A Thorough Analysis EP

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Being released as a 6 song 7" in the coming months between Vitriol and Commodity Fetish Records

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released 10 October 2010

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tags: punk hardcore indie metal thrash Los Angeles

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Vitriol is a group of relative stains from the Southern California/Los Angeles area. This project was started as an attempt to maintain the highest level of autonomy, with friends and collaborators, in the most legit way we could. Bands include Graf Orlock, Ghostlimb, Dangers, Fischer, Comadre, Griever, Birds In Row, etc. Write what you want to read, play what you want to hear. ... more

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Track Name: Caveat Emptor
I want the destroyed, I want the fucked up, I want to tear it all down, and build something new up. In time all pretenses subside, it means nothing to me. How did you do it? I thought we both agreed, good posture's better than posturing, acceptance at the cost of authenticity. In time all pretenses subside, it means nothing to me.
Track Name: Schools of Thought
Sabotage, throw it up, I give a shit about what is not was, it's time we need a new education. I don't need Princeton or Columbia to know who I am or what should be done, we're our own shepherds in the darkness. In a world, where self interest rules over empathy, and reason is trumped by insanity. They call it the Enlightenment, a long story short, that's not what I meant, our deal fathers failed to address one thing: I've got no guilt, I've got no sin, I've got no concept so how do I begin, to get you off your broken knees so broke from kneeling.
Track Name: Pillow Talk
I've heard all those pretty words about how it all works out, you put your faith in a system, you put your faith in love's institutions, next time I'll pay more attention, to their piece of advice: Your freedom's a motherfucker. I heard all those very nice things, about growing old, the governments that don't fail, the liberty of a holding cell, this modicum of violent hope, is more than just an ability to cope, we've got standards, and unconquered will, a will to say no. What a shame, after all these years of endearing talk, we all wake up to find, we've been fucked.
Track Name: To Be the Customer is Always Wrong
Dictate, while I listen to you tell me what to do. Dictate, about a time and place that has nothing to do with you. Dictate, you've got answers and I need them from you, Dictate, you're a leader and I need to follow you. Like a need a bullet in the head, or to let my veins run, until I'm through. You always said you're an idealist, You always said you're a syndicalist, you always said you're a capitalist, but you never valued self management, you always said you're a militarist, or you've always said you're a primitivist, I can't pretend that I give a shit, I won't pretend that I give a shit.
Track Name: Fire at the MOMA
Listen, I ain't a student, but I'm a student of thinking, so hurry up and give me, a discount ticket. It went around and it came back again, the shining aura of non-definition, the bright lights of the gallery, it's hard to think with contrived meaning. I tried, it's rough, after all my tolerance, it just dried up, it's not that art is a problem for me, it's ex-post facto validity. My fucking brain, can only take so much absurdity, with all these retirees, running screaming, what am I doing here? What are any of us doing here? I smell smoke.
Track Name: A Thorough Analysis
In a simple enough equation, I present this situation, where they mine your psychic weakness, to dismantle all resistance. I'm just like you, made up of all the bad shit people do. Yes, you're just like me, made up of all the good shit people do. You can bathe in the Lethe, but you're not free, when you have a memory, you have history. After a thorough analysis, it proves true my thesis, their cup that overfloweth, is just full up of piss.