Ultranoia

by Damage Control

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causenation I got to know Bill Barsby when he was working on the album. Had many talks with him, he's a great guy and I am so proud he finaly got this cd out.
If you like FLA and the likes Ultranoia from Damage Control is a must buy! Favorite track: City of Ruins.
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JPWard Proper Independent Music here ...

If you have ever loved & listened to Nine Inch Nails, Skinny Puppy, Front 242, Nitzer Ebb & maybe even Depeche Mode $10 spent on "Ultranoia" by Damage Control would be very well spent!!!

There's even a collaboration with Ohm on here ....
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ashrai THIS is one prime piece of "modern oldschool industrial". I expected a good album but the final release exceeded my expectations by far. Way to go, guys! CD just arrived. I'm impressed! Favorite track: Hate Crime.
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JayCee Wow! So impressed with this album. I love the old school sound that you've captured. My CD arrived in the UK today, thank you.
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    Industrial Electro, hard hitting, broken down soundscapes, produced by Damage Control, Mixed and Mastered by Chris Peterson with Sonic Finalisation by Greg Reely

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Ultranoia, the debut self financed LP from Damage Control is a collection of tracks mixed, remixed and mastered by industrial music veteran Chris Peterson (Ohm, Decree, Will, Front Line Assembly, Noise Unit, Delerium). Mastered by Chris with Sonic FInalisation by Greg Reely (Mastering Engineer extraordinaire for bands such as Skinny Puppy, Front Line Assembly and Fear Factory). Also included are tracks mixed and remixed by Industrial/EBM pioneer Claus Larsen (Leaether Strip, Am Tierpark, Klutae). Craig Huxtable (Ohm, Landscape Body Machine) stars as guest vocalist and lyricist on the hard-hitting 'City Of Ruins' and dreamy Sci-Fi track 'Trauma'. Craig Huxtable and Chris Peterson also feature on 'Angst'.

Damage Control are a global industrial electronic act, formed in 2012 by a group of eclectic transoceanic songwriters and producers Bill Barsby (originally UK; currently Melbourne, Australia) with Damian Davis (Sydney, Australia), Markus App (Karlsruhe, Germany) and Jason Podmore (Birmingham, UK). The project is made possible by reciprocating solo studio jam sessions transmitted via cutting edge remote collaboration tools. Documenting and protesting this world through the eyes of empowered minds and machines.

Submissions of reviews, interests in support, promo and distribution please contact damagecontrolofficial@hotmail.com and keep an eye on www.facebook.com/damagecontrol for news as it happens. Official website www.damagecontrolofficial.com

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released May 12, 2017

Produced by Damage Control
Mixed and mastered by Chris Peterson Additional mixing on ‘Hate Crime’ by Claus Larsen Sonic Finalisation by Greg Reely
Rarefraction Records ©2017. Reproduction of this work prohibited without written permission of the copyright owners. All rights to the audio and visual material used herein reserved by the copyright owner.

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Track Name: After The Fire
Burn down, burn down, burn down, burn down...
Long days, dragging on longer, if I’m not to
learn from this, then I might as well be dead.
Count fifteen things, that I am grateful for,
then burn the list and move onto the next.
Smouldering hopes, but I’m climbing higher,
time to realise that I’m the biggest denier.
Cindered souls in danger, ashen white faces,
scraping the embers of a life I once embraced.
Sifting through joys, burnt photos of your
boy, kamikaze outlook, flickered glimpse of
life enjoyed. Time to move along, and bulldoze
all those songs, smear-the-chalk-off-the-
blackboard, and erase all that’s wrong.
Fuelling the anger, consuming the passion,
extinguish the faces, scarred memories ashen.

Burn down, down, down, again...

Blue heat, of incinerated melodies

Black ash, of carbonised luxuries

After, after the fire, after, after the fire.

It’s not my face melting in the blaze, living
in boxes, feel a burning craze. If all you feel
is stifled, and destinations blurred, no future
on horizons, tomorrow’s deferred.
Then why not burn a bible, and fight for
survival, religion will kill you while

you fight in your sleep. Charcoal dreams,
vapourised memories, incinerated baggage, it’s
all good cleansing.
Fuelling the anger, consuming the passion,
extinguish the faces, scarred memories ashen.
Burn down, down, down, again...

