The Product

by Angelspit

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Tiffany Mobley I love the rock/metal sound of this album. Favorite track: Hot Mess (Featuring George Bikos).
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Angelspit’s fifth album “THE PRODUCT” is an anthem to sonic warfare. Thirteen tracks produced by the chaos Imagineer, Zoog Von Rock, to be released March 2014.
THE PRODUCT features digital troublemakers such as Helalyn Flowers, Chant, Miss Ballistic, Alan Labiner, Chris Kling, Teknocracy, Steve Jones (Agent 13) and Adam Newman (Lab4), all centered around Zoog Von Rock’s synthesized mayhem.
THE PRODUCT throws the listener in the middle of all-out sonic war…and leaves you with the feeling that we’re winning. The music is powerful and driving laced with dark and sweet melodies, pounding beats, intelligent and relevant lyrics – with a twist of sarcasm. The musical theme is Lullabies for the Anti Christ – melodies that are sometimes sweet, sometimes manic yet always disturbing – accompanied with raw and brutal music.

Angelspit is releasing several music videos including 2 from award winning directors Keith Jenson (Brainwomb) and Chris Davis (Human Twelve). Many behind-the-scenes documentaries are also being launched.
Once again, Angelspit’s aesthetic concept is equally as iconic as their musical statement. Fierce design and fashion, visually arresting photography and bold typography characterizes the album’s striking artwork making THE PRODUCT dark, horrific and beautifully menacing.

“Mixing industrial with rock and punk, utilising home-made electronic instruments and an incredible visual aesthetic to their releases, the music sounds like a riot and the image is nothing short of art.”
- UK’s Power Play Magazine

“There are not many bands that keep their edge through their musical growth, but THE PRODUCT proves that Angelspit will always have theirs sharpened.”
- Auxiliary Magazine

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released March 11, 2014

Music and Lyrics by Zoog Von Rock © Angelspit 2014

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Track Name: Hot Mess (Featuring George Bikos)
VERSE 1
Oxygene fall from the ceiling, Just keep those cocktails coming
Turn off all mobile devices, Electric chair still humming

Mile high, fuselage in the shape of a pill, Mile high, starting our decent into hell

Secure your tray but not the future, Destroy the smoke detector
Place hope in the trash provided, kiss your ass in crash position
Mile high, scapegoat kiss the ground, Mile high, this silver bird is (going down…)

VERSE 2
Too busy makin’ a living, To broke to have a life
Vacate escape the daily grind, Kick off your heels and slide

Mile high, this is the final warning, Mile high , the sky is burning

Pushing her tray down the isle, Selling shots of cyanide
If you’re looking for the exist, Just walk towards the light

Mile high, feels like we are sinking, Mile high, this silver bird is (going down…)

VERSE 3
Lethal inject yourself before, Assisting others to the floor
Look demise dead in the eye, Best of luck when you die

Mile high, this is what we work towards, Mile high, no future no rewards
Mile high, scape goat in the shape of you, Mile high, this silver bird is (going down…)

CHORUS
Going down, my banquet of flesh
Beautiful, hot contagious mess
Burn for me, hit reset
Horrible crash, My Hot mess
Track Name: Because God
VERSE 1
I was born, of a ghost
She taught me, the dead can’t lose
And she cried: “My womb is cursed”
“You’re not my child, you’re my noose”

BUILD UP
Psycho fuck! Don’t need reason when you got faith
Psycho fuck! Pound the sky empire of hate

VERSE 2
My bastards, are talented
Come closer child, so I can see my shame
Flutes are carved, into their heads
The sun comes up, fade like the dead

BUILD UP

VERSE 3
Sweet nightmares, close for the kill
Filthy dreams, feed my violent thrills
The first time, I murdered you right
Benign neglect, Mother Geist

CHORUS
Because God – Hunger rage
Because God – Disorder decay
Because God – Make war
Because God – This is Hate

OUTRO
Mine is a faithful God
His sword is for my heart only
Track Name: Ambassador (Featuring Miss Ballistic)
VERSE 1
Please stop screaming, can’t understand a word
Maybe it’s through the gag ball shoved in your mouth
Dangerous you said, now here I am
Make no mistake, I’m the whore, you’re the towel
The purest of thoughts, ground up and snorted
The filth of a man truly makes a great wine
Monogamy means I only pillage you
Plundered by a ghost, now tell me where to sign
(force me gag me eighty-five me)

