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Bad Mouth ‘zine (1996)

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source: Bad Mouth ‘zine #8

Artist: Recherche’ (pre-t.o.t.s.)
Release: If I’m the Evil… Find the Evil in Me
Label: Facility Records

I can’t think of any industrial bands that are darker than Recherche’. Undoubtedly the best industrial  act to come out of Norfolk. The music is pure programmed aggression and voice distortion. “Distorted Thoughts, Distorted Visions” is a real gem, but the entire tape is truly exceptional. Not as predictable as the techno-like bands of Europe (KMFDM, Blok 57) and grittier than the slicked-up corporate industrials (NIN, Gravity Kills), Recherche’ will definitely carve a new niche in the genre.

– Albert Holaso

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The Restoration (In the Black Hole Part 3)

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The Restoration (In the Black Hole Part 3)

Embedded in my heart… twenty year old scabs.
Cuts, to deep to heal… pain, was all I had
So I loved it but it made me cold.
Anger took control, your love lost it’s hold.

Life without love is life without air.
You say you’re leaving, you say that you care.
I lost your heart but I want it back…
I’d sell my soul, I’d stab myself in the back.

An aberration of what I used to be…
still i love you yet you dont love me.
An aberration of what I used to be…
but now can’t you recognize? Can’t you see?

It’s me… in the black hole.
I found my way out, I found my soul.
But now, it’s much too late.
I found my love, I found my way back from hate.

…and I, am afraid to see…
Another day when your love doesn’t hold me.
…and I, want back in the black hole,
The door is closed and I hate my soul.

–Chvad SB

Copyright 1995 Chvad SB. All Rights Resrved.

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Horror Culture I: I Just Forgot Everything

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Horror Culture: I Just Forgot Everything

Theories infest.
The rot of the world,
to culture detest.

Sight is obscure.
The hate of the world,
to culture impure.

Truth is obscene.
The lies of the world,
to culture unseen.

Truth is the meat, under the skin
Tear through the flesh, take the blood in
Absorb its warmth, intoxicating the will
Drunk on its flavor but its liquor can’t fill
The lust, the passion, the craving, the greed
This toxins desire, this quenchless need.

A rusted theory left alone to decay.

Theories infest.
The rot of the culture,
to world detest.
Sight is obscure.
The hate of the culture,
to world impure.
Truth is obscene.
The lies of the culture,
to world unseen.

A rusted theory.

–Chvad SB

Copyright 1994 Chvad SB. All Rights Reserved.

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The Man

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The Man

The world is soiled, we’ve lost all hope.
We’re hanging ourselves, here’s the noose and rope.
We’re all that’s left, all is lost, there’s no gain.
All is gone, no smiles . . . Only Pain.

There’s no water or air left to breathe,
There are no heroes, only killers and thieves.
Food is spoiled, our minds are mold,
There’s no help, all our souls are sold.

We never listened, AIDS and greenhouse effect,
We burned our fuels and cars we wrecked.
All who live suffer, starve, and cry . . .
All the lucky ones shoot themselves and die.

The man does all that he can,
To rape his future and kill his land.
To maim the world and life with his hand . . .
The man does all that he can.

So listen fools, air’s smog, water’s sludge,
We tried to tell you but your brains wouldn’t budge.
Damnation’s over, you’ve brought Hell to Earth,
Lucky ones are those that die at birth.

–Chvad SB

Copyright 1993 Chvad SB. All Rights Reserved.