January 2011
format: limited cd & digital
label: control freak records
Welcome back control.org from hiatus with their latest offering "degenerate". There are no hidden agendas here, just dirty south gothic house music continuing the control.org tradition of honest low tech electronic dance music with industrial/techno/synthpop/ebm flavours.
.: tracklist :.
01 spiral
02 countdown to corruption lyrics
03 thought control lyrics
04 pending hope
05 greed surplus
06 prophetic lyrics
07 degenerate lyrics
08 analogue killer lyrics
09 fish out of water lyrics
10 accelerate lyrics
11 sonnet lyrics
12 man of sin lyrics
13 degenerate (c2.control.org mix)
Mildly counterintuitively, the best way to help us in getting more music together and released is to use one of these here links and purchase a digital download from systems we manage.
the limited run of this release will be only 50 numbered cds from our own control freak records. Prices include worldwide shipping. Package includes badges, stickers etc!
Limited Physical CD World. US$18.50 shipped
Limited Physical CD New Zealand NZ$18.50 shipped
.: events [booking now]:.
02 April | Angels and Demons Masquerade giveaways | Lakewood, OH
05 Feb 2011 | Elektroshock release party | Baltimore, MD
03 Feb 2011 | Resurrection release party | Manchester, NH
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Chain D.L.K.
"'Degenerate' is still inspired by crafty Electropop music out of the mid-90s, which allows classic EBM-like structures to take a free slot in the global concept. This album quite often varies in its style and ranges from smoother, more Synthpop-driven tracks to more classic EBM-related efforts."more" -Marc Tater
COMA Music Magazine
"Music and vocals work well together, neither outweighing the other, and unlike many dance-oriented projects, the songs are long enough to create a groove while not being overly lengthy to become repetitive.more" -William Dashiell Hammett
Brutal Resonance
"What I really enjoy with Control.org's album 'Degenerate' is that it sounds a bit different than everything else I usually have to review.more" -Patrik Lindstrom
Grave Concerns
"In terms of who Control.org sound like for a comparison, there isn't really anyone that springs to mind, they have a quite distinctive sound, and deserve praise for finding their own way to do things in the face of a scene that is increasingly thriving on its own stereotypes...more" -Steve Fearon
.: control.org thanks :.
the pre-orderers!
freezeframereality.org
badgebandit.com
backscattermedia.com
olivia wilde (mmm)
the drugs and speed of a consumer whore
deludes us all so numbing
false hope to live like this forever
never saw this coming
where's the digital messiah
a saviour for the raver who never wakes up
where is the pariah
a disease to appease unpoetic demise
the empty games of a media slut
worship to the status
you're a cog in the wheel of metrics
a friends list does not make us
a battle online is not a battle at all
in the world beyond your sofa
false hope to live like this forever
your luxury is hopeless
from control.org | degenerate 2011
http://control.org
build me up manufacture a need
break me down can't afford my own greed
maintain delusion everything is OK
live on the backs of others there'll be hell to pay
DEGENERATE to corporations you pray
DEGENERATE shut up and do what I say
DEGENERATE unravel society
DEGENERATE bleeding hypocracy
fill me up with off the shelf vanity
take away connections to humanity
form over function make it so easy
destroy the planet who cares it isn't me
can't wake up from consumer haze
tie me down medicate and entertain
no mirror to acknowledge that more is less
degenerate complete my world's a fucking mess
DEGENERATE amuse yoursel fto death
DEGENERATE it's me and not the rest
DEGENERATE fucking inane
DEGENERATE your vestigial brain
DEGENERATE amuse yourseld to death
DEGENERATE think the worst is the best
DEGENERATE fucking inane
DEGENERATE your vestigial brain
from control.org | degenerate 2011
http://control.org
the rain is full of ghosts tonight
pressing their faces against my eyes
and their voices against my ears
they seem to know all of my fears
and remind me that i am weak
here i am cold and alone
like a lonely tree in winter's frost
springtime's shade will not find me
nothing gained but so much lost
and in my heart stirs a quiet pain
a monster cannot be satisfied
my own tears vanish in the rain
i come to this crossroads again and again and again
why do i go on
chorus
what my lips have kissed they cannot speak
in what arms i have lain can never touch
my skin is gray the summer song is done
its lease gone to date
and the season like my fate
has been cut to a single thread
chorus
based on Sonnet XLIII by Edna St. Vincent Millay
from control.org | degenerate 2011
http://control.org
i'm the analogue killer a digital dream
capturing your voice no one will hear you scream
forget dialogue i'll eat your analogue
