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Sean Martin - guitar
Chris Beattie - bass
Matt Byrne - drums
They've written some of the most punishing riffs in history, shared stages with everyone from Ozzy to Murphy's Law and sold over 200,000 records, with virtually no promotion, prior to lan |
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Jamey Jasta - vox
Sean Martin - guitar
Chris Beattie - bass
Matt Byrne - drums
They've written some of the most punishing riffs in history, shared stages with everyone from Ozzy to Murphy's Law and sold over 200,000 records, with virtually no promotion, prior to landing a major label deal. They've demolished recording studios, laid waste to hotel rooms and laid down the details of some truly hard times.
But make no mistake about it. Hatebreed isn't a band. It's a movement.
When they hit the road with iconic bands like Slayer or Murphy's Law, when they're featured in the pages of a slick magazine, or when a kid sees frontman Jamey Jasta hosting MTV2's newly resurrected "Headbanger's Ball," it's an epic moment for an entire community. And that's because Hatebreed isn't just representing themselves - they're championing an international family of friends, bands, promoters, fanzines and kids. Hatebreed are the standard-bearer for a burgeoning underground hardcore scene: war-painted heroes charging forward into the mainstream with a pack of screaming soldiers behind them. Hatebreed is the collective voice of "the others" - the downtrodden, the dispossessed- holding the torch aloft for everyone who has ever been cast aside.
"Kids come up to me at every show, all over the world - even in places where English isn't the first language," Jamey says. "I had kids in Greece crying, holding my hand, saying, 'I feel like you're my brother.' Kids have our lyrics tattooed on their bodies all over the world." The same kind of solidarity teenage headbangers experienced in early thrash, the sweaty catharsis punks embraced in Black Flag, today it lives and breathes in this band.
"When I was a kid listening to records, that really was an escape for me," Jamey explains. "I don't really like to get too deep into personal stuff lyrically, but I get into it enough where it feels like anyone can interpret it the way they want to, and also feel what I'm going through. They feel the rage and the aggression that I want to get out during that particular song. The music allows me to talk about it as much as I want to, publicly, and get that closure. And reach other kids who rely on the music to get them through, just like I have - basically to try to give back what I have been given. And being able to do all that is the most rewarding thing."
Hatebreed wrote 'The Rise Of Brutality,' their much-anticipated follow-up to last year's acclaimed 'Perseverance,' the same way they crafted their first demo in Connecticut nearly ten years ago - gathering in a basement and jamming, narrowing it down to just over thirty minutes of passionate, sing-along ready musical exorcism. "The first time we jammed out 'Live for This' and I sang it, I got chills," Jasta reports. "I could just picture 4000 kids at Hellfest or Ozzfest just singing every word."
The band was determined to turn a corner with 'The Rise Of Brutality' and yet equally intent on doing so without compromising or letting anyone down. The end result is an album that is filled with as many meditations on betrayal, bitterness and anger as calls for unity, solidarity and struggle. "I'm never gonna be without something to sing about," promises Jasta. "People say to me all the time, 'What do you have to be so angry about?' It's never gonna be totally good. That's life. There's always going to be negative and positive. That's what our records represent. For every 'Live for This,' there's a 'Doomsayer' or a 'Call for Blood.'"
On this album, Sean's guitars are more punishing than ever, Matt pummels his drums with heretofore un-charted abandon and Beattie's bass lines rhythmically snake a path across any moshpit's floor. Jasta's throaty Molotov cocktails are barked more clearly than ever,"The vocals are a little bit lower and the approach a little bit more in your face and maniacal," he says "I also tried to enunciate more." He adds, "We wanted to make this one a little more brutal than 'Perseverance' but at the same time catchier. It's a good balance." The band streamlined every song into a savagely potent, surgically precise and ferociously driving anthem without losing one drop of the band's trademark bile. Conjuring walls of devastatingly crunching guitars and savage steamroller rhythms, the band mastered a formula that includes the best parts of death metal, thrash-punk and New York City style hardcore - something akin to Sick of It All in a backyard brawl with Slayer.
Hatebreed's particular brand of 'balance' means Jamey having to juggle leading a band, managing several up-and-coming acts, hosting a show for MTV, raising a family, running a label imprint and booking shows. It's baffling how they can still find time to provide that much needed voice to their constituency, but they do. As "You're Never Alone" proudly declared, "this is for the kids who heave nowhere to turn." "I had people within my closest circle of friends, when I played them that song, say to me, 'don't you think that's a little cheesy dude?'" Jamey says. "But that's how I feel. I don't care who thinks it's cheesy." "I was one of those kids, when my father was locked away in the hospital and my mother was working at night, that's what I did. I listened to hardcore."
