Ultranoia

by Damage Control

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causenation
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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.
JPWard
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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 ....
ashrai
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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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1.
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.
2.
05:05
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.
3.
05:36
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)
4.
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
5.
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.
6.
03:09
7.
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.
8.
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
9.
04:56
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.
10.
07:04
11.
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.

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Ultranoia, the debut self released 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 an Australian based global industrial project with various VIP guests from around the world. The core of the project consists of eclectic songwriters and producers Bill Barsby (originally UK) currently Melbourne, Australia, with Sydney, Australia based Damian Davis, Craig Saunders, and Richard Thacker (originally UK). The project was originally conceived by Damian, Bill, and Richard by means of sound experiments and recordings dating back to the early 2000’s. Markus App (Karlsruhe, Germany) joined Damian and Bill in 2012 which became the catalyst for the album ‘Ultranoia’.
The project has been made possible by reciprocating solo studio jam sessions transmitted via cutting edge remote collaboration methods. 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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Damage Control are an 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) Richard Thacker (Birmingham, UK) and Craig Saunders (Sydney Australia) with Chris Peterson,Craig Joseph Huxtable, Kerry-Vink Peterson
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