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Formed: 1997
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As simply as the words slip off the lips of an imperative rock critic, their force can send shivers of dread down the spine of any aspiring musician, circulate waves of disapproval amongst listeners, and ultimately set the tone for a band’s future as they know it. It’s called the “Sophomore Slump,” and in the uncertain world of the music industry, it can become the definitive moment in a band’s career; A moment that can either unravel to an untimely demise for a group, or if conquered, prove not only a maturity or growth in their sound, but a promise for success to come.
Dead Poetic has assertively opted for the latter. As the quintet prepares for the follow-up release to their debut album, “Four Wall Blackmail,” with their astoundingly more mature work entitled, “New Medicines,” the band has no chance of being caught in the depths of any slump at all. Instead, their straightforward hard rock stylings are sure to encompass listeners with their energy and colossal sound, and leave any doubts of sophomore success in their past.
“I think that ‘New Medicines’ is the type of album that we wanted to create for our first album, but we weren’t there musically yet,” explains guitarist, Zach Miles. Lead vocalist Brandon Rike expands, “I also think it’s an example of a band with a lot of potential, still trying to find their niche. This record completely blows the other record away, in our opinion. This record shows a confident band that has found their niche.”
Not that their previous effort need be discredited. Released in June 2002, “Four Wall Blackmail,” recorded by the band just out of high school, has garnered not only an instant fan base, but critical acclaim for their single “August Winterman,” which received MTV2 attention with the release of its video. And with that success grew touring opportunities with some of their most prominent influences like Zao, Stavesacre and Project 86.
Still, with “New Medicines,” starts a fresh beginning. With their foundation built strongly from their previous achievements, Dead Poetic has ventured to evolve as well. Adding an additional member, guitarist Todd Osborn has not only pushed them creatively, but improved the depth of their sound as well. The band previously being penned in the hardcore genre is now breaking free with a true defining of their sound: full-blown, guitar-driven rock masterpieces.
“We’ve never felt comfortable anywhere in the ‘hardcore’ genre,” Rike says. “It was more of a genre people threw us into based on our record label and the shows we played. We’re all lovers of good, heavy rock-n-roll. We grew up on Nirvana, Helmet and Green Day. We have no desire to be labeled anything other than hard rock-n-roll.”
But one label they should be ready to take is that of a promising, up and coming band with a new found confidence and determination for their future. Effortlessly leaping over any hurdle so many bands falter on in their second release, Dead Poetic is proving that in searching for the prescription for the Sophomore Slump, “New Medicines” is the cure so many bands look for, but aren’t lucky enough to find.
-Amanda MacKinnon
(Tooth and Nail Records)
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Four Wall Blackmail
"Burgundy"
Desperately waiting on something that's
more than nothing.
I've been here forever waiting just to see
your hands.
If you hear me cry, It's just something
I'm always doing.
Desperately waiting this wait, I hope
it'll be over soon.
Cry
When you cried, when you died
When you told me you'd open my eyes
When you cried, when you died
When you told me you'd open my eyes
Desperately waiting on something that's
more than nothing.
Burgundy blood pouring over my head, it's
so warm.
I've been here forever basking in this
lonely river.
I'm desperately waiting on you. I hope
it'll be over soon.
Cry
When you cried, when you died
When you told me you'd open my eyes
When you cried, when you died
When you told me you'd open my eyes
I believed you.
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Replys
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Listener
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"The Corporate Enthusiast"
The corporate beast has got me. I've
fallen in the trap.
This beast it feeds on me. I'm never
coming back.
You've sucked the truth out of me.
Abolished honesty.
I can't escape, it's got me.
Independence dying slowly.
Welcome to the Machine
Welcome to the Machine
It's eating me alive.
Welcome to the Machine
Welcome to the Machine
Sell out your life or die.
In pursuit of your polished altars, you dream
in presidents.
Sell your god, sell your faith, and market
prices rising fast.
I never asked for this. My intentions were
pure.
I never meant to enlist in the corporate
music war.
Welcome to the Machine
Welcome to the Machine
It's eating me alive.
Welcome to the Machine
Welcome to the Machine
Sell out your life or die.
Your world is painted mint green.
You believe green is everything.
This machine has taken me away.
This machine has got me.
The corporate beast has got me. I've
fallen in the trap.
This beast it feeds on me. I'm never
coming back.
Welcome to the Machine
Welcome to the Machine
It's eating me alive.
Welcome to the Machine
Welcome to the Machine
Sell out your life or die.
| hellz_hunny |
"A Green Desire"
I want to see your eyes. The light, the
tunnel.
I need to feel your love. This fight, my
struggle.
Which hand should I cut off? My life in
shambles.
I'll lose my life right here. But what
for, I'm coming home.
And I will meet you (there)
I'm heading nowhere fast. I need your
hands.
Which breath will be my last? It's gone,
my past.
Love with a broken heart. I'm here alone.
I'm getting taken away. I hope you're
coming soon.
And I will meet you (there)
Grab my hand and take me home.
Will you be there to grab my hand and take me
away?
I want to see your eyes.
I need to feel your love.
Which hand should I cut off?
I'll lose my life right here.
| hellz_hunny |
"Four Wall Blackmail"
These four walls have seen the worst of me.
They're bleeding confession, but
they'll never speak.
These four walls have seen the life I truly
lead.
They're crying depression. They're weak
in the knees.
Right on the floor.
Please walls, stay quiet
Reputation is on the line.
Please God, stay quiet.
Don't let them know you're watching me
die.
Falling down.
The waves are crashing in on me again.
Falling down.
The walls are closing in on me again.
Falling down.
The waves are crashing in on me again.
