It's all good If you be good It's all good But only if you're good Poverty makes its way Into the everyday No escape from the blank face of blind apartheid Poverty makes its way Into the everyday No escape from the blank face of blind apartheid Trumpeters and drummers have in common They both look to the same pulse But if the drummer relies on himself The rest of the band will fall victim to his ego Toilets filled with white sand Color the Beaver's dam As palettes grey and bland Swallow the Beaver's hand Kill it for it's crimes Let it know it's not to be alive This is the face of apartheid For their pleasure For their pleasure For their pleasure For their pleasure For their pleasure
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Quite possibly the most full-on album I've ever listened to. Intense, and then some. 'Digital Tarpit' could describe both the track and the whole album: high-pitched guitar squeals that make your fillings itch coupled with merciless, suffocating heaviness. The Avenell-esque vocals top it off perfectly.
Brilliant - punishing, but brilliant. jim_fuego