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embracethedoom Kick me in the head and all me stupid. That's what this album makes you experience. Favorite track: Human Cry.
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John Chaos Alexander Classy Grind For fans of Brutal truth, Gridlink ,The Kill, Gets Worse, Antigama, The Afternoon Gentlemen, Nasum , Napalm Death, Lock Up,Cancerous Womb, Homewrecker, Pains, Maruta, False Flag Attack, Terrrorizer, Insect Warfare,Full of Hell and Coexist(Scotland) Favorite track: Engineering Consent.
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akerblogger This is disgustingly crusty doomy grinding mayhem hailing from the grubby streets of my adopted home of Liverpool. Vocals are a chaotic mix of Barney from Napalm Death and higher-pitched primal aggression. There's a lot here riff-wise too, constantly fluctuating between punky catchiness, sludgy abrasiveness, and death-doom brutality. Oh and the drums have a loose and manic tone that reminds me so much of early Cryptopsy and bands who use the drums as a schizophrenic smorgasbord of textures. Favorite track: Born In The Caul.
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1.
Human Cry 02:53
This town has a drug problem It rattles the pipes and systems The water here smells strange. Crack head on a bicycle Living a life eliptical These machines stink of meat. Someone set a homeless person on fire I just don't understand it Somewhere there's a dog barking in a public toilet. As the paint peels the facade falls away I'm sure it's fine it just needs a new lick of paint Not the odd broken window or two Essentially we need to fix me and you. Days are long but the years fly past I feel like we are running out of time I want to live. I want to last. I want something real I don't want to just exist There's nothing beneficial being a nihilist. As the paint peels the facade falls away I'm sure it's fine it just needs a new lick of paint Not the odd broken window or two Essentially we need to fix me and you. As I'm swept away I hear hear a human cry "I am but a fly Drowning in the piss of life" Over and over And over again. Give us a way out A chance to begin. (Over and over) With one hand in our hearts (And over again) And the other in our heads (Give us a way out) There's always a cost (A chance to begin) And change isn't cheap. Isnt cheap. as I'm swept away I hear hear a human cry "I am but a fly Drowning in the piss of life" Drowning in the piss of life.
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We've found our christ his name is money. Nothing left, it's all for nothing when we are in the ground our bodies rotting What's left for us, what is left when it's about engineering consent? When we are in the ground and our bodies rotting (rotting) What's left for us, what is left, when it's about engineering consent? Our selfishness manifests itself in so many different ways (ways) That it hard to pin down where it comes from and what it is. Crawl through as you claw to your observations. I just need to look at you and I see the decline of civilisation. We need to detach ourselves from these psychological attachments. Deconstruct the double helix in pursuit of answers Pursuit of forgiveness. Ageing for each other as I age for you what is left for us, what is left? When all our lives they go about engineering our consent. This is a letter of defeat, a token of my resentment. I'm tired of peering from this hole to just get pushed deeper inside it. This is a letter of defeat a token of my resentment. I'm tired of peering from this hole to only get pushed back inside it. Crawl through as you claw to your observations I just need to look at you and I see the decline of civilisation. we have to detach ourselves from the psychological attachments deconstruct the double helix in the pursuit of answers. We all desire something new ageing for each other as I age for you. What is left for us, what is left? When all they do is go about engineering our consent. Selfishness manifests itself in so many different ways That it's hard to pin down where it comes from and what it is. This modern malaise is in its birth throws wherever I steer this penetrating eye It gazes back at you. Shattered and adrift caught in a waking dream Through the plastics we sift While shards of bone gleam. Shattered and adrift Caught in a waking dream through the plastics we sift while shards of bone gleam.
3.
Watch your thoughts now Thoughts of crime and disease. Searching for something authentic. Thoughts of crime and disease. It's not an issue I'm used to being alone. I'll see this right through I don't want you to know. Change the way I talk change the way I dress do I feel differently yet? With this train of thought thinking for ourselves Swallow and digest. It's not an issue Im used to being alone I'll see this right through I don't want you to know. Show your colours I'll match them. Let's go bury this hatchet. Together we are a disaster. We both can't be the master. Show your colours I'll match them. Let's go bury this hatchet. Together we are a disaster. We both can't be the master. (There's blood in these stones) Let's consider the facts We are just shadows against these walls dancing to questions we have not asked. (There's salt in this earth) I'll try to refrain From speaking my mind open and true suppress the blood curdling screams. (There's blood in these stones.) Let's consider the facts we are just shadows against these walls dancing to questions we have not asked. (here's salt in this earth.) Show your colours I'll match them Let's go bury this hatchet together we are a disaster We both can't be the master. Show your colours I'll match them let's go bury the hatchet together we are a disaster we both can't be the master.
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Night Chant 03:29
