Die On Mars

by The Callous Daoboys

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Could it be anymore obvious? I'm digging at the wounds Stretching at the seams i whore myself out i whore myself out i whore myself out i whore myself out flushed into illustration distract yourself from changes cry beautiful stencil stretching at seams disservice, harm (this is the next best thing to killing a god like a bad habit) cry beautiful summer reaching out in front for rebooted truth, a final attempt to secure my role the emblematic wasp stuck in your car, am I outside of the window, or will you cleanse the cab printing out the havoc in several prepositional phrases, everything i know gets fucking tired everyone gets tired of creative torture peace medicine theory disposal advance pose guilt succubus I'm driving into the ocean, and i don't know when i can die straying into the sunlight, faith until i deny
Let's feel it again, worth in shameful waves Painstaking Face creative floatation device (Not my time to die) Just pull the trigger you coward (Mirror fight or flight) I swear, no one will look for me or care when I'm dead (Fresh faced angel cake) You throw it away (Cheap and quick funeral for the kid) You throw it away (Not my time to die) (Mirror fight or flight) Walk into 9 rings Walk like you have no wheels (Mirror fight or flight) This place is a fucking pig sty Without the charm or the shame of natural selection Using camouflage as a primary colour, There's always a market for death, Shouting exposition into a wind machine, Learning forest learned my weakness, But i refuse to be written off as (a) Crisis Actor
Fake it fake it, your trepidation Be equally afraid for the outcome Did you know that we play house on the same moon? All is fair in indifference, i wanna make that clear I wanna know how it is (feels) You won't make it You won't Fake Fake it Fake it now The narrative of the changeling is ever-changing Dearest changeling, ever-changing dearest changeling THE DEVIL PUT YOU HERE TO MAKE ME LOSE MY FAITH I PRAY FOR THE DISASTER TO INCINERATE WALKING OFF THE EARTH JUST LIKE YOU WALKED OFF STAGE I DIG UP THE BONES YOU BURIED AS YOU FELL FROM GRACE Changeling Change me Change me Dearest changeling, ever changing, your contradiction is so beautiful Changeling I will always say "yes" Only for you Precious divisive station
I only come bearing burdens, But i don't decide to try to put weight on you darling, featherweight, Look at how much i ruined this, Imagine how I must writhe in the Addiction View this in full screen (Fish into a barrel) I lose you (Cannons into wood) I never wanted to (Be your only good) Thing Oh yes, I will take this dance, I'm satisfied and i need advice on how to put you in a bed With roses and thorns Post-paradigm depression, backstabbers, Waiting to be courted in righteous, Bats to come around Look at how cute the kids are, imagine how happy they'll be in heaven 4 laps around the cult classic, you know we'll never headline a show You go to We need you to buy our merch so we can eat, we need you to tell your Friends about us; "There's this brand new second rate heavy band, who can't even play Their instruments" You'll forget our name with nothing left to say, and we'll call it quits in 2028 (When you jump in that lake of fire, where is the page that you burn?) Torch the whole damn thing Can you speak it? Let it writhe in the underground symphony
Welcome to the bottom of the ocean where we create temptation We stock the ladies perfume in the department store We’re who puts the news on waiting rooms We are the ones that flirt with the toxins too We could be all light but instead we aren’t, Just stay, we’ll explain it again Swing from the tower, To hear the words of your savior one more time You will now see “Eternal hospice, infernal cauldron”
Built like a brick shit house Glittering into the trees Heavenly clockmaker Resetting carnage deeds Come into where the light is worrying for your womb Nanotech chokes you in, Nail in, Paint it red, paint it red Is this your parachute? No, don't speak ill, or don't speak at all! Looking for the pillow, looking for the coffin Finding the right familiar, forcing them into the bunker Let the rampant read Bleed into your amplifier Speak, speak until dusk Worry, worry for your womb, Change, for the sake of insects, Repeat, refrain Wildflower fields forever
Say you are, I guess you are the best one The ways to die I listed are at the top of your head But I couldn't stop myself, And the fast fix is imminent Can i borrow your heart, and toss it wall to wall? It's not like a Ouija board, It doesn't just happen Behind this no man's land, we will report And you can let them believe what they do isn't worthless You wanna snuff the shackles out? You wanna have them be framed? and taken pity on, Manifesting your 10,000 hours? Say you are These words couldn't be more torn These branches couldn't be more important Whatever you could imagine in poor taste Is a new favorite game of the famous poor house so, Hike up your skirt Spill champagne on the coffin Get off her socks spill red wine in the trash, Through kick-snare rhythms, we will dance around the topic and never Really heal Stay out of Georgia
