Artist description Three strange fellows, deranged free thinking anarchists, whose only pleasure in life beyond brutalizing clowns is finding displeasure in everything. Despite constant antagonizm from the guitar player, the bass player remains afraid of fighting the drummer. The drummer however has no fear of the bass player and seems willing to fight the bass player in a moments notice, summoning preternatural fury from deep within his torchered mind and personifying the bass player as being the source of his hideous unbridled rage. I think the drummer is all talk but when someone has arms the size of his, you better just assume it's real if you know what's best for you...Thus, the reluctance on the part of the bass player to fight the drummer. The guitar player should be shot in the head.

Music Style D.I.Y. Grind, Punk, Death Metal, Doom

Musical Influences Carcass, Dystopia, Assuck, At the Gates, Flesh parade

Similar Artists Carcass, Dystopia, Assuck, At the Gates, Flesh parade

Artist History We will not accept a penny from this site and we are not involved in any of their promotions (to the best of my knowledge). So don't drop a cent on any of our shit here...download it free and bootleg the fuck out of it for all we care. "Catharsis in Disharmony" is only available on vinyl, which can be ordered at: "Http://www.angelfire.com/az/catchphraze" or just search for Catchphraze Records.

Group Members Once upon a time there was a young fellow whom we'll refer to as Phil. Well, this young fellow lived in the squalor of a somewhat seedy apartment complex. The true depravity of the place hadn't registered in his mind until one day, upon returning home from work, he was walking through a corridor when he was overcome by the pungent smell of human excrement. Dizzied by the nauseating stench Phil was quite unprepared for what came next. From the doorway of the apartment from which this foul air fumed came the gravely request, "Hey man, you know where I can get some smoke man?" Still confused and weary Phil replied that he didn't, for he knew that feeding this stray would set a precedent. But the true horror struck him when he finally located the source of this unearthly gravely voice. In the doorway, resting his elbows on the sidewalk with his hands supporting his chin lay a little troll-like man, minus his legs. Phil did his best to hide his revulsion as he apologized for his ineptitude in "scoring some smoke." As soon as Phil entered the sanctuary of his apartment he called two of his comrades, Ben and Tim, to explain the horrific experience and to commiserate. Ben and Tim were both very soothing and sympathetic; yet felt that perhaps Phil was being a bit cruel. It wasn't until quite a few weeks later that Phil opened his front door, in response to a frantic knock, only to find Ben and Tim standing there wearing expressions of horror and shock on their pale blood drained faces. Ben was so unnerved that he openly wept once in the sanctity of Phil's apartment. Tim was so adrenalized and delusional that had Ben challenged him to a fight he would have gladly accepted. From that day forward the little half-man troll was known as "Shtumpy."

Instruments I've had and still have no desire to constantly come back to this crummy page to update it for the five people who've checked it out but this recent event is too extraordinary to not present. In what could be called the coming of Armageddon, the bass player has turned the tables of power within Sea of Deprivation and devastated the very foundations on which all relevant things stand. I'm sure you're wondering what the hell I'm talking about and I'll not skirt my meaning any longer. On the day of writing this testimonial, the bass player accepted a call to war from the drummer. Both the drummer and guitar player stood slack-jawed and dumbfounded. The bass player defiantly stood his ground, cocked his chin, and with a ruthless smile on his gruesome face, uttered some kind of cool two word accelerator which basically said, in not so many words, "not only am I not afraid of you, but I'll fucking kill you." The drummer, a master of Shoto-kahn, Kenpo,Tang-su-do, and Shenkito, leapt onto his bass drum with a cry of rage that made the guitar player shrink back in terror yet the bass player remained unmoved with a glimmer of lunacy illuminating his wild, frenzied eyes. The drummer lunged at the bass player from atop the bass drum stabbing the bass player in the eye with the sharp end of a fractured drumstick. Luckily for the bass player it wasn't his cyborg eye. The drummer staggered backward muttering something to the effect of, "this is impossible." The bass player remained standing with that same ruthless hideous smile and glimmer of lunacy in his remaining eye. The bass player reached up and pulled the enormous splinter from his eye-socket, which tenaciously brought the eye it had impaled. Without any change of countenance, save the missing eye, the bass player shoved the ruined orb into his mouth, pulled it from the stick and sucked up the nerve that followed like a derelict noodle. The guitar player vomited at the sight of this and the drummer shook like a frightened guinea pig. The bass player loosed a horrible laugh, the laugh of Satan himself, as he bludgeoned the drummer about the head and shoulders with his bass. The drummer tried to roll onto his back and expose his belly and genitals in a gesture of submission similar to dogs but this proved pointless as the bass player proceeded to beat the drummer long after unconsciousness. The guitar player's head, unfortunately, has not found the love of a bullet.

Albums Catharsis in Disharmony

Press Reviews "...Being heavily influenced by grind and hardcore, S.O.D (snicker) manipulates a style that has been thoroughly depleted by the thousands of crust pushers before them. It's not their playing abilities that are under my lethal pen, for these guys are very competent in mixing up deathly grooves, challenging fretboard aerobics, a full on grind blast, and an ultra bizarro clencher (the keyboard accompaniment on 'Ecocatastrophe' and 'Clean')." Metal Maniacs "scrub band" review section.

Location glendale, arizona - USA

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