Letters written but never posted and stuck to the walls. Ideas above our station Land sick, night Chant. I'm sending this out there I need a response. I need to fill these cracks expose my faults. You know me well we've met before I can tell. Unemployed then destroyed you say dig deep hit concrete. (Night chant) Ladies shoe in the street drain Let it go but you're not the same. not just one but you are many realise your life is not worth a penny. I believe in nurture not nature, We carve ourselves out to be unusual creatures. There's a finger pointing at your chest there's no one left but yourself. Empty vessels to the non believers in the end whores will want their trinkets. Letters written but never posted and stuck to the walls. Ideas about our station Land sick, night chant. I'm sending this out there I need a response. I need to fill these cracks Expose my faults. I'm sending this out there I need a response. I need to fill these cracks And expose my faults There's a finger pointing at your chest There's no one left but yourself. Land sick, night chant. We are driven by this hunger life hasn't quite matched up to what was wanted when I was younger. I can't let it get to me we all just trudge on wading through feces Land sick, night chant. Land sick, night chant.
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Weather change sunlight, herpes coming closer sharing disease. Basking in suburban lights soundbites are for parasites. I don't want your soul. We are looking for an end Neither of us are God sent. Never again. Never again. Never again. Never again. Well what am I to you? I know what you are to me You paint a pretty picture but I'm absent from the scenery. You call it Survivors guilt well I call it belief. I'm tired of yielding when I'm twisting and bending. Never again. Never again. Love again. Love again. Well what am I to you? I know what you are to me. You paint a pretty picture but I'm absent from the scenery. Let me be sincere and hold you near. We are all we've got once we're turned off to what is around us. Take me to the start Relearn the art and deny us. Who am I, who are you, do you remember? Well what am I to you? I know what you are to me, You paint a pretty picture but I'm absent from the scenery. I'm tired of yielding, twisting and bending, never again, never again. I'll love again, love again.
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Find a knife sharp enough and let the bodies fall. Only when we are cleaning our sores And picking up the bodies washed upon the shore That the penny will drop and our blinkers pulled off that it could be you and me marching into the sea. It's widely considered that our compassion for others has forbidded the use of borders so come and add diversity To this gene pool and make our own history. We haven't died Don't let history trap us this sense of national pride Is just dead men's baggage. We think we our so advanced And ahead of our time ready to cut everyone off when there's tension in the line. Find a knife sharp enough And let the bodies fall the rope recoils back upon us and disfigures us all. (X2) Only when we are cleaning our sores and picking up the bodies washed upon the shore that the penny will drop a nd our our blinkers pulled off that it could be you and me marching into the sea. It's widely considered that our compassion for others Has forbidded the use of borders so come and add diversity to this gene pool, make our own history. We haven't died don't let history trap us This sense of national pride Is just dead men's baggage.
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turn off the lights turn the key Look back behind me. Kisten closely I could hear music and cutlery. Unlock the door turn on the lights step inside. There's a ghost here I'll wait for it to disappear. I lived here once but now I've left trace. I want to vomit in the corridors. I fucking hate this place. I'll burn these bridges and I'll burn this home. Turn off the lights turn the key look back behind me. Saw a shadow a candles glow A toilet flushing. Unlock the door turn on the light stand inside. There's a ghost here and I'll wait for it to die. I lived here once but I've left no trace other than our ghosts that still haunt this place. I want to vomit in every single corridor And I want to kick in every single door. If I was a better man I'd burn it to the ground with myself inside to never be fucking found. I'll burn these bridges and I'll burn this home. Burn this home. I turn off the lights turn the key look behind me. Turning of taps running a bath Smell of lavender. Unlock the door turn the key step inside. Memories haunting me waiting for them to die. I'll burn these bridges and I'll burn this home. I'll burn these bridges and I'll burn this home .
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Your public image is no after thought Social media is the mirror you have bought. Carefully construct the rig from which you are hung, drink from the poisoned chalice and be forever young. Such an illogical fear that you'll be left on the shelf your leaving yourself with this narcissism and the consuming self. Let the insecurities be your throne all you will know is loneliness if you don't know how to be alone. I think we truly can't see ourselves as we constantly push in front of everyone else. You seem to think if you're the quickest from the start you must be real you exist you have a heart. I think we truly can't see ourselves as we constantly push in front of everyone else. I think we truly can't see ourselves when everything is based on appearance and the consuming self. Let's the insecurities be your throne all you will know is loneliness if you don't know how to be alone.
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Rat King 04:16
Chewed up by smoke and blood pray for rains embrace the floods. Caught in a listless sway Counting vertebrae moth hits the flame. How did I get through to you I guess you always knew I want a sense of belonging. Chewed up by smoke and blood pray for rains Embrace the floods. Altering inner structures, rearranging fractures, I'm not having this conversation. I am my father, Not of his blood, no belief in ourselves, only one. I dreamt of you last night you had a inner light it left me sick for days. I was left disheartened but I knew my life had just started and I could push on brand new. Chewed up by smoke and blood, pray for rains, Embrace the floods. I dreamt of you last night you had a inner light it left me sick for days. I was left disheartened but I knew my life had just started and I could push on brand new. Chewed up by smoke and blood pray for rains Embrace the floods. I'm not handing life very well at the moment Including the people that are in it I'm tired of holding things together I want to step away Let everything fall apart Just drift away Released from where I was tethered. I'm just not handling life. I'm just not handling life. These photographs are my only memories I see so much of them in me constantly. I need distance for myself I can't do this anymore I need to be certain I need to be sure. Need to be sure This is what it's for Don't dream anymore. Constantly chewed up by smoke and blood. I hear the words I want to be loved.