"I know there are a lot of kids that don't have problems and they like Hatebreed, too," he concludes. "I'm just trying to make music that's fulfilling to me, but I definitely consider the people that rely on this stuff to maybe just get them through a traffic jam, or get them through a hard time, or maybe just give 'em a half-hour of enjoyment."
'The Rise Of Brutality' clocks in at 32 solid minutes of enjoyment, to be exact - as brief as many of the band's favorite records from iconic bands in the heavy music lexicon - Slayer's "Reign in Blood" chief among them. And like the road dogs they've proven to be, Hatebreed plans to take their latest musical sermon to the masses. "Now is the time" for their style of music, and as more and more bands from their 'scene' continue to bubble up from the underground, they look to Hatebreed. They are the band whose leadership, passion and indestructible credibility sets the right example for fans and friends alike.
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Under The Knife (2000)
1. Filth
I won't celebrate your
genocide and I won't consume
your lies, and you cannot
deny how your selfish ways
kill and ruin innocent
lives, people have been
exploited, people have been
killed, humanity has been raped
and still I see no cure. I won't
consume your filth. Filth is what
you know, filth is what you
consume, filth is all you know,
I'm gonna take you out.
I can justify your suffering,
can you justify theirs?
You degrade and destroy
life as we know it to profit
at any cost. I won't consume!
I won't take part! I cannot and
I won't, I won't consume your filth!
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2. Kill An Addict
You've made excuses
for the fucked up things
you've done but everyone's
heard them before, your
lying and stealing to feed
your addictions won't be
tolerated anymore. I tried
to help you but you spit in
my face, so now you're on
your own I see your life
slipping away, you brought
it on yourself . . . GO! Those
I've hated are the ones I've
held so close, and those who
use betrayal will be the
ones to suffer, the ones to suffer
the most | riff_master |
3. Not One Truth
Living as we rot, Showered with shadows of
dreams devoured. Our souls
descend into endless seas of sin. There's
no turning back. No repenting, no
remorse. Hate stricken creation. I realize in
this world.
[chorus x2]
There is not one truth cast into stone.
Only lies cast into flames. It's time to
burn. Burn alive. Burn at the stake. Our eyes
crystal clear, our bodies
frozen with fear, and there's nothing to
save us now from endless suffering
and solitude. We've lost the chance to
save this dying world. So we pay the
price, of which no one can afford. This is
our last breath. The first in a
world of misery. There is nothing left. Only
the lies in this world. | riff_master |
4. Puritan
Bastard cries, feed the fire.
The burning desire to rob human life.
In this world full of fear of the unknown.
Twisting the perception of the weak.
Lying to progress.
Only achieving greed.
Seated behind the sun.
Myths bleed into one.
Searching for a saviour to
lead us through this life.
Where our sanity is undone.
Killing against our will.
Killing for the bastard maker.
The fairy tale.
The non existent.
Salvation so bittersweet the
taste brought fear to our tongues.
Preying on the weak.
Fatherless creation encased
in the depths of humanity.
They continue to rape and call
it purity.
I will not bow down because of out past.
I see now mankind was not meant to last. | riff_master |
5. Severed
Sorrow filled days of disease,
the faceless shadows arise.
The fear once among the lust,
now reflects creations demise.
So to the idols wait for the
impending doom, under a godless sky,
yet we walk
on further atop the broken glass.
For our feet will heal but our
souls stay doused.
With humanity's blood, await the
crucifixion, no one is forgiven,
everything precious lost.
Sanctified to God, carved into
our souls, carved into our past,
our lives severed
Our lives remain severed | riff_master |
6. Smash Your Enemies
I hope I'm alive.
To witness your demise.
Make you feel my sorrow.
Encompass all my pain.
That I've felt for years.
Dreading each dying day.
Hanging by a thread.
On the edge of my sanity.
When I wake up the real nightmare begins.
Will I make through my time
in living hell?
Do I possess the strength to
smash my fears into the ground?
I've tried to be strong.
I've tried to overcome but
I don't think I possess the
strength to carry on.
I'm torn between, and there's
no right choice.
I've gotta fight back.
I won't be scarred for life. | riff_master |
7. Under The Knife
I can't seem to fathom
how we live in this world
of pain, under the knife see
our bodies grow frail, ravaged
by disease my heart grows weak,
and there's nothing to cure
the pain or to heal my scars now.
I won't live my life under the
knife. If my fate's been chosen
then I will exist, or should I put
the razor to my wrist,
I'm alone is this fight, how will
I prove I'm right? I won't live
my life under the knife. | riff_master | | | |
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