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Superjoint Ritual A Lethal Dose of American Hatred By Sefany Jones, Contributing Editor Saturday, July 26, 2003 @ 3:09 PM
I was very influential in their lives (so they say)/ And when I lost my mind They followed me through multiple deaths The destruction of a person/ Builds character/ Invisible There we were on the floor/ Slumped over and sliding downward With syringes hanging out of our arms/ Another night, anyway we could… I said, ‘Tust me, trust me, trust me, trust me, trust me…’” “Personal Insult” fucking rages with animosity for those who harbor hatred towards Americans: “A holy war you will get/ You can get/ Jihad is a joke Fight us/ The American citizens/ The most pissed off motherfuckers in the world!” The guitar riffs on that are just intense and the song as a whole... it just shreds with a militant gouging. And never ones to shy away from saying exactly what they mean, “Dress Like a Target” seems to be aimed at the media who “sucks up” and “The Horror,” although it barely spans a minute and only contains five lines, is presumed to acknowledge AIDS, or at least STDs: “The horror is the virus/ (It travels faster)/ One short fuck does the trick.” I suppose you’ll have to deduce your own theory there. “Stealing a Page or Two From Armed & Radical Pagans” and “The Knife Rises” are most likely to be the fist-pumpers at a show, as they are pretty much the only ones that you can keep up with the lyrics! “Symbol of Nevermore” slows things down a bit, with a two-minute instrumental interlude. “Absorbed” exceeds all expectations. This track will make you want to fight, fuck, break shit, throw things across the room… It’s got this super-sexy, lackadaisical skipping riffage soaked in monster vocals. Slightly more than halfway through the song, bassist III drones on for two minutes with this sultry, train-chugging bass riff, repeating over and over. I imagine they could use this to open their live sets with… that throbbing, demonic bass line pummeling through the dimly-lit smoke, an occasional light flickering across the stage, briefly illuminating their silhouettes just before they give in to the climactic stench of malice and burst onstage with sensory-annihilating, mind-bending brutality. There is not one bad song on this album. It’s an amazing blend of crushing tracks that stand apart from one another. If the “destruction of a person builds character,” then I hope Phil & Co. continue to passionately loathe all inequalities and injustices in this world, because it makes for one hardcore, psychotically heavy, intelligently written monster soundtrack for all of us with that deep-seeded aggression sitting at the pit of our souls. * * * * *
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