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7DR050 - EMISSARIES OF SYN - The Core Assumptions Of Human Insecurity LP

by EMISSARIES OF SYN

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You will not be terminated you’ll be left to die by yourself As a cast off under class to biotechnological elite Slaves to the algorithm, under the influencers Drowned in waves of change, labelled out of data The machines remain controlled, by a privileged savvy few Ensuring that you don’t know, that you don’t know what you do They’ll know you better than you know yourself Be a transformer, be a resistor, do without power, live your own life They’ll know you better than you know yourself Inspired by Yuval Harari’s “Homo Deus”, thoughts on our giving up our data, free will, and future to corporations whose sole goal is to sell us stuff, whether we think we want it or not. Try and remember who you are before the suggestions take over, speak face to face!
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GLASS HOUSES, FIREWALL SCREENS FLAMING TROLLS BURN BRIDGES UNSEEN MOB’S SHELTER IN EMPTY HEART HOME ALONE, FEEL YOU’RE A PART OF THE DIGITAL LYNCHING HOLD THE COATS, THE STICKS AND STONES SHARKS CIRCLE STRIPPED BONES SNAP JUDGEMENT ON STORY HALF SPUN TO PLAYGROUND FIGHT WATCH YOU RUN TO THE DIGITAL LYNCHING ANOTHER VICTIM HEXED, RETRACTION IN THE SMALL PRINT BUT WE’RE ON TO THE NEXT JURY OF JEERS AIRS PREJUDICE DELIGHT IN THE SCANDAL OF THIS CAN’T SEE OR UNDERSTAND YOUR SELF-LOATHING , SECOND HAND TURN IT ON YOU AND WATCH YOU FLINCH ANOTHER VICTIM HEXED, RETRACTION IN THE SMALL PRINT BUT WE’RE ON TO THE NEXT GOD SAVE US FROM THE SELF-RIGHTEOUS Who has not done or said something wrong? Everyone who piles on to the latest misdemeanour outed online with moral outrage, apparently. Yes, call out wrongs when needed, but your virtue signalling is plain to see too. Don’t cast the first stone.
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All filter, screen in from of your eyes, all filter, blank behind your eyes The camera obscures and denies, the camera obscures and denies Steal the real, conceals the feel, not first hand, not present Trapped in the saving of history, digital reverse archaeology Buried and lost, in the mass of media, washed away, in the flood of image Don’t want to lose your moment, your place in the centre of things, Selfie-ish, need to be seen, and you’ll inflict upon others Glare of the light in the dark, the view is blurred and distant To share, apart from with those there, drift in the cloud of your dreams Buried and lost, in the mass of media, washed away, in the flood of image All filter, screen in from of your eyes, all filter, blank behind your eyes The camera obscures and denies, the camera obscures and denies Take a photo, make a souvenir, but don’t forget to actually enjoy the moment for what it is instead of in the context of its digital presentation. Get a grip on the here and now, not filtered through a phone screen. Do sign up for our meet and greet photo op
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no man is an island, in the centre of this gyre circling drain of resource, dissatisfaction on the horizon starving for consumption, simple life is shamed converts to a life of greed, church of beached technology on your knees, pray, pray for delivery on your knees, pay, pay for delivery you didn’t know, you were left behind until you were found, and told you were blind Cargo cults await the next gift from the gods, the next advancement of their lives. Not much different with the endless replacement and revision of “vital” technology needed to survive/compete in the modern/social world. Follow Adbusters and try a buy nothing day
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Your towers aren’t built on sand they are built on shale Pillars of your golden temples start to fail Lust for power burns out and corrupts Conspire to build our own funeral pyre Once green, scorched earth, turns black Choose to choose it’s too late to turn back We drift in binary ethereal maze We lose the ties to the worlds ways Pulling the rug from under our feet, eat where you shit, shit where you eat The need to have it all versus this is all we have We’re dogs chasing our own tail, snakes eating our own tail Part of a whole, not sole with no role Drill down, cut through the tendons, drill down, cut through the stays Drill down, cut through the crux, sever the root of it all Colossus trips and falls Undermined Fracking is just the latest example of destructive exploitation of the planet, desperate methods and measures to sustain unsustainable growth. Heading for the fall, tripping over the mess we’ve made ourselves, into the handy sinkhole/mass grave. Take enjoyment from the environment, not everything else
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A selfless aim to heal makes targets for cold steel Casualties are strategies, the plug is pulled from the skies Death reigns in the skies, death raids from the skies, death rains from the skies In theatres the victims lie Red cross in iron sights, blind to human rights Killers unconventional, operate without morals, no place of safety here, for those born in hope and fear Die in dust, your refuge a tomb, die in dust, your womb a tomb, die first or die last Compassion has passed, is past Red cross in iron sights, blind to human rights Surgical strikes, cut the life support, with collateral, the war is fought Bombing hospitals and civilian infrastructure is now a tactic of “war”, much easier waging war from a distance than risking your troops. No political side can claim the moral high ground, only the heroes working on the frontline in the wards. Support Medecins Sans Frontieres
