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Band: Anasarca
Song: Everything Was Beautiful And Nothing Hurt
Album: Discography 1994-1997
Label: Second Nature Recordings (2001)
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Certain bands demand to be remembered in death, even if they weren't recognized in their life. Such is the triumph and tragedy of Anasarca. Discography 1994-1997 collects this short-lived Washington, DC group's two seven-inch and demo recordings in one package, and presents them as memorial to a criminally overlooked hardcore band of the mid-'90s. These seven songs demonstrate Anasarca's vision, leaning towards the noisier, indie punk side of the hardcore sphere, sharing commonalties with seminal acts Sparkmarker and Shotmaker, highlighted by sounds from their hometown. Anasarca layered melodic discord with metallic rhythms, a deft knowledge of when to unleash and when to restrain themselves for maximum effect, earnest vocals more willing to be screamed and sung rather than growled, and a sincerity and artistry found wanting in much of aggressive music. Discography 1994-1997 demonstrates one thing about Anasarca: those who remember don't need to be told about their greatness, those who don't just need to listen.
Anasarca on MySpace:
myspace.com/anasarcadc
Second Nature Recordings
secondnaturerecordings.com
facebook.com/secondnaturerecordings
Lyrics:
She too has the hands of love
that hold the long time beauty
to create yourself
You had to let me help
I saw it as something to steal
Stolen beauty what a sight to see
You took the upper hand
I lost. I stole. I ran.
She holds down hands
Sweetly cracked palms of which will never be hers
You've got to know what you had to say
You took what you created and you ran away
She tried to make you
I told her not to follow
She made me make you
Sometimes I don't believe your sorrow
That made me build you
That makes me build you
You built the one
Sometimes it works
Follow me down
I built it myself
She too has the hands of love
that hold the long time beauty
to create yourself
You had to let me help
I saw it as something to steal
Stolen beauty what a sight to see
You took the upper hand
I lost. I stole. I ran.
I made you
You let me
I'm sorry
I'm sorry
I made you
You let me
I built you
I'm sorry
I made you
You let me
I'm sorry you made me follow you down
She holds down hands
Sweetly cracked palms of which will never be hers
Band: Anasarca
Song: Everything Was Beautiful And Nothing Hurt
Album: Discography 1994-1997
Label: Second Nature Recordings (2001)
discogs.com/Anasarca-Discography-1994-1997/release/2708508
secondnaturerecordings.com/reborn/release_info.php?rel_id=145
Certain bands demand to be remembered in death, even if they weren't recognized in their life. Such is the triumph and tragedy of Anasarca. Discography 1994-1997 collects this short-lived Washington, DC group's two seven-inch and demo recordings in one package, and presents them as memorial to a criminally overlooked hardcore band of the mid-'90s. These seven songs demonstrate Anasarca's vision, leaning towards the noisier, indie punk side of the hardcore sphere, sharing commonalties with seminal acts Sparkmarker and Shotmaker, highlighted by sounds from their hometown. Anasarca layered melodic discord with metallic rhythms, a deft knowledge of when to unleash and when to restrain themselves for maximum effect, earnest vocals more willing to be screamed and sung rather than growled, and a sincerity and artistry found wanting in much of aggressive music. Discography 1994-1997 demonstrates one thing about Anasarca: those who remember don't need to be told about their greatness, those who don't just need to listen.
Anasarca on MySpace:
myspace.com/anasarcadc
Second Nature Recordings
secondnaturerecordings.com
facebook.com/secondnaturerecordings
Lyrics:
She too has the hands of love
that hold the long time beauty
to create yourself
You had to let me help
I saw it as something to steal
Stolen beauty what a sight to see
You took the upper hand
I lost. I stole. I ran.
She holds down hands
Sweetly cracked palms of which will never be hers
You've got to know what you had to say
You took what you created and you ran away
She tried to make you
I told her not to follow
She made me make you
Sometimes I don't believe your sorrow
That made me build you
That makes me build you
You built the one
Sometimes it works
Follow me down
I built it myself
She too has the hands of love
that hold the long time beauty
to create yourself
You had to let me help
I saw it as something to steal
Stolen beauty what a sight to see
You took the upper hand
I lost. I stole. I ran.
I made you
You let me
I'm sorry
I'm sorry
I made you
You let me
I built you
I'm sorry
I made you
You let me
I'm sorry you made me follow you down
She holds down hands
Sweetly cracked palms of which will never be hers
