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Crypts are Steve Snere, Bryce Brown and Nick Bartoletti
The long, slow demise of rock music has endured endless death throes, but the self-titled debut album by Crypts seems to clearly seal its fate while heralding the arrival of something far more vibrant and downright dangerous. The Seattle based dark electronic trio blends thick, hazy drone and synth noise with chopped-up hip hop rhythms, forsaking guitars in favor of more unique and sinister sounds.
Vocalist Steve Snere, former frontman of chaotic punk revisionists These Arms Are Snakes, brings a snarling urgency to the songs, while programmer Bryce Brown blasts out an aural assault of horror show noise, subsonic bass and skittering rhythms. Meanwhile, visual artist Nick Bartoletti creates a total environment of light and video projections for the band's live experience as well as its decidedly nihilistic aesthetic. It's an all-out attack on the senses that comes across as fresh and invigorating as the early days of punk.
"I needed a change of pace, to take myself out of the guitar-based rock world," says vocalist Steve Snere. "And the three of us wanted to experiment to find a sound that we wanted to hear." The result is the intense, occasionally bleak, yet endlessly enthralling debut album. Comparisons range from Wolf Eyes meets Christian Death to Skinny Puppy playing Dizzee Rascal. But these touch points seem to only scratch the surface of the snarling beast within Crypts.
The album was engineered with Erik Blood (Shabazz Palaces), building upon basics recorded by Brown on Pro-Tools to which the band added live instruments. Most of the sounds were generated on home-built and modified equipment. Live, the band uses a homemade sound-reactive video device for its startling visuals. "We play everything live, there's no loops," Brown explains. "It's not a lot of button-pushing. Nick runs visuals live, while also playing synths. It's more like a rock band in a live setting."
Crypts opens with the fittingly titled Completely Fucked, awash with slithering John Carpenter soundtrack synths oozing over galloping drum machine beats and synthetic handclaps. Nearly buried beneath the din, Snere moans and wails, building to a screaming crescendo like a maniac. And, with a choked growl, the song ends just barely over 2-minutes, launching into the hip-hop beat and almost bubbly-sounding keyboards of Daft. Elsewhere, the trio lean into The Cure's Pornography-era gloom-pop (Territories) and dark, anthemic hooks (Bloods). Throughout, it's a vastly energetic, albeit downright depraved sounding album thanks to Snere's effectively dramatic and versatile vocals and the band's innovative collision of musical aesthetics.
Crypts released on LP, CD and download via Sargent House on September 4, 2012.
http://sargenthouse.com/Crypts
Bloods
Crypts Lyrics
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Up the height of the mountain
At the head of the stream
I begin the blood fountain
With a slice to the throat
The river starts to flow
Body after body
Drained for my children's growth
The river of blood
Where they come to feast
The river of blood
From caves they scurry
The river of blood
They bathe in its streams
The river of blood
Sustenance they need
These deformed creatures
Emerging to the scent
To some they may be demons
But they are all of my children
I end their torment
With the blood of the dead
I even push the bodies in
And let them feast on the flesh
The river of blood
Where they come to feast
The river of blood
From caves they scurry
The river of blood
They bathe in its streams
The river of blood
Sustenance they need
May the river run red
With the blood of the dead
Let these creatures feast
As the blood runs down the mountain
The river of blood
Where they come to feast
The river of blood
From caves they scurry
The river of blood
They bathe in its streams
The river of blood
Sustenance they need
The river of blood
The river of blood
The river of blood
The river of blood
The lyrics of Crypts's song Bloods relay a disturbing story of a person who drags dead bodies up a mountain to create a river of blood. The song talks about the person slicing the throat of the dead bodies, and using the blood to create a "fountain" and a "river" for their children to feed on. The person sees the deformed creatures emerging to the scent of the blood as their children, and they bathe and feast on it for sustenance.
The song narrates about the ending of the torment of the deformed creatures by using the blood of the dead bodies, and allowing the creatures to feast on their flesh. The person is in a trance-like state as they continue to push bodies into the river to keep their children fed. The lyrics of Bloods showcase themes of obsession, detachment from reality, and the lengths people can go for their loved ones, even at the expense of others.
Overall, the lyrics of Bloods are meant to be disturbing and unsettling, but they also invite interpretations about the lengths of some people's love and obsession, and the deadly consequences that can follow.
Line by Line Meaning
I drag the ripe bodies
I carry the dead, ready to be sacrificed.
Up the height of the mountain
I ascend to the highest peak.
At the head of the stream
I stand at the beginning of the river.
I begin the blood fountain
I start the flow of blood.
With a slice to the throat
I cut the necks to let the blood out.
The river starts to flow
The blood begins to pour.
Body after body
One after another, I sacrifice them.
Drained for my children's growth
I give my children the blood they need to survive.
The river of blood
The stream flowing with blood.
Where they come to feast
The place where my children gather to eat.
From caves they scurry
They come out of their hiding places to join the feast.
They bathe in its streams
They revel in the blood, using it to cleanse themselves.
Sustenance they need
Blood is their only nourishment.
These deformed creatures
My offspring, though not beautiful, are my children.
Emerging to the scent
They are drawn by the smell of the blood.
To some they may be demons
Some may view them as evil spirits.
But they are all of my children
They are mine, and I love them.
I end their torment
I put an end to their suffering.
With the blood of the dead
I bring my children the sustenance they require by sacrificing others.
I even push the bodies in
I throw the corpses into the river to let them be consumed.
And let them feast on the flesh
They will consume the meat along with drinking the blood.
May the river run red
I hope that the blood will flow freely.
With the blood of the dead
The river is filled with the blood of my sacrifices.
Let these creatures feast
Allow my children to eat.
As the blood runs down the mountain
The river flows from the high point of the mountain.
The river of blood
The stream that runs red.
The river of blood
The river the creatures come to feast at.
The river of blood
The stream that they use to bathe in.
The river of blood
The river that gives my offspring the necessary sustenance.
The river of blood
The stream which is everything they need.
Lyrics © DistroKid
Written by: Marco Ieritano
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