Falling down.
I feel the weight, I feel the weight again.
And If you open up your heart you'll see
I'm only human. Let me be me.
And if you could open up your heart you'll
see
This wasn't my intent. I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
Right on the floor.
Please walls, stay quiet
Reputation is on the line.
Please God, stay quiet.
Don't let them know you're watching me
die.
Falling down.
The waves are crashing over me again.
Falling down.
The walls are closing in on me again.
Falling down.
The waves are crashing in on me again.
Falling down.
I feel the weight, I feel the weight again.
Right on the floor.
| hellz_hunny |
"August Winterman"
And If I could teach the world to be..
I'd teach them all to be something just
like me.
Frustrated, bitter, depressing.
Perfect - As if my wings were like yours
But I'm falling down.
And if you could hold your tongue long
enough..
You'd see that all I am is love, but I
don't like me.
I despise me.
Perfect - As if my wings were like yours
But I'm falling down.
Perfect - As if my wings were like yours
But I'm falling down.
It's a disease they'll never have a
cure for.
You're the only way to dry my eyes.
It's a disease, they'll never have a
cure.
But I'm the on whose wrong. I'm the one
who cries.
It's a disease, they'll never have a
cure for.
It's a disease, they'll never have a
cure.
But I'm the on whose wrong. I'm the one
who cries.
I cry - I despise me.
| hellz_hunny |
"Ollie Otson"
I see your eyes x-ray my insides.
You're screaming death to me, waiting for
me to die.
I see your eyes x-ray my insides.
The rockstar autopsy. You need what used to
be.
I see your eyes x-ray my insides.
A stubborn glance, a chance to watch me all
unwind
I see your eyes x-ray my insides
I wish you'd grab my hand 'cause
we're falling fast.
You and me - looks like the last time we hold
hands.
I want you back.
I need you back.
I see your eyes x-ray my insides.
This pedestal for me is getting way too high
I see your eyes x-ray my insides.
So either watch me fall or watch me die
I see your eyes x-ray my insides.
A stubborn glance, a chance to watch me all
unwind
I see your eyes x-ray my insides.
I wish I had your hand, 'cause we're
falling fast.
You and me - looks like the last time we hold
hands.
I want you back.
I need you back.
X-ray my inside.
'Cause we're falling fast.
Looks like the last time we hold hands.
Looks like the last time we hold hands.
Looks like the last time.
Looks like the last time.
| hellz_hunny |
"Bliss Tearing Eyes"
'Cause you bleed all the time.
The pieces of a broken heart are wasted
time.
And I can't forgive myself for all the
things I've done.
But you, you do.
Bleed one more time for me.
'Cause my heart is filled with
loneliness.
And this world is filled with loneliness.
Bleed one more time for me.
'Cause the struggles of this world are
blistering. Blistering.
Your cells run through my veins.
The times you lifted a dead man. That's me
again.
And I can't forgive myself for all the
things I've done.
But you, you do.
Bleed one more time for me.
'Cause my heart is filled with
loneliness.
And this world is filled with loneliness.
Bleed one more time for me.
'Cause the struggles of this world are
blistering.
Bleed one more time for me.
'Cause the struggles of this world are
blistering. Blistering.
'Cause you bleed all the time
| hellz_hunny |
"Stereo Child"
(Your tradition)
I'm getting so sick of creating this music
to please you
The way it used to be is the very thing that
blinds you.
That's why you can't see my God move
'Cause this is not then, and I'm not
like you.
(Damnation)
Your excuse for good advice. Their mouths are
wide, but you feed them lies
(Reputation)
You're full of indecency. You are exactly
the portrait they painted you to be.
Stereo Child
That's why you can't see my God move
'Cause this is not then, and I'm not
like you.
You refuse to speak, and they'll listen.
But I won't be predicted.
I won't be your stereo.
I won't be predicted, never.
| hellz_hunny |
"Arlington Arms"
I watch the walls fall down on Suburbia.
Land of the free, home of the self-enslaved.
On you.
I watched them bleed, I watched them fall to
their face.
I watched them scream as they pray for a
taste.
Of you. (Watching the walls fall down)
But I won't fall on the knife that killed
the American dream.
So let us grieve at the fall of Suburbia.
The dreams we've made are shoved in the
face
Of you.
So get a taste of what was meant to be.
Fall in the waste of what was meant to be
For you. (Watching the walls fall down)
But I won't fall on the knife that killed
the American dream.
Watching the walls fall down.
I watch the walls fall down on Suburbia.
Land of the free, home of the self-enslaved.
On you.
I watched them bleed, I watched them fall to
their face.
I watched them scream as they pray for a
taste.
Of you. (Watching the walls fall down)
Watching the walls fall down.
| hellz_hunny |
"Arlington Arms"
I watch the walls fall down on Suburbia.
Land of the free, home of the self-enslaved.
On you.
I watched them bleed, I watched them fall to
their face.
I watched them scream as they pray for a
taste.
Of you. (Watching the walls fall down)
But I won't fall on the knife that killed
the American dream.
So let us grieve at the fall of Suburbia.
The dreams we've made are shoved in the
face
Of you.
So get a taste of what was meant to be.
Fall in the waste of what was meant to be
For you. (Watching the walls fall down)
But I won't fall on the knife that killed
the American dream.
Watching the walls fall down.
I watch the walls fall down on Suburbia.
Land of the free, home of the self-enslaved.
On you.
I watched them bleed, I watched them fall to
their face.
I watched them scream as they pray for a
taste.
Of you. (Watching the walls fall down)
Watching the walls fall down.
| hellz_hunny | thanks for bliss tearing eyes......i love
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