Blue heat, of incinerated melodies

Black ash, of carbonised luxuries

After, after the fire, after, after the fire.
Track Name: Hate Crime
Is there a tendril of hope, onto which we can
grope? You’re a victim of a system given a
ration of rope.
Now watch your back, as your neighbour is
spying, and your best mate is watching, so
you’ll want to give up trying.
A billion nameless souls, with a crime to
each face, but a billion lost ideals, that are
smothered in space.
If all you get from hope, is a vision of
blue, then you’ll want to die right here, and
pretend it was true.
Your thoughts are everyone’s to share,
everyone’s to screen, everyone’s to deny.
Pre-determined and pre-destined to fail, your
mind is the state’s, and the state is unkind.
Hate, hate, hate, hate, hate-crime hate-crime...
It seems every time you try to open the door,
there’s a thousand
perished souls who had tried it before.
A stab in the back, from a voice in the pack,
even your mother, whispers lies to another.
Subjugated to a level conformed, inhale the
state ideal, and exhale all that’s real.
Crushed to frustration, you’ve resorted to
crime, now your destiny’s ours, until the end
of your time.
Track Name: Reasons
Slabs of concrete misery, stand tall in
monotony, early morning salt and mist, you
cannot bear the sight of this. Take this noise
away from me, can’t you see it’s agony, she
cannot cope, mind immolation, she won’t make
self-mockery.
Reasons to disturb, reasons, reasons...
Iron lady, iron fist, crush the pride of all
industry, outsource labour, outsource minds,
healthy morale is a crime. Smoke stacks
spewing hateful lies, thoughts of love and
suicide, demise of social empathy, loss of
faith in future dreams.
Reasons to disturb, reasons, reasons... (I lost
my mind)
Freedom took you for a ride, come and see
true hell inside, you’re real and I’m just a
drone, did I see you cry alone? Perched up on
the precipice, once your life was sugar-nice,
everything now gone awry, time to close your
eyes and die.
Reasons to disturb, reasons, reasons... (I lost
my mind) (loss of faith in future dreams)
The demise of social empathy, we’re flying
blind.
Reasons to disturb...
Now wipe that acid from your eyes, time to
take this pill so fine, enjoy the silence while
you can, the fire will come... Oblivion. Life
is futile anyway, thought you’d throw it all
away, your desperate cries for help are lost,
amongst the forms of bureaucracy.
Reasons to disturb, reasons, reasons... (I lost
my mind) (All hope is blind)
Track Name: City of Ruins
Burn. Will we ever learn
Burn. Its not my concern
Burn. Everything comes down
Burn. Into the fucking ground
We come alive
We watch the city thrive
Politics of industry
Will hinder recovery
Track Name: World in Decline
The sun frowns down on yet another day. Another
Tsunami is heading your way. There’s a hole in the sky
hidden by corporate lies. Keep the cameras rolling
while your apathy cries.
Black ocean walls, fish over-trawled. Government
amnesia and their promises discarded, policies hidden
under blood-red carpet. This desire to, destroy all life
on earth, is pure arrogance can’t you see. Our demise, is
in the skies, it’s written for all to see.
The hard rain falls. Count it down, raze all to ground.
The last day calls. The fear of life is what you’ve
found.
Pipe all living matter, to a lunar refinery. Terraform
the biosphere, until maggots are your masters.
Exchange the guns for brooms, expose the secret junket
rooms. Swap Kardashian news, for oil spill clean-up
crews.
The hard rain falls. Count it down, raze all to ground.
The last day calls. The fear of life is what you’ve found.
Track Name: Ghost in the Attic
Fingers in dust, let yourself go. In the hell of a chill,
memories glow. Howling for some respite.
What the hell is their purpose, I’m dying inside? Bits and
pieces of me falling from the sky. A little annoyed coz I don’t
know why. A spectre in the mirror, and I’m trying to hide. Who
are these souls, why have they come to haunt me?
Looking for a quiet life again. Don’t wanna face the ugly
noise this time.
Looking for a quiet piece of mind again, these banging noises
are driving me wild.
Bits and pieces of me falling from the sky. A little annoyed
coz I don’t know why.
It’s a stairway to nowhere. Knock, knock knocking up in
the attic...
Looking for a quiet life again. Don’t wanna face the ugly
noise this time.
Looking for a quiet piece of mind again, these banging noises
are driving me wild.
Track Name: Angst (feat Ohm)
Rennen kämpfen handeln verdienen
Rennen kämpfen handeln verlieren
Der Mensch er muss ein Ziel im Leben haben so sagt man
Der Mensch setzt sich ein Ziel im Leben
und kämpft darum
Er kämpft handelt
lügt und betrügt
strebt diesem Ziel zu
Doch er erreicht es vielleicht nie
Willst du es wirklich oder hast du Angst
Erfüllung des Ziels bedeutet Sterben
Erfüllung des Ziels bedeutet Neues
Rennen kämpfen handeln verdienen
Rennen kämpfen handeln verlieren
Sie haben nicht hart genug gekämpft so sagt man
Vielleicht war dieses Ziel auch falsch
Ist es was man wirklich will oder hat man Angst
Angst vor der Erfüllung des Ziels
Willst du es wirklich oder hast du Angst
Track Name: Trauma
I find myself. Outside of myself. Trying
to look back. Capture a moment. When it
hits you. I keep going back. To find the
moment. Where I lost, when I lost... Then
it, it hits you. Feel the force of the
blow. Then it, it hits. You can feel the
force of the blow. Then it takes you. Feel
the force of the blow. Then it, it hits.
Then it, it hits you. Trauma. I keep going
back, I keep going back. Then it hits you.
Somewhere in between. Can you help me?
I can’t find that moment in time. Then
it hits you. Feel the force of the blow.
Then it, it hits. I can feel the force of
the blow. And it hits you. Feel the force
of the blow. Then it hits you. Trauma.
Then it, it hits you.
Track Name: Hate Crime (Leaether Strip Remix)
Is there a tendril of hope, onto which we can
grope? You’re a victim of a system given a
ration of rope.
Now watch your back, as your neighbour is
spying, and your best mate is watching, so
you’ll want to give up trying.
A billion nameless souls, with a crime to
each face, but a billion lost ideals, that are
smothered in space.
If all you get from hope, is a vision of
blue, then you’ll want to die right here, and
pretend it was true.
Your thoughts are everyone’s to share,
everyone’s to screen, everyone’s to deny.
Pre-determined and pre-destined to fail, your
mind is the state’s, and the state is unkind.
Hate, hate, hate, hate, hate-crime hate-crime...
It seems every time you try to open the door,
there’s a thousand
perished souls who had tried it before.
A stab in the back, from a voice in the pack,
even your mother, whispers lies to another.
Subjugated to a level conformed, inhale the
state ideal, and exhale all that’s real.
Crushed to frustration, you’ve resorted to
crime, now your destiny’s ours, until the end
of your time.