do the work for me with complacency
i've a template to replace your identity
there's no cost when you feed me idefinately
a killer application for overstimulation
drop me a bell you can txt me from hell
ignore looking back as a way to move ahead
killing faster than it heals bring out your dead
trade voltage regulation for a binary equation
1 + you = zer0
digital world digital tools
simplify existence for the digital fools
there's more to life than increasing its speed
i'm the analogue killer surrender to me
i'm the analogue killer deleting your mind
target organic systems with my massive killfile
hide behind links rather than think
masking your disgrace with a flashy interface
it's easy to ignore i'm the master of diversion
follow all the prompts to complete your conversion
a killer application for overstimulation
transcend this situation i'll import more replacements
chorus
"there's more to life than increasing its speed" - Mohandas Karamchand Gandhi
from control.org | degenerate 2011
http://control.org
fish out of water
antonio(a.mcnelly) & juan(j.taylor) 1995/2010
I know that I look like you
Flesh over bone, with a heart
And I know that you recognise me
And my face didn't give you a start
But there's some difference
Some meaning between us that keeps us apart
I forget that it's true
my fingerprints and smudges Remind of glass that appears
sometimes I feel like a fish out of water
the ocean depths my only friend
hiding me from certain danger
I turn to solitude again
& when I feel there's nothing left
the ocean mist draws near
it's not so much I'm on new ground
perhaps it's me I fear
I am afraid to get too close
Old hurts heal so slow
I feel myself acting the part
of a functioning human man
with no good medicine
I need the touch and closeness
But in my tries to be normal
I feel so clumsy My fingers too numb to hold a hand
man of sin
antonio(a.mcnelly) & juan(j.taylor) 2010
one raw nerve plucked endlessly
the song pumped up against my ear
i have nothing left to give
a flood of tears you cannot conceive
outcast, Im undone
i have nothing left to see
am a the man of sin? I can't begin to know
my compassion is true but does not always show
an empty shell have i done well? somebody answer
i've been to the end of the point that I do not know
voice too loud breaking glass
the sound of gravel smoker's voice
i have nothing left to say
a pair of soft hands crush hard things
stone or flesh the blood's the same
i have nothing more to feel
the stale sweat that sears my sight
does not cleanse but burns my skin
is there nothing left to touch
all i taste is dirt and sand
swallows stop against the heat
slowly starving affection is that my reflection
i'm an open wound count my bones
sinners with no sin have thrown their stones
both ends of my candle burned
40 days and 40 nights
the devil comes at early light
was my purpose served
countdown to insanity
devoid of your humanity
all self control is lost
its assimilation at any cost
forcefed individuals
placated by chemicals
body and pride gorge and burst
the glass is full and still you thirst
desensitise humanity
through misplaced spirituallity
grinding down unto your knees
and pay for all that should be free
relegating decency
thru degenerating history
its a long long way to see
escape from this indignity
countdown to asphyxiate
away from logic gravitate
step on all perceived below
they reap the poison that your sow
trained to be blind and just consum
no thought of the source until your doom
think before you do and do before you think theres only you
desensitise humanity
thru misplaced spirituallity
grinding down unto your knees
and pay for all that should be free
relegating decency
thru degenerating history
its a long long way to see
escape from this indignity
coundown to insanity
desensitise humanity
countdown to asphyxiate
belief you can manipulate
countdown to corruption
enlightenment or destruction
shake the shackles from your soul
strike a balance with the whole
mending wounds learn from the scars
avoiding voices that are
relegating decency
thru degenerating history
its a long long way to see
escape from this indignity
1000 eyes stare at me
1000 tongues prick my skin
sweat whets the fear
i can't control my thinking
swift slick and slippery
like fish in my hand
lobotomise...circumsise..customise
holding my head to keep my sanity in
suicide...deicide...matricide
myself is lost i don't knwo where to begin
i met my other selves
on a backwards staircase they laugh and point
left breain right brain shattered
a marionette all out of joint
i cannot reason or set it straight
thought control is beyond me
that vans been there for days
eyes behind shades
measuring my body
my fate is sealed
subconcious downloaded
into the waking world
conscious delerium
murderous...torturous...envious
vertigo visions churning sea
mutate...deviate...contemplate
my reflection's gone from the mirror
from control.org | degenerate 2011
http://control.org
