The Communion / Compound Terror 7"

by The Communion / Compound Terror

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Canadian West Coast grind meets United States East Coast grind. COMPOUND TERROR are from Victoria, BC and play somewhat DISCORDANCE AXIS-style grind and feature an ex-member of ISKRA. THE COMMUNION are from Bethpage, NY and toss various styles of grind into each song.

JSN005 / MNS004

credits

released May 8, 2009

The Communion:

Nick - vocals
Billy - guitar
Lee - guitar
Jimmy - bass
Scott - drums

Recorded and mixed by Gary Gennaro
Co-produced by Gary Gennaro and The Communion

Thanks: Midnight Sea, Just Say No!, Compound Terror, and Gary Gennaro

Compound Terror:

Scott - drums
Kevin - guitars
Jamie - vocals and noise

Recorded, mixed, and mastered at the Terror Compound Nov. 2008 thru Jan. 2009

Thanks: The Communion, Midnight Sea Records, Just Say No! Records, Erin for the gasmask art and putting up with our noise, Ron/Griefer, Mike Sherman/Sherman Guitars, Black Raven Records, Bubba, Dax-on, Gord/Kill Bomb Records, Cody/Creepcore Records, Absolute Underground, and anyone who has put us on shows, played with us or helped us in any way.

Artwork from the internet.
Layout by Taylor Geddes.

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Track Name: The Communion - Recovering Vigilante
It's hard to vegetate without meats to gnaw. A numb wash-out just below "recluse". Ghost-tamped sands... gnarled melodies from wire in hands that are pre-occupied with the thin air between furniture and the well-aged dirt our eruptions have petrified... Form enriched by splatter-film possibility. Wormed cores convinced by the canes that they're something sweetly. Bleach will be exchanged. The masochist hushed by conquering voyeurs. Grindhouse heroines writhe before the drill-bit, glazed in the syrup our jaws invoke.
Track Name: The Communion - Mecha Horripilation
Glossolalia in brail. Rabbits suspended behind a butcher shop window in front of a busy playground. Every other belly about a face, though no heads share the front. Cri du chat implosion in the bone-voids beneath taped-luggage torsos. Cattlegun firing squads airhole the upturned gurney.