MartinC wrote:

Even though in some places you sound like Mille from Kreator Very Happy

We always seem to get a comparison to Kreator... the only stuff I've heard of them is off Enemy of God.

Go and listen to Terrible Certainty!!!!

Listen to it? They went back in time and wrote it for Kreator.

poison was the cure wrote:its not bad but thats it! id rather be listening to the apparent generic bands like rager. who i think have a hell of a lot more origionality about them!

Even tho im not particularly going crazy about this new demo, i still think its more original than some of the rager stuff iv heard - it can be pretty generic at times.

No, no, I'll be the first to admit Rager have far more origionality.

Yes this is true, originality on the many combinations of fast shred on the low e.

I'm going to make an old school thrash band that exclusively shreds fast on the HIGH E string.

That'd be annoying.

Would be worse if you actually popped a few e too. You'd freak clean out!

Stevo_Amok wrote:originality on the many combinations of fast shred on the low e.

yep, that's all we play, all the time.....

thrash metal maniac wrote:

Stevo_Amok wrote:originality on the many combinations of fast shred on the low e.

yep, that's all we play, all the time.....

See, admits it.

And if he goes back on that he's weak.

Can you post up some lyrics Martin?

They have lyrics? I just thought it was some retard shouting in a stupid voice...

boovidge wrote:Can you post up some lyrics Martin?

I'll give it ago... I don't have them on this PC but I reckon I'll be able to get them from the songs. Don't blame me if they're wrong, GOD!!!


Saltergate

It's become a fatal addiction
Fatal to him
Fatal to that twat on the floor
- The one I'm kicking in
His face is split all over his shirt
At the hands of the tribe
You support the wrong fucking team, mate
We're from the terraces of Saltergate

Freezing shit in the cold on a Wednesday night
We're down South in Northampton, looking for a fight
You might call us thugs, but we're just care free
And it's the same wherever we may be

Unity stands
The Blue Army in the cop
Ripping your name to shreds
We're a wall of a thousand dogs

Light up the sky
Sing up for the rabid lads tonight
Tension is here
And the carnage after dark will be a sight

So join the queue
Line up for dismal dejection
As you stand in embodiment
Melding with the rust and the rain
It's the ground of abdication
Where you wouldn't believe
The kind of magnification
Felt for the field of screams

Shallow feelings for a foe as we join in line
A pack of eyes open wide - so chilling every time
You might call us thugs, but we're just care free
And it's the same wherever we may be


Isle of Dogs

Ages old and long expired
The Albion has had its wake
Shrouded in its 'British charm'
That got us in this state
That's enough, I've had enough
Of your smarm and self-importance
And now you gasp as truth plays out
And foreign 'mongrels'...

Embrace the green hills of the isle
As caucasians stew in denial
Don't let me hear you complain
It's your fault we live in disdain

Homicide, this is street life
In the public eye - it's a bloody decline
And middle class nu-toffery
Is becoming...

A contagious theme in your eyes
Invading the air like flies
Here, no guilt shall be felt
'cause we're English: above all else

Protestation is a headache
Vowing to bely the shame
A domestic common headache
Is to distribute the blame

Welcome to the Isle of Dogs
Irreversible and grey beyond control
We have to live in this Isle of Dogs
Suffering the empty British soul

Don't burden me with your whining
You're a waste of my time

Welcome to the Isle of Dogs
Irreversible and grey beyond control
We have to live in this Isle of Dogs
Suffering the empty British soul

Ranting on about your issues solves only one thing
- you're diagnosed a common king
Don't denounce the 'native pure' and those with 'right of way'
- the order of the leeching cries
Incite and suffer all you like, it breeds a healthy tone
- nothing to silence the drone
Cauterise the vein of people trying to atone
- with no legs they don't walk alone

The underdog maintains its pride in the face of snarling mouths
- the barking doesn't seem so loud
Straight away you soon decide that they don't have 'right of way'
- but every dog will have its day

Good them.....who wrote them?

You and me... I get a credit in Isle of Dogs now for that one line. Owned.