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There were jobs at Auschwitz, would you have taken one? Behold descendent legacy, my god what have you done? Money to be made, dealing slow death, but not in their back yard Choose a desperate corner; sell them “times are hard” Deal is done, over our heads, to conscription resigned Survival bought short term, Saul redefined Decay is buried, under our feet, poison consigned Die from ephemeral greed, half-life demise Burning future options, investment at stake Generations cursed from the bribe you now take There were jobs at Auschwitz, would you have taken one? Behold descendent legacy, my god what have you done? My god what have you done? My god what have you done? My god what have you done? “We need jobs” is the defence of accepting nuclear power in rural wales, when the japanese corporations building them won’t do it in their own country. There’ll be jobs dealing with the waste for eternity, if that’s what’s important to you, maybe see if your kids fancy that career direction first though? Invest in renewable alternatives, that wales is blessed with
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Token Grief 01:57
I was there when it happened, alone in front of a screen Searched the detail of pain and horror, wondered what might have been Shared the news I was part of, gave voice to prayers and fears Made all know I was still alive, added a single digital tear Synthetic cry, your eyes burn dry I wasn’t there when it happened, though once I might have been close To the random death and destruction, that’s packaged in a daily dose So I move on to the next one, attention span short, I forget Sympathy or empathy is so much easier when a click is the extent of your effort Synthetic cry, your eyes burn dry After soaking up the war porn temporarily putting a (white, western) flag on your social media and doing nothing else to support another nation currently suffering is maybe more about making yourself feel better and letting everyone else know you are a caring person. We are in privileged positions, please contribute to those who aren’t
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don’t speak don’t say my fucking name when its stripped back only lies and shit voice in my ear, voice in my fucking head when its played back only torture fed by drip do it, don’t do it, do it the right thing to do is the hardest sometimes do it, don’t do it, do it can’t feel relief when you’re cold in the ground don’t speak, don’t claim I’m to blame when its ripped out only lies and sht voice in my ear, voice with a tongue of lead when its choked out can unstitch my own lips www.mind.org.uk
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Viddy Well 00:27
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Screen Death 01:37
Just like being in a film, apart from the unhappy ending When your life is so dull and repetitive, you seek a better adjective Vision vocabulary diminished, snapped back to reality to find it finished Binge watching zombies with dead emotions, sedate heart just going through the motions Desensitised to ever decreasing thrills, until you experience the real world kills Watch the gun, aimed at you, See the bomb, wait for the blast, Feel the knife, pain is numb; hear the screams, reaction dumb Snapped back to reality to find it’s finished When the brutal drama of life occurs on the street and not on the TV is it any wonder that the reaction is so dulled when the brain is conditioned to shrug and change channel? Your 15 seconds of fame sees you slipped into a bodybag wondering what happened, some countries are living with this violence on a daily basis
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PICKING OVER A ROTTEN CORPSE, PACKAGED AS SOMETHING TO SELL FIT FOR CONSUMPTION, MECHANICALLY RECOVERED LUKEWARM REHEATED DIET, BLAND STANDARD MENU NOT EVEN A BITTER TASTE, CHOKING ALL THE VENUES THE EASY OPTION, PLAY THE PLAGIARIST BUTCHERS AND FAKERS, EGO MTORS YOU ARE THE HARDENED ARTERIES, CLOGGING THE BEATING HEART RESURRECTING THE DREGS, SUSPENDED IMAGINATION IMITATION OF LIVE, FEED OFF OTHERS CREATION BORING RECIPE RE-PAST, WHERE’S YOUR ROYALTY BILL? THE EASY OPTION, PLAYING IT SAFE WITH SOUND BUTCHERS AND FAKERS, ONE TRACK MONEY MAKERS EAR FODDER FOR THE ECHO CHAMBER LOW PRIEST OF FASHION, SECT OF NO NOTE LAYING DOWN THE SCENE LAW IN EVER DIMINISHING CIRCUITS STUCK IN THE MIDDLE OF THE ROAD, HEADING IN THE WRONG DIRECTION, NO AMBITION BEYOND CASH, MILKMEN DELIVER TRASH COOKIE I THINK YOU’RE LAME… An accusation levelled that original bands who play for nothing/fun/whatever can be afforded by promoters are actually endangering the “careers” of cover bands/artistes by making venues think they can give less is met with the derision it deserves.
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The spiral downward tightens, like a noose around our necks, For lies we are ready consumers, of glitter rolled shit wrecks Designed to fail, designed to fail, they give you the coffin and sell you the nails Broken lightbulb moment, cynical short lifespan Sustainable rendered obsolete, sell, sell, sell for as long as you can Some things that add to nothing, shiny shell with failing heart Left with the mess that’s less than, the sum of defective parts There’s no profit in one-off purchases, we need to be made to come back for more. An endless cycle of washing machines, the waste outweighs the products, but we’ll ship that off elsewhere so it doesn’t spoil our view. Make and make do
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Sacrifice, for your freedom, the bodies bleed, with no reason No cross fail to question treason, liberty bell, a death knell note Manifest destiny is the rapture We choose to go too soon, we choose to go too soon Not because it’s easy but it’s getting less hard, to wade through the tide of blood We will lead the world on this path; our record of achievement is seen Carved in profane stone, and as smoke rising to the stars We will triumph over this life; bring our children a swift end Save them the time and strife, godspeed the more we send Manifest destiny is the rapture If the USA wanted to reduce gun deaths and school massacres, it could take measures. But perhaps when the structure of the state is entangled with the props of church beliefs of a better world beyond this one maybe it really doesn’t matter, sooner or later we all gotta go. We wish y’all luck