VERSE 2
Shot gun poetry is meant to burn
Death tastes like metal and is supposed to hurt
Passing notes blood and innuendos
Cyanide dinner then a shallow grave dessert
Brutal act, wicked finger for the hags
Love with splatters of nightmares and hate
Dreaming of Lilith, her heels in your face
“I love you” means so much more when you’re gagged
(cut me bleed me fifty-seven me)

VERSE 3
Crucified on a needle from injecting your shadow
The skeleton you’re wearing doesn’t match the wig
May your darkness be filled with all the colours of horror
And just enough flesh to make the your ass look big
Fluid smashes over you like splintering black glass
Wax wings melt, while you fall gracefully
My name gets dropped when you talk to the devil
I’m not into sin, I’m into catastrophe

CHORUS
Love me, like I’m rented
By the hour (force me gag me)
Glove me like your puppet
Ambassador (cut me bleed me)

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Track Name: Pretty Dead Boys
VERSE 1
Hot young blow up doll, crystal fame’s the drug
I love you to death, in back alley porn
Carnage beautiful, your life is their rug
Single serving skin, x-grade star is born

VERSE 2
Bleed like my new bride, keep those flags on fire
I have what you want, addiction is bliss
Project Lucifer, artificial youth
You are not A list, you are Craig’s List

VERSE 3
Gentlemen prefer lust
But don’t mention names when you charge their card
She went to play with the devil but never came back
You might be legit, but you still eat dog shit

CHORUS
I like to collect, Pretty Dead Boys
I like to make, Pretty Dead Boys
I like to neglect, Pretty Dead Boys
I’m filling the world with Pretty Dead Boys oh yeah oh yeah
Pretty dead boys oh yeah oh yeah

CHANT
Turn a fresh boy into a dirty old man
Bored aimless fucking bland
Track Name: Fight Dirty (Featuring Helalyn Flowers)
VERSE 1
They gave grenades out packed with cyanide
High octane hatred they’re ready to fly
Lies within lies keeps cunts in power
There’s something fucked up with Human Nature.
They said…

NURSERY RHYME
Povera piccola bambola di carne
nella corsa e` caduta ed in pezzi e` finita

VERSE 2
I don’t fear death I’m addicted to war
Afraid of not being immortal
Slave to a hunger, it can not be filled
When God failed we made up superheroes
They said…

VERSE 3
[i] work for the devil and I wear his yoke,
Carry out my masters bidding to the bloody note
When I get rich I’ll sleaze every fucking share
And pathe the road with broken souls to no-where
…Bon voyage!

CHORUS
If you can’t beat them, ban them – You gotta learn to fight dirty
If you can’t beat them, burn them – You gotta learn to fight dirty
If you can’t beat it, steal it – You gotta learn to fight dirty
If you can’t beat them, kill them – You gotta learn to fight dirty

NURSERY RHYME
Poor little fleshy doll
Fell down in the race and smashed to pieces.
Track Name: Creeper (Featuring Steve "Agent 13" Jones)
Instrumental
Track Name: Baal Arise
VERSE 1
Devil hands, workin’ so busy
Nitro ghost, in a feeding frenzy
Bite their love from the face of God
Now they thirst for more oil and blood

BUILD UP
While maggots gorge
On the rotting flesh of god
…and we sing

VERSE 2
I love you, now swallow these pills
From hell’s heart, banquet of bullets
Shepherds lead thee where the wolves don’t sleep
The fallen King rules a flock of dead sheep

M8
And when you die they swarm over your fortune
Like the maggots that swarm over your corpse

VERSE 3
It drives you into the dust
Then Steps over your carcass to snag the next one

CHORUS
Baal arise
God of the flies
Hallelujah ruin
Excelsior burning

HIDDEN
I am Baal ze Baal
Track Name: Velocity
VERSE 1
Velocity creeps from my womb
Monotony, sweetest poison
Voices guide me, through awful memories, horrible plans
Scare my heart beat, the monster awakes and hope is abandoned

VERSE 2
Thieves, pillage and thrive
While Good men, softly suicide
The queen don’t want a king, she wants a nemesis who she can fuck
el Presidente, gets the assassins to keep his hands clean

VERSE 3
From blood and lust, comes perfection
Makes you want to, kill your children
Congratulations, it’s a healthy anti-Christ
But you are not the mother, just a hole she crawled out for her dear life

