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BRUTUS

by Massacres

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Fuck! Marry! Kill! Or! Avoid! Choice is yours! Well in my 21st year I learned I’m worth whatever I am owed Another drink another girl another evening alone You reap whatever you can sow In my 30th year I found a jagged hole within my chest I tried to fill it up with sex, it bubbled over It pooled around my feet, and soaked into the carpet I now decree bloodied in the city Salt in my wound and flame in my veins On the open road, nowhere left to go Dirt in my hair and coke in my nose Another glass another empty I spot a girl at the end of the bar She’s with an upturned collar Cap on his head, chain around his fucking neck I consider my approach, and I encroach upon their personal space I tap her on the shoulder, I shouldn’t have bothered They look like shit but if the shoe fits I now decree drunken in the city Salt in my wound and flame in my veins On the open road, nowhere left to go Dirt in my hair and coke in my nose Wash your mouth out Wait your turn Your time will come Wash your mouth out Hold your nerve Your time will come
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DEATH KNELL 03:27
From my ill-fitting crown to the nails in my feet I am a pilgrim of self-destruction I will be waiting, for your submission I will be weighing, your heart of stone In a life of ill-repute, prioritise distraction And spend eternal sanction, locked in your cigarette case Death sleeps within your bed, it rots until you’re hollow Big cheer for each regret, live until you’re dead Thank you Jesus Christ, I’m born again Fuck you Jesus Christ, I’m bored again There ain’t no party like a midnight mass tongue fest Take off your god damn dress No lie, time waits for no-one And your opinion, bares rotten fruit In a world of circumcision, hold court to your desire Don’t spend your autumn years, tied to your TV set Stay true to who you are, don’t let the good ones go And drink and smoke and fuck, ‘til your dying day Take me back to Rome Take me back to your bedroom Take me back to Rome And feed me to the lions Running from you
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My cock it is so big it is as big as a house My car is a Ferrari and my wife is a whore By day I play with money and by night I consume I get over excited when I'm working a room All for nothing! I put all that I can into my nose and my veins Do everything I can to stay ahead of the game I lie and cheat and steal and trip on acid and shrooms I fuck a dozen hookers in my hotel room All for nothing yeah! Well they call me a god And they call me a king Now get on your knees I’m the best man that I can be I made associate when I was 23 I shine my shoes I never lose with stocks and with bonds I smoked my first cigar when I was 21 All for nothing Well they call me a god And they call me a king Now get on your knees I’m known as Judas So I hand them the nails Now call me a god And I’ll call you a slave Fucked your woman in your bed And in her head I left my seed So, we are one and the same So, your life won’t change You’re fucking mine I am a stock broker I am a risk taker I am a dream maker I am a stone layer I am a baby shaker (I am what I am) I am a shark baiter (I am what I am) I am a back breaker (I am what I am) I’m a god damn traitor (I’m more than a man) But it’s all for nothing I fucked myself in my heart Now all I have is what I bought But there's no need to weep But you shouldn’t lose any sleep Loneliness is under rated
4.
Drinking and smoking and fucking around with your friends Tearing at clothing and willing all airplanes to fly Breeding and bleeding and waiting for dark days to come Taking the time, divide your powders and pills "Up on the wreckage Is where we'll stand With heads in our hands And hearts in our mouths" Your people don't know what they want you to say Stood in formation, waving their flag, Heads in their hands And hearts in our mouths With worms in the ears Of kids in the ground Stamping saluting, filling the air with your filth Marking the barrels of guns in red ink for each kill Raising a fist, to the dying and starving and frail Using your lies, recruit the angry and lost "Up on the wreckage Is where we'll stand Heads in hands And hearts in mouths” Your people don't know what you want them to say Stood in formation and waving their flag Heads in hands And hearts in our mouths With worms in the ears Of the men in the ground Stand your ground Enemy - we want it, and we need it. Danger of forfeit of ill-gotten gains Warning of wasting formative years Torture, the bringer of death and despair We’re lining their pockets, so why should we care? Left, left, left right left Nothing’s left

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“A blend of brute force and smart surprises”
- Metal Hammer

“The four piece hardcore outfit have come straight out of the blocks with fourteen minutes of relentless, riff-driven, southern swagger-influenced hardcore that really isn't fucking about.”
- The Punk Archive

“A ludicrously infectious seam runs through this entire EP...It has such an entertaining EP and sounds so full of life – no compromise with Massacres.”
- muteprint

"With nods to Pissed Jeans and Cancer Bats, the TP’s four tracks are bursting with angular stop/start squalls of dirty guitar, tearing basslines and lurching drums. Slotting neatly – or not so much neatly as sprawling in a chaotic heap, spitting and twitching – alongside the likes of The Jesus Lizard and Blacklisters, theirs is a sound that’s ugly and in-yer-face. And that’s just the way I like it."
- whisperinandhollerin.com

"Aggression, high-tempo, ruthlessness. They are all commodities that debut EP’s need to include, especially in the case of hard-core rock/punk. For London’s ‘Massacres’ they bring all this in an abundance with Brutus, which in a sentence; is nothing but a 14 minute slaughterhouse."
- noizzeuk

“Aggressive, riff hungry and fond of an off-kilter rhythm, Massacres really go for the jugular on this EP. If the combination of a band who sound fit to burst and some absolutely astounding riffs sounds like it might just appeal, there's a good change you'll find this absolutely invigorating. A great debut.”
- Real Gone

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released February 5, 2016

Kris Mayzee - guitars
Martin Walker - bass & vocals
Adam Stanley - drums & vocals
Dave Rogers - vokills

Produced, engineered, mixed, and mastered by Jason Wilson at Stakeout Studios during July 2015.
Copyright Massacres.
Dog photo by Sam Cockman, used under a creative commons license.
Massacres logo by Martin.

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Massacres London, UK

Freshly formed new guns Massacres have arrived with a hearty appetite for cut-throat riffs, savage vocals and unhinged live performances. Debut EP 'BRUTUS' was recorded with producer Jason Wilson (Reuben, The Ghost Of A Thousand, You Me At Six, Fightstar) and released February 5th 2016. ... more

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