10.
Do you remember when it didn't rain all the time? Me neither. Obsidian locked in a box and submerged in the deepest of waters. Snorting crushed up pills from the open palms of Mary mother of God. In the static of a television I see an image of the last supper. I took a picture of you because I didn't know when I'd see you again. Atoms, time and mathematics. Civilisation is not a sign of human progress. We need to nail their tongues to the temple doors. It just feels like we are casting peals at swine. Father time has not been kind It's not going to be good either way. Father time has not been kind. Father time has not been kind. Father time has not been kind. Father time has not been kind. I can't read this blood in the snow what happened to you? Not me. I can't read this blood in the snow What happened to you? Not me. What happened to you? Not me. Not me.
11.
Body Horror 02:34
Im not handling life very well At the moment Including the people that are in it. I'm tired of holding things together I want to step away let's everything fall apart and drift away. I feel better with every mile I put between me and you everything I do either conscious or unconscious is to spite you. Give me humiliation, give me my shame, give me disgrace but give me my forgiveness. Children's television presenter suicide. John hurt 's voice droning on in the background. Children smoking ketamin behind the bins. This chemical burn. Grief about romantic love wayward sexual behaviour legitimised. Brian chemistry imbalance I'm changing inside out I now realise. I'd drink your love from a urinal as my teeth fall apart in my mouth. I'd drink your love from a urinal as my teeth fall apart in my mouth. I'd drink your love from a urinal as my teeth fall apart in my mouth. I'd drink your love from a urinal as my teeth fall apart in my mouth I feel better with every mile I put between me and you everything in do either conscious or unconscious Is to spite you. give me humiliation give me shame give me disgrace But give me my forgiveness. Grief about romantic love wayward sexual behaviour legitimised. Brain chemistry imbalance I'm changing inside out I now realise.
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Enraptured in a hopeless sway, a burning moth that's races through the flame. Returning to the long grass and corners old, returning to the earth encased in gold. Don't you say that isn't me one more time, I'm not that person I've left it all behind. on Judith's birthday I went away. Vomiting colours spitting bile (I went away) If I am not this then what am I (on Judith's birthday) A head full of bad breath and broken teeth (I went away) A person with a future that's out of reach (on Judith's birthday) Don't you say that isn't me one more time, I'm not that person I've left it all behind. on Judith's birthday I went away. Every hour another person goes blind, we are flawed but that's how we are designed. As a child I remember dancing on a burnt out car, I think I'm an alcoholic, well we all are. Satan take me before jesus saves me Satan take me before jesus saves me Satan take me before jesus saves me Satan take me before jesus saves me Enraptured in a hopeless sway, a burning moth that races through the flame. Returning to the long grass and corners old, returning to the earth encased in gold. Vomiting colours and spitting bile, If I am not this then what am I? A head full of bad breath and broken teeth, a person with a future that's just out of reach. Satan (Satan) take me (take me) before jesus saves me Satan (Satan) take me (take me) before jesus saves me.
13.
Five Years 05:38
Five years to take it back If I don't do this then someone else will. Got to think fast, got to act, perseverance through sheer force of will. House by the railway line, The garden leads to the tracks. Five years and you're not the same, five years and your atoms are replaced. I heard your voice on the phone, you sounded distant, You sounded old. I hear you don't look good or so I'm told. Five years to take it back, If I don't do this then someone else will. Got to think fast got to act Perseverance through sheer force of will. I've kept a secret for you long enough Remove the mask Return to us. printed word fill out forms telephone Take the call. When a father outlives his son, nothing is lost, nothing is won. Five years Five years Five years Five years House by the railway line, the garden leads to the tracks. Five years and you're not the same, In five years your atoms are replaced. I heard your voice on the phone, you sounded distant, you sounded old. I hear you don't look good or so I'm told. Five years to take it back, if I don't do this then someone else will. got to think fast, got to act, perseverance through sheer force of will. I've kept a secret for you long enough, remove the mask, Return to us. printed word fill out forms telephone take the call. Take the call. Take the call. Take the call. Take the call. Take the call Take the call Take the call.

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released August 23, 2017

Chris Reese - Vocals
John Cooke - Guitar/Vocals/Bass
Adam Clarkson - Guitar/Vocals
Tom Dring - Drums/Vocals/Guitar/Saxophone

Simon Barr - Violin on Five Years

Artwork - Chris Catterall

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Recorded, mixed and mastered at Vagrant Recordings

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SLOW. REGRET. DRUMS. DRINK. GUITAR. RIFF. DENIAL. VOCALS.

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BIG CHEESE 10/10 - "At last a UK record that not only will giv th Scandinavian extreme scenes a run for their money but also one where care has been taken to ensure that the band themselves are able to realise their full potential."
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