got your name on it
you thought i forgot or maybe i would let it go? dead fucking wrong in case you didn't already know. long after dark casing your place, note weak points best to lie in wait. congratulations, you made the list. stand dead still, check. dressed to kill, check.! a way a will, check.! soon blood will spill. not a question of if, more like a question of when. and to be even more frank, i put that on your next of kin. on sight green lights all near you involved, old timey terrifying test of resolve. it seems clear enough, but in case it came undersold. let me repeat it slow, to you like youre a 5 year old. can't stop won't stop your debt came due. can't stop won't stop gunning for you. call destroyer, and dread. withal doom, upon you descent. deploy the,  sealed fate. to you addressed. got your name on it. you already know i am, all about curses dabble in dark works. i like to get my hands dirty digging in bringing the hurt. hit you really quick or maybe draw out the plot. one way or another gonna fire some shots off.

Got Your Name On It

claws out
tonight i slide or dare i say slither, either way a darkness calls. crawl around through the filth then at will i scale a wall to roam your halls. goddamn i can still smell you in the air a sweet pollution in my lungs. sleep one eye open baby because i lurk hard and here it comes. surge in from the shadows, bathed in backlit moon glow. crude abomination, takes a stab at you. and then the claws come out. wicked is this way in not so rare form, at night where you lay your head. you are prey that i soon take hold, no escape once wings have spread. scream all you want it just adds to satisfaction not that begging or pleading will help. there there now you should be fucking scared, but not as scared as i am of myself. this is kindred vicious chemistry. tear drops drip dramatically. the dark thing it works for me. hide in the shade of the night classic film noir for the black and white masterpiece feels. up a lattice to the edge where the two corners meet posted up for the big reveal. still as a stone hover as you come home how lucky can a gargoyle get? take flight as i spring from the mezzanine to slice through your silhouette.

Claws Out

corruptdead
primitives wade in the tide of the bloodstream, summon ancient rites dark night of the wilding. chant like a hum from the earths core, summon those that who before inhabited horror. triggered  peril proximity. end game new bred animosity. r.n.a. and soil amalgamate, ash turns to bone epidermis regenerates. bow down, all hail the new flesh. chromosomes expand vital organs resuscitate. shells of former lives grow too large to accommodate, and crush mausoleums to rubble. catacombs cave in as coffin lids crumble. ravenous with horde en masse. reanimated hand up through the soil and. predatory embedded d.n.a. free from the grave and into the fray. come the swarm. as a group it moves, corruptdead. a vile hostile occurrence. a mass of once interred insurgents.

Corruptdead

ghost writer
vile incantations and something inside me comes alive, deep from the hollows i avoid. way too close encounter it is clear i am not alone, earworm of the witch just a decoy. would it be ok if we follow you home? you will never even know that they there at all. would it be ok if we float through your walls? so much to see when the beckoning calls. driving parasomnia heaves to a point i am soon swept up, strapped in tight ride the ghost. mild possession enough to curdle cream and kill the crops, unsafe haven from pillar to post. would it be ok if we swallow your soul? take you in and treat you as if one of our own. would it be ok if we possess your skin? invite us in to the hell you call home. close my eyes so tight enough the optics could implode, force my teeth together grind and snap and shatter bone. just so you know, i go where you go. just so you know, not in here alone. boo. we in here, but not alone.

Ghost Writer featuring James Hart

This band is a simple case of five dominant forces in California hard music coming together after 3 decades to press their will and lash out.

The late 80’s and early 90’s saw a reconfiguration of hardcore and punk rock. Bands like A Chorus of Disapproval and Mean Season set to weave a thick fabric of metal into the dangerously threadbare modern punk. Bands like Outspoken and Amendment Eighteen (A.18) set to add emotion, understanding, and poetry to the same time. Those goals and accomplishments were met with such success and pride, so widely documented, that it is now considered the standard; the setting of the bar so to speak.

The knock down to the set up came in the late 90’s and throughout the 2000’s with a harder even more metal influenced new breed of bands. Adamantium and Throwdown led this charge in many aspects. Crushing down-tuned riffs, dance floor friendly breakdowns, set to insightful and intelligent lyrics. The coming of bands like this ushered in a new era of hard. A new caliber of musicianship was born. This new incarnation of hardcore-punk became the giant, standing bravely and protective over the old guard with a fierce confidence.

Fast way forward to 2016 when five members of the various above bands met in a Fountain Valley rehearsal studio to try on a new suit. Isaac Golub, vocals (A Chorus of Disapproval, A.18). Mike Hartsfield, guitar (Outspoken, Strife). Matt Horwitz, drums (Adamantium). Marc Jackson (Throwdown). Brian Manry, guitar (Mean Season). In the span of a couple of hours, the as of yet unnamed rabble had 3 songs in the can. Tight fast driving metal influenced hardcore coupled with dark and desperate well worded poetic threats.

With a feverish intensity, unbridled fury, and a hands dirty hardworking DIY ethic, Dear Furious have picked from the mud a fallen flag and fully intend on running with it.

Dear Furious

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