LP REVIEW
YOU'VE BEEN LIED TO
“END OF THE SOCIAL CONTRACT”

(Manmade Records - ManM017)

 

01. SCHOOLGIRL IN CEMENT (2:52) MP3
02.
PERFECT MACHINE (3:58)
03.
HOLD THE BARRICADE (3:16)
04.
SAFEHOUSE (3:54)
05.
INTERLUDE (1:38)
06.
LIQUID FUNERAL (6:20)
07.
BIRTHRIGHT (3:24)
08. KNUCKLEDROPPER (3:24) MP3
09.
WE'LL BURY YOU TOMORROW (3:45)
10.
THE WAKE (4:36) MP3
11.
THE ALCOVE (5:07)

YOU'VE BEEN LIED TO “End Of The Social Contract” LP

Length:  42:14 (min:secs)
Released: 1st July, 2007

www.manmaderecords.co.uk
info@manmaderecords.co.uk

Line-up: 
Vocals: JAMES IACIOFANO
Bass: MARTIN JEFFERY
Guitar: DAN PROWSE
Guitar: ANDY LEWIS
Drums: BOB BRADNAM

 

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The long awaited follow-up to their initial four-track EP comes in the form of a debut full length album entitled “End Of The Social Contract” released on independent label Manmade Records. It showcases ten tracks (plus an interlude) that builds on the fundamentals of the founding members and their metalcore hero days with Snub and injects a 100% neat solution of fresh youth, enthusiasm and new influences.

The Bournemouth bruisers whose fortitude has lately realised a track on the cover mount CD and coverage in the 'Exposed' column of Rock Sound, kicks off in fine fettle with “Schoolgirl In Cement” and perform an aural rearrangement of your face, which sets the mood for an incredibly intense period of rile that simply lasts through the entire album. Highlights such as "The Wake", "Knuckeldropper", "Perfect Machine", the Slayer-esque tones of "We’ll Bury You Tomorrow" and "Safehouse" (the only track brought over from the EP with it’s awesome chugging rifferama and a hook to kill for). These five fucked off guys are spitting acidic bile of dysfunction and jump through musical hoops to wash away any element of frustration or fury from both artist or listener alike.

It’s an unrelenting barrage of bitterness, a tormenting torrent of venom and there is no relenting. Choffs’ vocals rip at your face, tearing flesh with guttural clawing, focused and eager to get straight to the bone with its significance and conveyance, and the guitar notes that often follow the bass line but plucked high above the clouds are in proper Botch style. The aggression that pours out of almost every second of music, as well as the detail and character that is forming within their style, cements together an album that demands respect and desperately needs to be heard live. Fuck, these songs fed to a live audience will induce carnage in a mosh pit and pure adrenaline slamming of an intensity that would require United Nation intervention to cease.

Take YBLT as a person and they would want to take you to with in an inch of your life to make you listen, brandishing the anger of a life mislead but allowing you the opportunity to release all similar feelings back into the music. The “End Of The Social Contract” involves frets that ring with adulterated anger, riffs that reverberate with a resonance of resentment and strings that sing in a staccato symphony. This album gives you an aural battering you are not likely to experience this side of a conversation with Germaine Greer about how men do actually rule the world. It’s not for the faint-hearted but for the fearless among us - are you one of them?

12345678910 - Rigsby  (27th September, 2007)
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