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Denver, Colorado’s PRIMITIVE MAN unleash a filthy, malignant maelstrom of blackened doom on their debut album ‘SCORN’.  Thrillingly misanthropic in their approach, PRIMITIVE MAN drench their post-apocalyptic vision of the world in waves of feedback, pummeling guitars and hopelessly frightening vocals.  If a bright end of summer record is what you’re in need of, run as fast as you can from PRIMTIVE MAN’S ‘SCORN’—this is grade-a hateful, soul-annihilating music of the darkest order.

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released August 20, 2013

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Denver, Colorado’s PRIMITIVE MAN unleash a filthy, malignant maelstrom of blackened doom on their debut album ‘SCORN’. Thrillingly misanthropic in their approach, PRIMITIVE MAN drench their post-apocalyptic vision of the world in waves of feedback, pummeling guitars and hopelessly frightening vocals. This is grade-a hateful, soul-annihilating music of the darkest order. ... more

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Track Name: Scorn
No one is listening. No one Fucking Cares.
Track Name: Rags
Agnus Dei, your rags are stained red with the blood of my shattered faith. I hate your people - dumb & deaf. Crushing the brass of your declaration. All the rage in my Catholic blood in a guilt-ridden nameless grave.
Track Name: I Can't Forget
They do not understand your pain. Educate them.
Track Name: Antietam
My hell lives inside of a brick house. Windowless, full of noise that bleeds out from the bullet hole in the sides of my fucking head. You motherfucks. I'm done. A curse on your fucking head. Your blood on my hands. Years of self-sacrifice, years of cleaning up your mess. Fucking ungrateful. Every fucking sub-group from cardigans to leather vests, you're all fucking shit. And I'm fucking buried in it. All I have left is short of the Grave. I am penniless and fucked up. Empty. Half of my fucking will sucked out. You're all shit. And I'm fucking buried. I HATE. From cardigans to leather vests, you're all shit. Heart hard as stone. Black as crow. I reject them. All I have left is my balls and my word.
Track Name: Black Smoke
Possession.
Track Name: Stretched Thin
I'll hold the black urn in the desert tonight. With bones in my pocket and hell in my mind. They'll never find me. They'll never find the rotten piece inside of me that hides in your mind. I walk alone in darkness. Sheltered from the light with cancer on my soul. A victim of the life. I live high and filled with scorn, fed up and raw. Hate everything. Hate everyone. I have forgotten how to live.
Track Name: Astral Sleep
We only exist together in an astral sleep. Hand in hand in our psalms, the blood of the earth smearing grave dirt. Dead flesh rests on my bones with a dormant soul, imprisoned where no heart beats. Dead and fucked up. How can I continue to live in this ruin? Unable to suppress the creature in me, left tattered and forever alone. Stay fucked. Stay fucked up.