Faraday Cage 03:24
Don't let your lovers in Gold riches and the fountains Aren't worth it in the end Don't let your lovers in (And you're back with 104.3 daoboys, your #1 source for adult contemporary) Oh, don't you hate it, little lamb little lamb? Oh, don't you hate it, being tested, little lamb? Ripped from your home, ripped from your womb, Ripped from your favorite song is your murder weapon Blackmail sensation, distract yourself from changes in this bold operation (I will never forget your face, she died with such grace) If I see heaven coming back as someone else's ghost...then Don't let your lovers in Gold riches and the fountains Aren't worth it in the end Don't let your lovers in The world will be filled up with gold and riches that you can't even Begin to imagine! With me you'll never be alone! Completely in my arms for this nightmare Wear my Goddam ring Necklace Label Voice Never-ending
Pure Schlock 03:44
Cross the line to sympathize, Hollywoodish smile And burned the bridge for sin of our existential style Now all your friends are jewelry and their locked inside your box, I swore i'd burn your promised land, now it's time for you to watch Self-shame, set for stardom's rise Mansion based slaughterhouse, backing scarce exposure Tradition can't mock the warming cage faced backwards to the stage Semi-fixed counter-activity; sermonically automatic 3 tears out of your left eye and you're buried at sea, We sealed metal bars to your wooden cross hoping that the surface Feeds So the next time you think that you don't need this, (Lose touch) lose touch where you need to be compromised (Come back) with roses in a holster With intent to be lost with a kiss (Lose grip) lose grip where you need to be civilized (Cast out) your shadow coming closer Running down the stairs with a steel trap (Prison bound) (BLEGH) Mayday! Mayday! Mayday! Mayday! Nowformynextrickimgoingtoforgetabout Mybandandoverdoseonthehumancondition Becauseatsomepointmyoverblownofftimebullshit Justbecomessofuckingoldold Likethewayiwillthrowthingsagainstthe Wallandbreakglassinafitofselfpity (I am on my own killing moon, and i'm killing myself cuz i can't make waves with bed sheets) Running down the stairs with a steel trap (Prison bound) I'm so fucking sorry I can't give in again Everyone's a funeral, funeral, funeral Full of guilt for good reasons Everyone's a funeral, do the twist, do the twist Yesterday; i'm so fucking far gone Make sure that your high horse is tightened up, fastened in Mayday! Mayday! Everyone collectively, do the twist, do the twist
Tonight we go to lovers leap, Only loving those who smoke, Asking father for forgiveness, Killing every blanket of certainty. Shouting "please", I called upon your angels They couldn't even answer, I sat on the line. This is want i want to feel! The sound of glass! (They say what you wanna hear) Sing the brittle hymn, be filled with eternal light! A student of your own safety, ever changing Tonight we take the lovers sleep (Make up the goddam dinner table) Blood splatter would reveal me (Sing the brittle hymn) Killer of all my certainty (Draw the cocaine star) On the black ice Lead us not into over-complication, Trash talking to the non-existent camera, My half-cocked journalistic endeavors, My black helicopters and CIA scanners, It's 1 to 2 over under on the drama queen, laying on their floor, trying to Sleep until Thursday when they wake up fine, sending life-ending shit through a Screen and a smile You can leave me on the line with a blank, you can leave me on the tile Floor, and you can say there's so much hell here, but you don't know The fucking half There's so much hell here
I teach guitar To celebrities like you Caught up in the flash mob, Invited to the mall after dark So while you're miserable at the party, you can kill the navigation (Witness this) Let's test this pregnant fear, solicit evidence Spill it in your purse with the cap off You're so full of shit, Writing lines for astronauts Side story to the sunspot Shift, sink Made to suffer, but dead Bird, at mass When will it stop In passing, 7:30 on the clock apostle on deaths door, 7 times 7 times 7 again in the bear trap Come into alone when you sleep with the fixes And endorse in your stitches There’s so much out there that I wish spoke of, A few more years and a re-issue should clear it up And I used to think I would hate myself enough to write something memorable in the grand scheme of a guilty plea But where’s the spark and the sudden singalongs from people that I wished were my friends at the start of this all I’ve never stuck the wet rag in the electrical socket Have you blemished this sick game? Taken away it’s power? Picture perfect, fresh faced fringe into the other side (You make me feel like I could love myself You could give me the whole world tomorrow I never said you were required to I never wanted to take up all your time) Hold off till the day I fly off, Till the day that I die on mars Sun Spot Recover Naysayer calls Naysayers lie Entomb this art Let this art die
Couldn’t even answer


