain but immense pleasure
He’s become one of his kind

II
You created me
out of confusion, raw panic, disease-ridden thoughts
I'm born out of fear and loathing

I had been here, a small part of you
Vulnerable like a balled up infant
But now I’m growing stronger
and stronger
and stronger

I am the knife you swing 
I am the screams you cry
I am the blood you shed
I am what helps you survive

I’m in the drugs you take
I’m in the pain you feel
I’m in the air you breathe
I am what keeps you alive

I am invisible
I am undeniable
I am uncontrollable
I am inside, inside!

I am not one of them
I will be all of them
I will be everywhere
I will spread like a fire

to end your torture to earn your life
Run! Run! Run!

It’s burning up your legs, your thighs, your chest,
your head, your hair, your face, your whole-
consume me!

III
Sickly sweet toxic all pouring out of my system
Deformed, unusual, tragic, alive

I warned you about what I could do to you
I warned you about what I could do

I am free from the alien loneliness
I am free from your endless prejudice
I am free from unwanted affections
I am free from a crooked box you called family
I am free

Brian Emo

Are we there yet? 
No 

What’s the day 
What’s the time 

Deadly silence 
Smokey skies 

Hell broke loose 
The crowd goes wild 

Waxy faces 
Eyes grow wide 

His body is his armour 
So frail and so thin 
They push and shove and beat and poke but still they cannot win 


(I’ll rip you to pieces) You break my fingers 
(You rip me to pieces) You break my bones 
(I’ll rip you to pieces) You pull the trigger 
(You rip me to pieces) Our dear protector 

(I’ll rip you to pieces) Your ugly grimace 
(You rip me to pieces) Your evil sneer 
(I’ll rip you to pieces) We flirt with madness 
(You rip me to pieces) The end is near 
 

There's no hope  No redemption 
(Crack my skull)
Mother please don't cry 
There's is a better world for us out there 
Can you see it? Or is it just me? 
(And you'll be pleased)

A vague sense of unease that the gruesome climax of my life 
(Crack my skull)
Was being rehearsed years in advance 
(In the name of peace)

Be my friend walk me out of this plight 
(Crack my skull)
Walking along the sea I see the tents and the people they're all
They're all smiling at me 
(And I'm released)

Out of nowhere we became the traitor 
(Crack my skull)
This is an army with no clear leader 
(And make me the beast)

Smog

This is not about being wild
or breaking free
or rebelling
Or searching for redemptions for the humanity
This is about a heavy compromise

To a world that is slowly dying
To an unsustainable future
To all the goodness we fake
To all the values we pretend to believe
Juggling life with an assembled form of dream
Juggling guilt with pleasure
Killing animals without dirtying your hands
Committing crime without the heinous consequences
Cooking in intervals of heat and artificial air we pump into our surroundings
Manufacturing sugary falsehood to make our life seem more worthwhile
Slowly coming to terms to a reality we are too weak and distracted to change
Bathing in a hedonistic joy
watching as the world’s destroyed

This is not a healthy world
This is not a healthy world
This is not

Chapter 0

“The Beautiful is that which is well-formed and aesthetically pleasing, whereas the Sublime is that which has the power to compel and destroy us. The preference for the Sublime over the Beautiful drove us to create what sometimes feels out of place. The preference for the Sublime over the Beautiful was what compelled us to extreme emotions that are not commonly desirable; fear, anxiety, deep despair, confinement, mania, exhaustion, lunacy.

Our existence did not come from popular demand and nor the nature of our work will be."


Formed in 2013, Hong Kong, David Boring is named after the unlikely hero from Daniel Clowes's cult classic graphic novel. Signatured with their dirty, experimental noise, male-female interlacing dialogues and the enigmatically cathartic live performances, DB experiments in ways that both confront and empathise with the modern world, revealing a dark, claustrophobic world that either excites or traumatises. Since the release of their debut album in 2017, DB went from being an underground cult favourite, to exploding into the international radar. The band's bold and unique appeal drew the attention of international critics, music lovers, and the cultural crowd.


DAVID BORING is Laujan (vocal), Jason Cheung (guitar, vocal), Jonathan Yang (bass), Kit Yip (guitar), and Underdog (drums).

Machine#2

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