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i Guarantee it You Will Be Kissed

Don't Wake Me Up

Tonight There'll Be Clouds

better late than Ether

the smoke rose from my lounges, as it had a thousand times before. they surrounded me and watched as the house caved in, killing everything inside. 
the remains were left untouched until they put it's head on display.  A poem was left of schoolyard bullies growing into polticians, principals, and cops that at any chance rubbed their palm down our faces and shoved their fingers down our throats. 
We told them we were breathing carbon, to please not sing along. you all did and for that its forever, the damage that we caused is permanent.
the men left and their childeren played by themselves as their mothers struggled to be two things at once. Nothing could compare to the effort of a butterfly

let me drown in the sunlight
if i jump off would I fly

Stare back, scrape the wall 
watch my head crack when i lean back and fall
sigh away, take away saturday
we all want someone to blame

you ate my brain despite the mold. I wasn't told of how you left but only why you did. I would ask how it felt to be free once more but I can't seem to find where you are.
I'm glad your dead to me. Are you worth any amount of thoughts I've given you. you have them. I always ask is this nose mine or yours.
I'm my worst because of you,  yet I drip saliva into this bucket. stretch marks scratch the surface of a never ending acne soul and I wanted to be free
yet I am contained. And for that I cry, not from pain but from shame. I scream a million times, but I like it.

let me drown in the sunlight
if i jump off would i fly

Stare back, punch the wall 
watch my head crack when i lean back and fall
sigh away, take away saturday
we all want someone to blame


its a fantasy
that youre real to me
Its a reality
that I have something better

you dont want me, i dont want me, you dont want me
i dont want me, you dont want me, i dont want me


you dont want me, you dont want me 
I dont want you, I dont want you
you dont want me, you dont want me
i dont want you, i dont want you

ILLGETÍMO

The Ballad of No One Cares

Born of vomit
Forged by sickness
Bathed with greed
Cleansed with hate
Degradative baptism
By church and state
Clawing my way, gasping and wheezing
Out from the sewers of organic sludge
Light burns my eyes as I gaze above
Stripped of my worth, never succeeding
Confined to my knees bowing to crud
Crushed and abused I've lost myself love
Imprisoned by flesh, a shack not a temple
Worn out by sorrow ugly deformed
Life is based on nothing but scorn
Having no meaning, socially impudent
My love is outside the cultural norm
Caressed by the vomit from which I was born
Drowning...
Drowning in despair
Baptismal fluids
Begin to crust
I am a plague, spawning infecting
Contagious and virulent against the machine
Cursing a life god gave to me
People like me defying your system
Pushing us down so that we all lose
There's more of us than there are of you!!!
Stripped...of...my...worth

#crust #grind #OC

Carcinogen - Socially Impudent

Feed us your lies
Fatten us with corporate shit
Fuck us to death
For your profit
Enslave our minds
Force us to convey your thoughts
You make me sick
I can't be bought
Trust...Respect
Unity...Smashed by shitbreath
Use us
Use us for profit
Divide
Divide to conquer
Fuck us
Fuck us for your wealth
Greed lust
Greed lust kills us

Chorus:
Nothing sacred, twist our feelings
Business first, we need the cash
You forget your floors my ceiling
You deserve to sleep in trash
Rip off others with your dealings
Manipulating human greed
Won't support greed or deceiving 
Fuck this selfish industry

No compassion, helping hand
Trust is crushed, understand
Greed molds hate, and mistrust
All for profit, what have you done?!
All that's pure you desecrate
Money and fame is your bait

#crust #grind #OC

Carcinogen - Shitbreath

Brain leech
Brain leech you're a part of the system I despise
Brain leech
I feel you itching writhing in my mind
Infesting
Infesting my thoughts making me impure
Deafening echoes
Echoes of your feeding I try to endure

Chorus (2x):
Someone help me
Make it stop, I cannot fight
It's fucking painful
This capitalistic parasite

Feasting on me
Controlling my brain
Gotta do something
Grab a coat hanger
Put it in my head
Cranial abortion
No one helped me
Made it stop on my own
Starved the brain leech
Gouged my head to the bone

#crust #grind #OC

Carcinogen - Brain Leech

Crouched beneath the light
I cower from the night
Walls bleed perspiration
Television corporate lies
Mass hypnosis controls the mind
Sewer system lies
On bulletin boards, in our homes
Sewer system drowns
Drowns the mind
Tap into our brains
Make us love when we hate
Sewer system drains...thought
Non exposure
Spoils thought shit unclot
As I stare at my reflection in a river
Of human waste
Sewer my home
All alone I cry...for...help
You can't hear