“Atlanta's punnily named The Callous Daoboys follows a certain lineage of nutzoid metalcore from its hometown — think The Chariot, or even late '90s screamo band Portrait. The band takes a kitchen-sink approach to riffs, inscrutable style shifts and song titles, but with just the right amount of goofy twists and cyclonic breakdowns.” NPR.com

“The band capture all the chaotic, feedback-induced lunacy that popularized the Chariot with a slightly more technical approach. The band also bring in a quirky sensibility to each song that makes those maddening riffs even more violent sounding." AltPress.com

“Simply put, it’s one of the most refreshing hardcore records I’ve heard in years, taking the math-y formula of Botch and early Dillinger Escape Plan and freaking it with unexpected, even irreverent variables, from violins and saxophone, to glowing reviews of steak tartare and call-outs to fake radio stations.” Zoe Camp, Bandcamp.com

“Hey, are you a fan of bands like The Dillinger Escape Plan, Botch, Vein, and early Cave In? Then you're going to dig what The Callous Daoboys are up to.” MetalInjection.net

“How bout them Daoboys?! You know that total vacuum left in your soul after The Dillinger Escape Plan announced their retirement? Consider yourself healed. This album has it all. It's vicious and melodic and totally manic all at the same time. Consider it DEP's younger sibling.” Lambgoat.com

“The Callous Daoboys are easily one of the catchiest and extraordinary hardcore bands of the last few years. Die on Mars is a promising release from a fresh young band giving hope that the mathcore scene won't die off as some of the greatest within the genre continue to disappear.” 8/10 Exclaim.ca

"...if you’re into stuff like The Dillinger Escape Plan and Botch, this is worth checking out." BrooklynVegan.com

“Die On Mars hits just about every single note I need out of hardcore, mathcore, and the zany metalcore that SeeYouSpaceCowboy and Wristmeetrazor are dishing out right now – and many, many more. No one other than Mike Patton could fit so much music into thirty-five minutes without it all turning into a bleeding, shitty smear of noise.” HeavyBlogIsHeavy.com

“The eclectic Atlanta seven-piece meld savage breakdowns and pinch squeals, frenetic barrages, rapid-fire tempo and time changes, left-field genre swaps, and sardonic lyrics rendered through an absurd spread of vocal styles into a record that manages to be as compelling as it is challenging to process.” InvisibleOranges.com

"Overall, The Callous Daoboys’ Die on Mars is a pretty rambunctious good time. These Georgians have the skills to be the next boundary-pushers in the genre, and hopefully, this record serves as the first step toward that goal." 7/10 - Lane Oliver, MathcoreIndex.com

“...kind of like if Botch and Daughters had a kid and he lived in the same world as Monsters Inc. It’s loud with soft moments, introspective without being afraid of getting silly, and it’s got a goddamn violin.“ TwoMinutestoLateNight.com

"That’s a really stupid band name, but damn, this album is tasty." EverythingIsNoise.net

"...from its endless barrage of scorched-earth riffs and brutal breakdowns, to Carson Pace’s biting, fever-pitch vocals—feels imbued with a world-devouring sense of purpose, like the stakes surrounding the band have skyrocketed and the only way forward is to decimate anything standing in their way." ImmersiveAtlanta.com

"An American quartet from Atlanta, practicing chaotic mathcore / rock / indie (but not that) that could be classified between Botch, Car Bomb, Code Orange, The Dillinger Escape Plan, Every Time I Die, The Chariot, and The Number Twelve Looks Like You." ScoreAV.com

"Given time, if they keep making records as good as ‘Die On Mars,’ I could easily see this band releasing a new underground classic for these genres; The Callous Daoboys could very well be modern math-core greats in no time." KillYourStereo.com

"...if you listen to mathcore, this is the band for you." MetalTrenches.com

"Ever want to go full on white boy and throw yourself into a dry wall to panic chords and a violin? Well if so, The Callous Daoboys are for you." SoundLinkMagazine.com

"If you want to have the most surging currents of energy coursing through your psyche pushed to the absolute limit, this is the band for you." 5/5 CapturedHowls.com

“A very frantic and spastic album.” StateoftheScene.com

"The Callous Daoboys have set things on fire with their album Die On Mars. If you are a fan of bands like The Dillinger Escape Plan, Every Time I Die, The Chariot, or The Number Twelve Looks Like You, you really need to experience this album in full. It had me trying to catch my breath a couple times and at the end of it all it had me reaching for more. There’s a solid footing for the band within this album, if I have any hope for the next release it’s to see them takes things even further. Die On Mars is polished, unrelenting, and loud in the best way possible." Media-Dissection.com

“I kind of feel like mathcore has transcended genre, and to be honest more these days it’s a way to describe a band who wanna fuck off convention and just do their own thing...it’s a band that doesn’t want to pigeon holed, and I feel like this record is just absolutely the epitome of that.” TheHeavyist.com

"I think that we would get along with the guys and girls from this band when it comes to sense of humor, and at the same time it is really cool music. It is not foolish, and there are moments that can really make you smile: it's the way the band connects the genres." Metalurgia.net.pl

"There are times when...the rage on the fucking track is so sincere, that it just cuts through everything." FTP.com

"When every band is overly polished, precisely produced, and overly sampled, everything comes across as plastic and unfulfilling. That is what sets bands like The Callous Daoboys apart from the noise." DIYCheckpoint.com

“Whether you’re looking for hard-as-hell jams or hilarious non-sequiturs, Die on Mars more than delivers.” FromCornersUnknown.com

"It grabs your attention and refuses to let go for the entirety of its run-time." NoobHeavy.com


released June 21, 2019

All music and lyrics by The Callous Daoboys:
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Produced by Corey Bautista and Carson Pace
Engineered and mixed by Corey Bautista
Mastered by Jesse Cannon
Cover photo by Jeff Lyszczarz


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