Fire and Fury

Recorded in 2008 a mix of old and new songs

East Coast Oi-core .........Sick of Society formed in 1998 originally to play music we all loved and have fun. As time passed the band progressed and realized the music scene was missing something, we wanted to produce something original, so initially jamming out Oi tunes, heavily influenced by all music and Old school Hardcore we felt a new style could spawn. So we introduced Hardcore to our music and thus became an Oi-core band, new, original, in your face, raw and true. Before standing strong with our current foundation, We have gone threw many, many, many members throughout the years Each have contributed to what we are today. SOS has played with & support numerous great bands & Causes, progressed into something even the devil himself wouldn't approve of, spitting the truth in your face, weather you like it or not, we sing about real issues, hard times & life with a passion, yes we're still kickin it till this day....you wanna know more, you'll hear the music. Oi!!!

Unknown Album (7/31/2008 10:24:55 PM)

Sick of Society - Not My Friend

Given the positive reception, i will develop this and do more stuff like this.
Video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pCySi3aTjVI


Have you ever wondered what Tiny Moving Parts would sound like if they went shoegaze? Or whether they'd be called "Tiny Moving Valentine" or "My Bloody Parts"

I know it keeps me up at night.
While we many never know what the Minnesota family band would call this hypothetical musical concoction, I decided to create a demo of what that could sound like.

Here is "Sublime Alibi" aka my first attempt in Mathgaze
Enjoy! Also learning to play and sing this simultaneously while bouncing took way more time to get just passable than I thought.

Lyrics (which i sort of just made up while recording):

Take me back 
To the first time you used that line
Your alibi's sublime
An expertise that's so refined

Can you count to ten?
But you gotta start at yellow
That really makes no sense
Like everything you prove to me

Mask your true perception
Bypass this arrangement 
Delay this estrangement 
Social Misconception

Sublime Alibi [Mathgaze 01]

Recorded by Marcos Delgado at MicroMega Recording Studio in Austin,Texas April-June 2020.  All songs written by Marcos Delgado except 'The Iliac Crest' written by Marcos Delgado and Daniel Dietrick. Drums, Guitar, Bass and Vocals by Marcos Delgado & Guitar by Daniel Dietrick.   No samples, digital tuning or time correction were used in this production. Mastered to tape by Charles Blood at MicroMega Austin. Additional vocals by Cohen Delgado. Album artwork by @bosssdog. Order shirts at SkyAcreBand.Com

Guard Donkey

little bit of crush

Tone Deaf and Slightly Dyslexic 

welp fuck it

Lyrics
Another day of isolation
Another day where I'm stuck at home
Surrounded by familiar faces
So why do I feel so alone
Lately I feel like I'm trapped inside a void
All while the world around me is losing color
I wish that I'd been born with a different mind
Without the pain I'm living under

I don't feel better now
I barely have the strength to stand
I thought that I had so much time
I couldn't see the hourglass sand
I don't know if I've moved on
It's so crowded in my head
I haven't felt for so long
I think I've learned the difference between feeling numb and being dead

I look for things that aren't there
I feel so socially drained
I push away those who care
Am I the problem that needs to change
I think I need to change
Hold my emotions 'til it's too late to hide them
And feel disgusted as I bathe in the silence
I'm breaking down
I'm breaking down

I don't feel better now
I barely have the strength to stand
I thought that I had so much time
I couldn't see the hourglass sand
I don't know if I've moved on
It's so crowded in my head
I haven't felt for so long
I think I've learned the difference between feeling numb and being dead

The Difference Between Feeling Numb And Being Dead

I remember every action and each word with such lucidity;
my intentions weren't hidden, outspoken, no emotions were concealed.

I wanted to have it all, at all times,
destroy the things I despise,
like or want to be a part.
Then get bored, let it fall apart.

Not only do I hear voices, in my head I conversate with them.
These demons are so talkative but at least they make sense.

Rabid desire, nothing is enough for this poor sick mind...
Alcohol is fine, don't need pills, just some shots for these friends of mine.

Trial and error? More like trail of terror 
Bad luck or/bad news I'm the bearer
No mistakes were made on this endeavor 
That's fueled by rage, self loath 'n depression 

Wanna hang out? from the ceiling down?
Slash your wrists from dusk 'til dawn?
Drink your penance 'til your liver's gone?
Like an undead writing a suicide note.

Only those who are dead inside,
can survive this so called life,
RIP a part of my so cold heart,
Mend your wounds and disregard.

The end is nigh I can feel the void getting filled with angst.
I'm getting high off the thought of leaving all this burden behind.

I can see the reaper right in front of me, quit stalling you bitch.
I don't know what it is waiting, it's so frustrating... can you please do your thing!?

I might be a lost cause, but i know exactly where I'm going to go:
a Wooden box, not by choice, fire below me n some dirt above.

Get a cleanse, lit a candle, throw some salt, to get me out of your head.
I'm finally dead. Stop wXndering from faith to fate

Core

Recorded, mixed & mastered by Pavlo Sokalskii (@pasha.sokalskii) at Falcon Studios during August 2020;
Album cover by Oleksandra Lavryniuk (@Sanchousas);
Guitars, vox, bass - Teimur Magerramov (@namashd);
Drums, guitars, production - Kirill Kuznecov (@kkchains);
Backing vox for track 2 -  Dima Yandulski (@dima.yandulski).
From the darkest of places - to you
Enjoy!

Welcome To Despairland

Redneck Orgy

Soundbites from GG Allin's Last Interview

Smoke ICE ((Debauchery))

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little bit of crush

canalss