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Curse Of A Modern Age (UK edition)

by Method Cell

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fabthefab When is the next album coming ? I'm starving... Favorite track: Push.
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ben bulcock An amazing album. Great lyrics and excellent vocals meshed with very catchy beats. Method Cell make such high quality tracks it's difficult to pick a favourite. I love Your Weakness and Conviction, but Curse Of A Modern Age has the hairs on the back of my neck standing up. Awesome. Favorite track: Curse Of A Modern Age.
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Push 06:19
Another futile day marks a pointless week And tomorrow’s just the same Another eight hour hell If hell is a desk where the phones don’t stop ringing And you're last to leave again Buying meals for two, half you throw away You might work like a machine But at least pretend that someone or something Knows that you're breathing Until pity intervenes Push. Resist. You deserve better than this You should try to defy, defy, defy. It’s an old routine - bed at half-past eight Where sleep's a brief reprieve With a little luck The peace that you’re craving just might reign eternal And you'll never have to leave Lie awake at 3, seconds pass away The clock mocks company And while others sleep You're damned if you'll lie there and wait ‘til the morning And drown in apathy There’s a final act, a straw to set you free A limit to the game What pity lacks So soon is displaced and replaced with a hatred Where everyone’s to blame
You can’t fake You’ve been mass produced Dress it up - call it cutting Doesn’t make it new Careful - it’s just a razor blade You’re less Dita Von Teese and more her mothers’ hand me down You’re a poor reflection Imperfection And it’ll make a senseless life But it’s just a shame, you’re the same And she’s your best friend You might think There’s no room for doubt Strutting round in Primark glamour With the label inside out Careful, 'cause the truth still bites 1983 set to repeat It can’t hurt I don’t exist to you Even when I kissed your brother and I didn’t think it through Careful - it’s still a very long night It’s bitter sweet, my claws stained with lipstick
I can sense that desperation’s near You’re beside yourself But you’re pretty dressed in shame And the pinnacle of fear Is a little help In this wasteland of grey We’re just the curse of a modern age A new solution that marks a change Trying hard to capture The way you’re going to live in rapture We’re just the poison for modern times A novel symptom of being alive Try for ever to delay Destiny’s decay Emotions seem to pass A fleeting glimpse A face you used to know But in amongst the mass And their static lips Confidence grows It’s as delicate as glass You’ll cut yourself As it crumbles apart And if we’re to be the last We’ll find ourselves Clinging to god
Is it true, what these rumours say about you I guess pleasure has it’s pain Was it me who scratched the surface and made your armour bleed? All you adored meant even less to me What you need – I can’t be Just pretending I’m sorry What you want – I won’t give To justify your life And every scar, no matter how deep They can’t all be caused by me But if it helps you sleep at night You can blame me if you like Maybe I made things harder than you’d like But effort’s not your strength As you saw – I tore your cover exposing every flaw All you adored meant even less to me Understand - I’ve done everything I can I’ve acted every scene But in the end I broke the cycle And shattered all your dreams What you adored – It meant less to me
Precious thoughts of what it cost you Doesn’t mean that what you’ve been through Means any less, It scars the same Survival’s just the price you paid Anymore, you wouldn’t pull through It’s just a mark that always stains you Darker depths are crowded with the lost There’s always a cost If you’re feeling vulnerable Shout out Practically invisible I’ll be the one to guide Weakened hands, Attempt to cling to The slimmest chance that fate could see you And any god, Would heal the pain and watch the same mistakes again Every time, The strength deserts you Just remember what they told you The wastelands are littered with the lost There’s always a cost I can’t pretend, It didn’t cost me Rather more than I could carry And if this test, Was played again I’d sacrifice these weekend hands And out of spite, Or desperation I’d find a way to fake salvation Heaven knows intentions should suffice But there’s always a price
Scissors 05:04
Don't you dare to judge me now Keep your safety guides – it’s more than I’ll allow You’ve got no right to counsel Your own life is barely fact You're so quick to give advice But I'll just give it back If you spend all your life running with scissors Flirting with danger or whatever his name was It’s not a shock if it seems to come undone But if you take all the pills and powder you’re given Wake with the neighbour’s thirteen year old son You think you've had a good night, a charmed life And you’ll do it again Stop. This sentence I revoke Taste what you prescribe Now how’s it feel to choke? Although your house lies shattered You just can't help throwing stones You're so quick to give advice There’s one thing you should've known...
Believe 04:57
Believe All that you thought you could be (again) 'Cause this life Fades with each word spent in spite Of anger and pride The sense No matter how I try to make amends These lies Still define Every second spent here by your side It’s tainted by pride I still believe That when you touch my skin The power gives me life But I could drown in this ocean Of negative emotions When you leave my side I swore I’d learn from every mistake made before I tried But I’m weak Cracks become the fallacy you seek We’re back here again The ghost you left me as before still lingers close To hand But the truth Is still a concept difficult for you To handle with pride
Every time she corners you to speak A little part of you dies inside Every cell of your body strains to leave This is Suicide One life. One train wreck. And out of spite - at least that’s how it seems You're left alone with that Prozac queen And desperate times You'd better dance until she leaves 'Cause you're terrified One night becomes a train wreck Feel (now), the body’s conviction You're in a room with the rush of resurrection Breathe these blessed days And let thy will be done Like a shot with sycophantic ease Assaults of smiles he'll bleed you dry Your closest friend, right up until you leave You're justified One night. One train wreck.
Drop Dead 05:38
When you call my name it’s still a shock to me I thought that you'd forgotten And then a little pain becomes an injury A wound that I’d imagine being without But love’s a brutal lie and tenderness just hurts So when you turn your back again Then we'll see who drops dead first I know you'll never change and I can't concede I said you’re looking for attention And when I felt the last of your high speed glass You banned me from the bedroom & half of the house We're living separate lives 'Cause you think I'm leaving first Battles soon become campaigns So we'll see who drops dead first This stubborn streak is killing me But I'm more than simply willing ‘Cause I'm so immersed in seeing you go first We all need aspirations that we can achieve They said love will never die I couldn't think of something worse These sparks around our fragile lives We'll just see who drops dead first Love’s a brutal fight You always win a war of words If you walk away again We'll see who drops dead first We're living separate lives Because you think I'm leaving first If you ever dare to sleep again It won't be me who drops dead first
Every time that we touch There’s a shiver sent, an overwhelming rush A second without pain But you hide in your room Guilt belies most everything you do It’s only a second. ‘Cause the air you breathe Just seems to poison me And the faith is running through the floor A kiss could tell if anything survived Well I was weak but you were weaker It’s the same every night Torn apart then unified by spite A home littered with mistakes But the stain on your bed Marks the line you said you’d never cross again Betrayal’s the weapon Did you try to resist Did he take away a prize that wasn’t his Did you even ask his name ‘Cause the thrill that you seek Scars our lives and drains me till I’m weak. You pushed your limits


