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Hex Machine : Omen Mas
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All the elements of classic Richmond math-wrath are here.
Genre: Metal/Punk: 90's Metal
Release Date: 2009
Omen Mas
Hex Machine
Record Label: Minimum Underdrive
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1. Nurse Me Back to Hell 5:39 + MP3 $0.99
2. Lunatic Sun 2:48 + MP3 $0.99
3. Black Skeleton 3:39 + MP3 $0.99
4. Godheads Full of Candy 8:24 + MP3 $0.99
5. Pink Whisky 1:56 + MP3 $0.99
6. Hook and Eyes 3:47 + MP3 $0.99
7. Peristalsis Hilton 5:22 + MP3 $0.99
8. Blueprint to Madness 4:52 + MP3 $0.99
9. Vivisection 2:23 + MP3 $0.99
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Album Notes

Years into the game, this Hex Machine harbors
Richmond rock fugit-operatives well into their second
decade operating sound vehicles of sortid popular culture.
There is still much unknown about these..these..the slang term being low lifes..insects behind an invisible scrim of propped icons and those still excited by the earth.
“We are not the progenitors, but we very well may be the
‘pro janitors’--the pro audio clean-up crew to the garbage
that perpetually and concentrically wages war on the heads
of innocent victims today.”
In the spring of 2006, the single featuring ”On Tender Ice”, was released by Relapse records to “stunned” and “frozen” reviews. The band was pegged for playing a music not indicative of today’s times.
Winter 2007..the extended play “Run to Earth” was let loose and received with broken yet mostly loving arms and freshly lobotomized thoughts in regards to having a sound like that of “huffing a grotty gluebag”,
existing as “monolithically gnarly”, while exhibiting,
“all the elements of classic Richmond math-wrath.”
Omen Mas spins like the soundtrack to..
A tale of modern pulp fiction of a darker, more wooden
contrast. Perhaps the listener might feel new directions in satisfying S&M audio therapy as medication for
electro-shocked-at-birth minds. With each melting melody,
torched riff, pounded tempo and spectrum sweeping scream,
the electric lyre pours out into the mouths of babes
like digestible concrete..and rebirthed..decanted
into a puzzle to be put together by the jigsawed listener.
Yes Virginia,
there is a sign of further intelligent life out there.
We are all DEvo, yet these red hands reveal a
black skeleton.

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