'To evict is to abandon: it is to purge a space from it's essence, it's life, and it's refuse. It is from this posture that Puerto Rican power-trio Deshauciados espouses their hardcore gospel of human ruin. Marrying the cult of Nietzsche, Bataille, and decadent poetry with post-punk and deathrock, the sound of Deshauciados is as uncompromising as it's influences: an aberrant breed of Christian Death, and My War-era Black Flag, The sonic landscape of their self-titled full-length debut is an ill-mannered mix of lacerating riffs and sludgy progressions that remind us of the constant struggle of trudging through the mire of life.
'To evict is to abandon: it is to purge a space from it's essence, it's life, and it's refuse. It is from this posture that Puerto Rican power-trio Deshauciados espouses their hardcore gospel of human ruin. Marrying the cult of Nietzsche, Bataille, and decadent poetry with post-punk and deathrock, the sound of Deshauciados is as uncompromising as it's influences: an aberrant breed of Christian Death, and My War-era Black Flag, The sonic landscape of their self-titled full-length debut is an ill-mannered mix of lacerating riffs and sludgy progressions that remind us of the constant struggle of trudging through the mire of life.
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Desahuciados
Artist: Desahuciados
Format: Vinyl
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DISC: 1

1. Fomes Peccati
2. Emancipación
3. Historia Breve Del Decaimiento
4. Consciencia Subvertida
5. Autofagia
6. Amigo Fiel
7. Despertar Necrótico
8. Reclusión En El Desperdicio
9. Animales Domésticos
10. Sobreviviendome
11. El Regalo Del Fracaso

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'To evict is to abandon: it is to purge a space from it's essence, it's life, and it's refuse. It is from this posture that Puerto Rican power-trio Deshauciados espouses their hardcore gospel of human ruin. Marrying the cult of Nietzsche, Bataille, and decadent poetry with post-punk and deathrock, the sound of Deshauciados is as uncompromising as it's influences: an aberrant breed of Christian Death, and My War-era Black Flag, The sonic landscape of their self-titled full-length debut is an ill-mannered mix of lacerating riffs and sludgy progressions that remind us of the constant struggle of trudging through the mire of life.