I came along for the contest
I didn’t come for the ride
I put the gasoline to this incessant machine.
I did a lot. I drove all night.
I did it all for the product,
I didn’t worry the shame
I needn’t deal the reaper’s heed but
I respect the game
Gas it up gas it up
I gotta lotta ghosts to turn on the tarmac
Cos it’s so shitty what of it oh it’s so pretty I love it
So tight my teeth are attached to the race track
Just strap me in
Hail oh high
The road the below
Well if i’m out inside I like it biting out now i’m decided
I’m excited yeah i’m ready to go
Gas up gas up
Drowned around the sides of my car
Gas up gas up
The road, he swoons
Sing it to the pretty, push
Spit me out
They burn it down, yeah they burned out
So take a second and scrape your brass out of the hearse
Back burn, my turn
I think I thought I dreamt I heard you shout
Pull the stick
And now it’s
Shove shove shove shove
All the way out
All the way out
Well put me on the program
Put me in the pain
I need the fear don’t make me ask again
Gas up the engine
Gas up the engine
Gas up the engine (yeah?)
Spit it in the fire (uh huh)
Buckle up, yeah hold on tight
No one’s going home tonight
My god, bring ‘em in boys.
Sing it to the pretty, push
They burn it down, yeah they burned out
So take a second and scrape your brass out of the hearse
Back burn, my turn
I think I thought
They burn it down, yeah they burned worse.
Whatever weather is swayin me, I’m under the fur
So i’m gone, they fall down like the rolling stone that they wish they were.
Gas up and pedal down yeah
Get a little faster baby
Chase it erase me the pace forgives
Along the devil’s highway
That’s the way out
The engine roars below
Go the way out
Hold the clutch it’s
Shove Shove Shove Shove...
That’s the way out
Gas up gas up
Gas up
That’s the way out.
Quite possibly the most full-on album I've ever listened to. Intense, and then some. 'Digital Tarpit' could describe both the track and the whole album: high-pitched guitar squeals that make your fillings itch coupled with merciless, suffocating heaviness. The Avenell-esque vocals top it off perfectly.
Brilliant - punishing, but brilliant. jim_fuego
An album that is a worthy heir of the mathcore's sound of the early The Dillinger Escape Plan in "Calculating the Infinity". Besides, the convergence of that with the 80's midi melodies from the arcade games, makes the ensemble a unique combination of different fragments of the belittled memory of our generation. feedthecrocodyle85
Dans la mesure où ces types sont des fous, nous somme en droit de penser qu'ils ne maitrisent rien du tout ; et c'est pourtant tout le contraire. Il s'agit donc bien d'un album de dingues, mais pas forcément pour les dingues ; même si je pense que ces derniers pourront s'y retrouver complètement. Poesy Rider