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Earth Suck

by Oozing Wound

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Modernity is a bummer, and humanity’s drive towards its own destruction is at a fever pitch. Oozing Wound finds humor in our ridiculous habits and, by magnifying our most destructive behavior to its extreme end, allows us to laugh at the idiocy and the horror of it all. This mindset is at the center of their second full-length Earth Suck, a collection of destructive thrash that is seemingly teetering at the edge of control and collapse. Zack Weil’s guitar is reckless, his palm-muted chugs coming at breakneck speed and pinch harmonics squealing like sonic bolts of electricity. Kyle Reynolds’ drumming is unrelenting, wild and unrestrained but executed with a level of jaw dropping precision. Kevin Cribbin’s manic, mammoth bass delivers wallop after wallop of fuzzed out low-end. Oozing Wound’s energetic and expansive variation on thrash thrives on antagonistic repetition and addictive riffage, avoiding pretense like a plague. Earth Suck is the explosive follow-up to their breakout debut Retrash, which earned the band praise from the New York Times, Pitchfork, Decibel, and more.

Oozing Wound revels in the absurdity of horrifying realities, playing up fear and desperation to reveal the underlying humor. On Earth Suck they offer increasingly extreme portraits of moral and societal decay seen through the eyes of those doing the perpetrating. On “Genuine Creeper” Weil embodies a fetus eating its twin: “Kill your neighbor or kill yourself – I creep tonight.” On “Hippie Speedball” he becomes an addict who can’t go to work without getting high: “I can’t wake up without my hippie speedball.”

Their taboo defying humor is prevalent throughout the scene that birthed them. Over their few years in existence they have played with Black Pus, Rectal Hygenics, Climax Denial, Male Bondage, Shaved Women, Supersonic Piss, Sea of Shit, Forced Into Femininity, and more, along with other notable bands like High On Fire, The Body, Ash Borer, Wolf Eyes, and Nazoranai. Despite their dedication to the DIY scene that birthed them, Oozing Wound has already gained the attention of Adult Swim, who selected them as part of their exclusive Singles series, which also features Sleep, Mastodon, Deafheaven, and Diarrhea Planet.

Earth Suck was recorded in the relatively extended time period of three days in Chicago with long-time engineer Matt Russell, and features viola by Whitney Johnson (of Verma), as well as singing bowl manned by Reynolds, elements never heard on an Oozing Wound record. Live, the simplicity of Oozing Wound’s no-frills ethos is extremely potent, and their energy is electric. Cribbin’s head seems to detach from his body, Reynolds arms flail, and Weil’s guitar and vocal wails drive the crowd to a frenzy. It is a blast. The band will tour the Midwest and East Coast this fall. In the meantime they continue to play packed, sweaty basements in Chicago and, when they choose to go come up for air, sell out indie mainstays like the Empty Bottle.

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released October 21, 2014

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Track Name: Going Through The Motions Til I Die
I've lost the will to live an honest life
Beggar hands clasped beneath the candle light
Cleanse myself, anoint me with the tainted blood
Another crystal clencher's guilt—guilty on the charge
Well who are you motherfucker?
Just another forfeiture to offer

Making the noise, Breaking the man

Pushing fluids through the eye of a needle
Sustain the nutrients, prolong the fever
Well who are you motherfucker?
Just another word for me to alter

Die, you can do it
Well, won't you give it a try
There's nothing to it, well
If you don't you'll still die
Track Name: Bury Me With My Money
I built it, I own it, I found it – it's mine
I made it, born to it, I own the rights

But I'm no charity
Bury me with my money
Track Name: Genuine Creeper
Eins, Zwei, Drei – Gemini Crawl
Take your pick, take your time Crawl
Vanished twin, chimeric hive Crawl
Blastocyst pesticide Crawl

God gave you envy for a reason, you know
Kill your neighbor and take what you want for yourself

It's guilt or go

God gave you envy for a reason, you know
Kill your neighbor or kill yourself
Track Name: Hippie Speedball
Like a nerve wracking in the night, I'm exposed
I'm dissected under medical light
Kowtowed like a child, I'm a mind unsatisfied
Regurgitating bullshit that I don't know

On the clock, oh—Not the job, oh no

I could find myself playing the part of the joke
Pretend I'm as deep as I want to go
But it screams, I'm a throat—I'm choked
Regurgitating bullshit that I don't know

On the clock

Can't feed myself on a diet so thin, I'm a stray
I'm a thief in the palace of waifs
But it screams, I'm a throat—I'm choked
Regurgitating bullshit that I don't know

On the clock, not the job

I can't wake up—without my hippie speedball
Track Name: When The Walls Fell
On the ocean like a common Christ
So old, sold out given a price
Unjust. The next one
An empty puppet a genetic thing
But I'm, no off of somebody's spring—I'm Just.

So make an offer like an honest boy
Pay up, and anon you shall be known—As mine

When the walls fell
The walls fell, I saw no light
Track Name: Colonel's Kernel
You've been choking, on and on til you burst
A chain unbroken, cough up says nurse
You've been stolen, on and on til you're worse
At night unbroken, cough up says nurse

I'm, I'm stuck, unstuck
Why can't it get it up?

I'm a baby carry me
I'm a baby won't you carry me?
I'm a baby carry me
Track Name: False Peak (Earth Suck)
Earth suck, Earth break,
Earth dies in a million different ways
Well, who bows and who takes?
Sell me on the prophets to be made

I bow, I take,
I sell life a million different wastes
You pout and you hate
Sell me on the profits that you saved

Fall in line—Sell in sail on
Falling line—No sign no life
No fault line—Alright all right

Big man, big eyes, big talk, big words
Big thoughts that lie and don't mind

That's it, that's right, let's do your worst