Bitter Words

by Skinfiler

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Straight from the dreams, thoughts, and desires I've had inspired upon me by stagnant southern NH city life.

I tried for a raw, Boston Hardcore sound, with some splashes of black metal and thrash mixed around in it. Also, you won't find any blatant attempts to condition you with nonsense written here, or finger pointing, or many these, they, the ones who, and the like. I'm sick of punk being nothing more than an attempt to make a political statement, or a vegan punk statement, or just any oppressive statement telling you how to think. So instead, most all of the lyrics are gore infested, lewd, shock value vulgarity, and horror riddled. Punk is a great medium for the macabre, and is barely ever exploited as one.

'Bitter Words' is the first finished EP I've ever bothered to record. Enjoy.

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released 13 June 2013

The Count of Chaos- Guitar, Vocals, Bass
Franz Lorenzo, the Bringer of Thunder- "Drums"

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Skinfiler Manchester, New Hampshire

Manchester, NH is a shitty, smelly place which makes for shitty, smelly music, that shitty, smelly friends can dance to in shitty, smelly basements.

Inspired by the hopelessness of southern NH city life, Skinfiler comes crawling out from underneath it's own dermis to impart it's brutal wisdom on the less fortunate (that is, those who end up hearing it).

No apologies. Pile it on.
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Track Name: Rotten Beneath
Rotten beneath, nothing inside
Everything is dull and bleak, wish that I could die
Abandon hope, set it aside
Commit your body to the grave with the others and your pride
There's no escape, there's no release
Just a rotten spread of squalor, break you off a piece
Wasting away, biding my time
Till another fucking squealer goes and drops another dime

Can't afford to live
There's no room to grow
Nothing left to give
Southern NH, it's a fucking shit-show