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Emissaries Of Syn mix infectious crusty, metal-tinged punk with a few industrial and noise influences as well. Serious topics covered with scathing humour, biting sarcasm and playful intellect. Fun for all the family, for sure; especially if the family regularly enjoys evenings around the jukebox listening to the likes of Antisect, Crass, Napalm Death, Godflesh, Motörhead and Fudge Tunnel.

Emissaries Of Syn have been plying their 'Grind'n'roll crossover' out of 'sunny North Wales' for 10 years with a string of EPs, splits and singles / covers, but here is their debut album.

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released June 16, 2023

There's a 'Limited Edition "Cant Stress Enough" Collectors Package', including choice of colour vinyl album, t-shirt, logo patch, 2 stickers, fridge magnet, temporary tattoos, key ring and stress ball!
emissariesofsyn1.bandcamp.com/album/the-core-assumptions-of-human-insecurity-2

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Brilliant video they made for 'Salem Dot Com' (also in download):
www.youtube.com/watch?v=E8YDP6dXT1Q

Album on YouTube: www.youtube.com/watch?v=T50M-_KfjZs

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Line up on this recording, made in March 2022:
Raz - guitar, b. voc
Gwyn - drums, b. voc.
Mark - bass, voc

Art by Matt Smith: www.matt-illustrations.com

Recorded at Foel Studios, Mid Wales - www.foelstudio.co.uk
Mixed by Northern Mastering
Co-released on 3 colour vinyl versions by Pyrrhic Defeat, 7 Degrees Link2Wales, Let The Bastards Grind, Rejected Abused and Circus of the Macabre.

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