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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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Satisfaction Is The Death Of
Desire (1997)
1. Empty Promises
You came to me with salvation, saying I must
repent. You offer up your
redemption, a guarantee for a better life in
your safe world. Your illusions
are comfort for your conscience. My
sacrifices will be made in honor of what
is truly sacred. How can you save me, when
you can't save yourself? You
can't save yourself.
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2. Burn The Lies
They're so persuasive, with their fucking
lies. Not an ounce of respect.
They'll do anything to sell deception.
[chorus]
Burn the lies. Their words
of ignorance. Shove them back. Back down
their throats. All that I have for
you is hate. They will quickly abandon, what
little morals they have. Tell
you that you are worth nothing, with no
regard for anyone. | riff_master |
3. Before Dishonor
[Back ups by Watt Macintosh]
What make you think everything is this world
that you have can be taken away?
In a world this day, it's kill or be
killed. I live each day like it might be my
last.
In this lifetime few things are worth
fighting for. My Blood, Your Honor. Everyone
has a destiny.
I'll choose my own! I will not be a
victim.
I'll choose my own! My cries won't go
unheard
I'll choose my own! I've got to fight
for myself
I'll choose my own! And what I hold so
true. Destiny!
I'll choose my own destiny and I'll
never let anyone take away what I hold so
true.
I won't live in denial. And I won't
turn the other cheek.
I must remain convicted and never accept this
suffering.
I've learned from my mistakes and I've
made a promise to myself.
I won't live in the past... I won't
live in the past!
I've been affected by your lies and
I've let that hold me back.
I wasn't thinking for myself. I wasn't
living for myself.
I will not be a victim.
I'll choose my own! My cries won't go
unheard
I'll choose my own! I've got to fight
for myself
I'll choose my own! And what I hold so
true.
What I have in my heart...
What I have in my heart, I'll take to my
grave... I'll take to my grave | 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. Conceived Through An Act Of Violence
Thrown into this living hell. I was thrown
into this living hell. I am the
hatred taken from another's life. Born
unwanted, extracted of all that is
humane. No one can relate to my abandonment.
I walk this earth alone in
search of salvation. Forever, Forever.
Forever. Alone. A tormented seed
given a chance to grow. The end result of
moral choice. Only to live a
tortured life as the product of rape. Under a
mother's face of innocence,
And a father with eyes of a demon. Conceived
through an act of violence.
[x4] I was thrown into this living hell. I
didn't ask to be this way. I was
thrown into this living hell. | riff_master |
6. Afflicted Past
Hatred evokes the memories that make your
blood run cold. Fear and sorrow
push you away from yourself.
[chorus]
How can you face the world? When you
can't face the mirror. How can you leave
your past? With blood on your
hands? Can you run away all your life? Can
you escape your punishment? How
many times can you start it all again? How
many lies will it take to cover
your tracks?
[chorus]
Mo matter how far you go Those days are right
behind.
The facade of your perfect life. Cannot hide
your perfect past. There is no
escape. | riff_master |
7. Prepare For War
Drifting by the heavens unscarred. Yet
unhealed before a bleeding cross.
Thrown into the ash. Crumbling.
[chorus]
I've been crossed. Like the lies on
a clocks face. I've been fed lies I
can't comprehend. I've become but a
mere
seed again. And I'll prophesize the end.
Now. I have yet begun to fight.
There is no fear in my heart. No cause worthy
of my respect. In the End I'll
rot. I won't fall prey to deception.
Deception is the means by which they
profit. Deceit if their hearts. Evil within
their souls. The cruelty by
which they exploit will not be part of my
life.
[repeat chorus] | riff_master |
8. Not One Thruth
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. | riff_master |
9. Betraed By Life
In a cold unforgiving world, alone with fear
and weakness, oppressed and
dying slowly. Countless people have been
betrayed by life. No one is exempt.
No one is safe. So many lives will be taken.
So many lives been ruined. So
many live hang is balance. So many lives have
been lost. Betrayed by life.
As survivors we are left to try there tears.
We are left to mend their
wounds. We are left to pick up the pieces of
those who have been betrayed by
life. | riff_master |
10. Mark My Words
I was so blind. I couldn't see the truth.
I was unable to see how my life
was being used. To be something so miniscule.
Everything i thought was so
definite, I thought was so real was thrown
away and will be remembered among
unpaling hatred.
[chorus]
Consider my suffering. Through all your pain.
Remember my face. I'm digging your grave.
Since when was so sacred, turning
into something so wrong. something so
important to me. Cheapened and
exploited. I won't be that way, I
can't, I can't be that way again. I
can't,
I won't, I will never let it.
[repeat chorus]
For the rest of your fucking
life you will mark my words. | riff_master |
11. Last Breath
All the prayers in the world can't bring
you back. It's your last breath,
this is our last breath. Taken from this
earth without warning. Victim of
the ultimate injustice. Nothing will ever
make sense of this. Nothing could
have prepared me. All that is left are
memories, and the pieces of a
shattered existence. I wish I could bring
back. I felt you last breath. All
the prayers in the world can't bring you
back. | riff_master |
12. Burial For The Living
No on can redeem themselves, no one can be
saved. In a dying world filled
with enslavement and endless apathy. A
tortured past and not much future a
tattered earth remains, destitute and alone
in madness. Burial for the
living. Our earth stripped of wealth. Burial
of the living. Our bodies
drained of life. In a world full of enemies,
I'm an enemy of the world.
There is only so long we have to live, our
dying days are spent waiting for
history to repeat itself. Our only hope is
vengeance. | riff_master |
13. Worlds Apart
Conditioned to feel nothing. We turn our
backs on all the crimes. They say
what we don't know wont hurt us, but
nothing could be further form the
truth. Cries fall on deaf ears, and the
killing continues.
[chorus]
In your uncaring life - we are worlds apart.
In this race doomed to fail - we are worlds
apart.
In this system you support - we are worlds
apart.
In my soul - we are worlds apart. | riff_master |
14. Driven By Suffering
Every seconds breath life into a reason for
dying. Our ignorance will only
stunt our final will to live. Bound and
Gagged. I feel forced back in a
losing race. I've been stepped on and
passed by but I have enough hope to
keep fighting. All of my pain. Driven by
suffering [x2]
Every single choice I must make. Driven by
suffering. [x2] | riff_master | | *sniff sniff* I smell spam. | Mr_Krift | | u must be bored as hell huh? lol | immortalife30 | | How many bands have you done this for? | SHMOTZ | | | |
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