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Returning to the scene of chaos left in the wake of Hello My Name Is...Madness,
Seizure Crypt re-emerges with Under The Gun, an unapologetic recording that takes
the unit's ear-shattering sound to the next level. For those in the know, it is
always a safe bet to expect the unexpected from these scene vets, and the
spaghetti-western style introduction (with castanettes and all) that kicks off the
disc stays true to form, only to be followed with the seismic blast of
"The Phone Number To Madness", a unrelenting cut that cordially welcomes you to their
world, leaving you sonically battered in the process.
Flash forward to the second track and get pounced upon by "The Last Icon", a ripping
thrash number delving once again into Seizure Crypt's favorite scapegoat, the media.
Capped off by the song's screaming refrain "the media is armed with assassins", this
tune tells how the nefarious conglomerate will build someone to iconic status, only
to destroy them the same way.
"No Room Left To Bleed" comes next, a devastating double
bass drumming assault recorded @ 208 b.p.m. (with no triggers or quantifying techniques
used) pounds the listener into aural submission as the relentless vocal attack screams
for one goal...survive your past and move forward to a better day!
Now that you have survived this long, you shouldn't be alarmed at the sound of a train
coming into your living room...that's just track number four, "When You Die...They Throw
Your Stuff Out", a grinding punk number that echoes the sentiment of life through death's
perspective, hinging on the point of how our stuff effectively gets discarded or re-dispersed
soon after the presiding body has passed.
The next tune, "In This Day" provides just enough of a break to catch your breath, as
this acerbic anthem speaks about life in a post-9/11 society, the difficulties we face
today, and the wishing of a more innocent time before that disastrous event.
Humor has always been a part of the Seizure Crypt experience, and "Cat Lady" expresses
the troupe's unorthodox comedic side as the wild punk number recalls a story of SC bassist
Bro-Town's experience while working as a carpenter in a home of a lady who resided with
close to 60 cats! This raucous song is an ode to this warped woman, the barely livable
domain she dwelled in and her multitude of feline companions.
Another lightning fast gear shift reveals "Drug Pig", a disturbing look into the marketing
of today's medications and how people's dependence on pharmaceuticals reduces their life
to nothing more than a constant struggle for the next cure from a pill.
Are you still standing? Well, the hardcore crusher "Fight To Kill" should finish you off,
as this ass-kicker transports the listener into a far-away battleground in the role of an
ancient warrior, standing tall through fighting and killing consequently claiming victory
amidst the blood and death.
Ending off the near 20-minute descent into lunacy is a song dealing with a subject we all
know and hate: work. This final song, entitled "Fuck Work" is a wicked fret board jumper
that displays Seizure Crypt's cavalcade of musical dynamics.
Under The Gun once again finds Seizure Crypt pushing the limits while spreading the
news, all the while remaining eternally grateful to all that take part in the outfit's unique
brand of maniacal music. The Crypt bows to you!!!!!
Disclaimer: there were no triggers, overdubs, quantifying techniques, tricks or anything else used not created by two mics, one guitar, one bass and one (north brand) drum kit.
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