Track Premiere: Sensory Amusia – “Breed Death”
You’ve had a long day at the office. Carrie’s computer kept doing that thing again; of course Hassan wouldn’t let you leave without another argument about the game. On top of all that, your car’s in the shop, your new apartment smells weird, and, after you missed the bus, you realized they’re running on an evening schedule and you have to wait 40 minutes for the next one.
And then it starts raining.
Luckily, you’ve got enough juice left in those headphones that, by the time the bus arrives, you’re able to make it most of the way through Sensory Amusia‘s Breed Death. As the bus pulls up, the title track comes on. You can practically taste the bourbon at home, and as the grinding riffs swirl upon you, you realize you’re alone. It’s just you and the driver, who’s got a lead foot—you’re almost there.
Buoyed by hardcore riffage, churning breakdowns and from-the-bowels squeals, you feel the burdens of the day lift from your shoulders. You look up the band’s name—”inability to appreciate or interpret musical sounds,” says the dictionary. You laugh. Among the pulverizing blasts and chaotic solos that flit from ear to ear, you feel the wrinkles of your brain sanded away. The track’s final chugggging breakdown and layered vocal assault obliterate any remaining sense you had of why you needed that job in the first place. Have Carrie figure out her own shit. It’s Microsoft Office, for Chrissake.
The bus drops you off. It’s a soggy walk to your building. From somewhere, you hear a sickened voice:
“Breed Death is about a disgust for the worst side of humanity. It’s the negative and hateful feelings you suppress deep inside in order to function and live a normal life. We wanted to unleash the beast. Our previous releases In Extremis and Bereavement were about the fragility of life and death and later accepting and living with death—inspired by our personal experiences. Breed Death is the final hell, portrayed through a fictitious character’s slowly decaying mind.”
Who needs a job anyway? You put on Human Centipede and turn the volume up as high as it can go.
Time for another run through “Breed Death,” you think. By the end of it, you won’t even be employable at Arby’s. You let the Aussies’ serpentine riffage wash your cares, your personality, your very human urges away. You feel the death breeding in your bones.
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Bleed Death is out May 27 on Bandcamp via Lacerated Enemy Records.