CHORUS
This is what I will do

HIDDEN
Turning into the monster you despise
I am the Red King. I can burn anything
Sorry is easy, I say it all the time.
Track Name: Cut Sick (Featuring Chant)
VERSE 1
Cracked paint hides the monster
But she still gets away with murder
When she bats her eyelids
Murderess demure
Can’t strangle her with poison
Don’t put your hopes in the noose
Just wash her face in acid
And her neck will slip through the knot
…click go the heels…
Click…click…click…click…

VERSE 2
A genius at foul play
Very clever with a needle
Stitches tippy toe across a girl’s chest
Makes the woman more evil
Cruel and searing
Like flesh peeling from skull
Leach endearing
I’m blowing kisses from hell
…peck on the lips…
Peck…peck…peck…peck…

VERSE 3
Mistress viper
Unpicks your suit of leather
Watch you pour out on the floor
Sweet vendetta
And the cleansing powder
Turning truth into white lies
My siren for the devils
She can’t resist a little mayhem…on the side

CHORUS
Cut sick (a clean line)
Harlot (chest down)
Splicing (God puppet, voodoo addict)
Psycho (in our name)
Manic (control)
Rising (cleave surgeon, dead medic)
Track Name: Walking in the Woods (Featuring Teknocracy)
VERSE 1
Autumn’s last memory fades
Oak crumples under feet
Red leather jacket snuggles she
Against winter’s first white kiss
She found a sleeping car
With holes so it could breathe
Red sprinkles on the glass
Black hair slain across the seat

CHORUS
She was walking in the woods,
But now she’s running…to get away

VERSE 2
Meanwhile through the woodland
He scrapes the leaves from his shoe
Red molasses sticks and leaves and bit of skull
Squired out from the axe holes
Twigs Snapping through the mist
Prey Mary guides her home
Their eyes meet, this is love,
Until death yee shall part, which will be soon…but not quick

CHORUS
He was walking in the woods,
But now he’s running…after you
Track Name: Train Wreck
INTRO
I need more corruption in my pointless life

VERSE 1
Are you into revenge? ‘Coz I got a smoking gun and a deadly itch
Friends in pools of regret, I’m in a murdering mood for a justice binge
I will leave a crater where you used to stand.
Chaos, perfectly kerned, plagiarized to death cynically acclaimed

VERSE 2
I’m bred for blood and coin, convenience is my sin of choice
Feeding time for the pigs, honesty and pearls mixed with blood and shit
They love you ‘coz you’re a brand new shiny toy
Fuck droid hydraulic lust, over medicated messy messy boy

VERSE 3
Demons in the ink, fury wrapped in paper made from angel skin
Dirty money gets filthy rich every time, pocket full of street candy tin full of crime
I need more corruption in my pointless life
Desperate for god’s wrath, you’re dead to me, and I don’t give a fuck

CHORUS
Train wreck
Death crusade
Burn every leech
I’m Hell Jaded
Train wreck
Cult of hate
Murder the sky for the
War in your head

OUTRO
Poor little victim
Track Name: Watch The Sunrise
VERSE 1
Tie me down with your demented smile
Sing your deceit, burn the blacks of my eyes
I slay close to you, nuzzled in the breasts of hell
Though I speak in youngest of fire, I am no fallen angel

VERSE 2
Locked in love, most viscous and bloody tango
Blistering, you left a beautiful residue
Meat hooks in her back, goddess exquisitely scarred
Kissed by the light, bodies entwined haemorrhage

VERSE 3
All my sins lose their sweet taste
Milky and pure, white burns to grey
Tomorrow fades ‘til our second death do us part
Inertia lurks each missed beat of my dead heart

CHORUS
As we watch the sunrise
Praise Hades from the ashes
Track Name: Weapon Of Choice
VERSE 1
I wish you happy birthday beloved anti-Christ
Is Babylon your mother or your hired wife?
I know you hate your daddy, but you’re made in his mould
Gave you the gift of pain, Wrap in a blood red bow

VERSE 2
You look like such a fool beneath that jester’s crown
Crowley’s got one too, as he knees before the throne
Your friends lie on their crosses, silver hammers coming down
Stretched out on a platter, with apples in their mouths
(dear god no)

VERSE 3
My name is ambition, Sit back and let it slide
Fear, guilt and shame, like sleeping pills and red wine
I know where you live…
…watching you grow numb

CHORUS
Under blood, of the moon
Voices sing of your doom
and your weapon of choice