Following on from the club success of their promo only EP “Scissors”, electro-dandies Method Cell release their début 10 track album “Curse Of A Modern Age” on Rebco Records. From the opening driving bass of “Push”, Method Cell prove there’s more to a club hit than swearing by numbers, and industrial doesn’t have to mean monotone. Combining high energy harmonics and acerbic lyrics with searing bass and beats, “Curse Of A Modern Age” presents the listener with 10 candycoated razor blades. With the obvious club potential of “Push”, “Call It Cutting” and the title track “Curse Of A Modern Age” it’s little wonder they have already supported some of the scene’s great luminaries (such as Combichrist), headlined Slimelight, received BBC radio play and dominated club play-lists throughout the UK - and all within their first year of existence. With their combination of gallows, humour and memorable synth-pop melodies, tracks such as “Scissors” and “Drop Dead” seem certain to guarantee we will be hearing a lot more of Method Cell in the coming years.

Curse Of A Modern Age is a bitter, tongue-in-cheek look into modern life, with “Your Weakness” and “Believe” illustrating that even the highs have a darker consequence. Rather than relying on the stagnant dour misery of many bands within the scene to tell the tail, somehow this duo combine powerful club beats with some of the strongest melodies heard outside of the 80's, wrapping up their scathing vignettes in delectable harmonies and dance-inducing bass lines.

The scene has been crying out for a fresh approach beyond monotonous EBM by numbers and ‘shock for the sake of it’ repetitive lyrics. COMA provides just the shot we need. Method Cell can infect your dance floor.


released September 1, 2010

Alex Herington, Apollos Clifton-Brown


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Founded in early 2008, UK based industrial synthcore unit Method Cell quickly gained a reputation as one of the most exciting, innovative electronic acts to emerge out of the UK underground scene. Combining high energy harmonics and acerbic lyrics with searing bass and beats, Method Cell prove there’s more to a club hit than swearing by numbers, and industrial doesn’t have to mean monotone. ... more

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