#crust #grind #OC

Carcinogen - Sewer System

Pablo's Eye - A Duel

Acid rain
Chemical spills
Earthly erosion
Toxic landfills
Destroy the world
Human trash...
Rape mother nature
Human garbage
Bleed dry mankind
Human filth
Writhing in nature
Forcing extinction
Use religion as your crutch
And you call yourselves civilized
Fuck this species
Human waste

Carcinogen - Civilized

Soarn [*] - Dif Juz
If the Ceiling Were a Kite - April Magazine
Rebecca's Theme (Water) - A.R.T. Wilson
Blue Station - Tortoise 
Sealed - Yoshio Ojima
Northern Lights - Lyle Mays 
Ananas Symphonie - Kraftwerk 
Objective Contents - Rei Harakami 
Mermaid - Sade

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1st excerpt of Forma Norte's 2nd EP on Deardogs.

Out December 16th on a limited edition tape including Forma Norte (DEAR005) on side A & Forma Norte II (DEAR006) on side B + 3 bonus cuts.

CHAPTER II 
https://deardogs.bandcamp.com/album/forma-norte-ii

Forma Norte II

Buy all

Forma Norte - led us the road and starved on the way

her mum is an ATM machine

Kamixlo - DEATHWORK
Label: PAN
Cat.No.: PAN 144
Release Date: 26 July 2024
Purchase: pan.lnk.to/DEATHWORK

A peppery smorgasbord of industrial rhythms, razor-sharp stabs and provocative vocals, 'Deathwork' is Brixton-based Kamixlo's strongest statement yet, sandwiching earworm-laced pop between refried layers of euphoric back-room ambience and visceral hard dance distortion. It's been four years since Kamixlo poured his heart out on his acclaimed debut album 'Cicatriz', and he's been experimenting incessantly since then, figuring out how to integrate bold, memorable hooks into his signature alloy of burnished synths and mangled samples. And if its predecessor represented catharsis after a discomfiting period of loss, 'Deathwork' finds Kamixlo's emotional load lightened, freeing him to survey and tighten his formula by traversing club music's most eccentric, genre-agnostic fringes.

The young DJ and producer cut his teeth in the early 2010s, forming the iconic Bala Club party and label before deploying a series of EPs that accurately captured the era's voracious zeitgeist. Muddling references to nu-metal and emo classics with nervy dembow and bass deconstructions and dissociated SoundCloud rap thuds, Kamixlo characterized a new type of inclusive artist, unprejudiced by preconceptions of the underground or mainstream. 'Deathwork' builds on this legacy and widens his outlook substantially, urging listeners to step towards the dancefloor no matter how they might engage with music. And for the first time, Kamixlo seamlessly amalgamates his delirious bass-heavy atmospheres and kinetic beats with vocals, incorporating compelling performances from reggaetón sensation Isabella Lovestory, avant-pop outsider Puzzle, and Drain Gang's infamous Bladee. There's even an appearance from Berlin's Mechatok, who shows out with a production assist on the album's syrupy closing track 'Insect'.

From the ecstatic opening breaths of 'Ketamine Fields', it's clear that Kamixlo's in a fresh headspace. Weightless angelic voices curve gracefully around overdriven rave-ready bass twangs, while muffled, blown-out drums echo somewhere in the distance. It's the perfect pre-game to an endless, messy night, leaving Isabella Lovestory to lurch towards the mass of sweaty bodies on 'Pitch Black', rhyming sensually over Kamixlo's provocative metallic plucks and slow-motion dembow pulse. And by 'Combe', the peak time energy is palpable, with carnivalesque percussion and eardrum-popping high pitched squeals that grind against the pummeling gabber kicks. Puzzle brings the album back down to earth on 'Chaos', casually free associating and providing a light-hearted counter to the fog of machine crunches and deranged laughter.

On 'One More Night At The Line', Kamixlo carves the house blueprint into a neurotic chatter of helium voices and cocky slams, and when Bladee arrives in a wisp of smoke on 'Death Forever', the noise has calmed a little. Here, Kamixlo flexes his most exploratory muscles, nesting Bladee's grungy voice in an erratic tangle of muted, almost pacifying, black metal screams and nursery rhyme chimes. It's a paradox that perfectly encapsulates the scope of 'Deathwork', an album that continually flips expectations, turning in on itself and questioning its own logic without ever losing its momentum.

Written and produced by Kamixlo
Mixed by Felix Lee
Mastered by Enyang Urbiks
Artwork by Daniel Swan

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