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PUBLIC CEMETERY PARTY

by Exemption

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1.
HYPERSPIRAL 04:04
Enslaved to the combine. White tongues taste my third eye. These gears that always grind. My name is John Doe and my mind's an open window. Please try to climb inside. Taken by hands to be cradled in fear. But not today... Cuz instant karma's not so simple now. Love and instant karma's not so simple now. Deaf ears hear all lies but Blind eyes fuel this combine and when I get out I'm gonna change your mind. Come stay for awhile in our Hyperspiral Just don't let it steal your style Taken by hands to be cradled in fear Bred by the force to be shed through the gears But not today... Wo-oh
2.
BLOOD HEAVEN 04:07
I may not understand Understand the half of what this means… This means to me. The birds in the forest sing The pleasure and the fear the darkness brings… It brings to me You can put me at your altar Fill the veins behind my eyelids with your love You can kiss me while the ghosts are watching And they’ll bleed into our blood Heave into our blood And I wanna die here with you For the very first time, in the night When the wolves are crying I begin to feel it’s just a matter of time And there’s just no logic left in pain You came in through my door From a subway train with a reason to get high Then you were mine. The days they build and fall We wait so long to say the things we want. What do we want? You can tie me to emotions Tie the rope around my heart until I talk. You can look ahead and keep on walking Though you’ve been around that block At least a thousand times. And I wanna die here with you For the very first time In the night with the angels sighing I begin to feel it’s just a matter of time And there’s just no logic left in pain Tell me there’s no logic left in pain.
3.
Take me to my place in the wasted underground Cuz nothing is working out. Out… Fuck the world! Hey! Hey Hey! We’re floating out in space (Pluto) They’re on the floor. And aliens exist. Yes I swear. Yes I swear. Take me to my place in the wasted underground Cuz nothing is working out. Out… Fuck the world! Hey! Hey Hey!
4.
It sleeps within my shedding skin Beneath the veil, light awaits Buried in the massive chains Of fallen gods and ripping hail Hands possessed gripping at the great machine They turn our eyes, we pull our time Standing at the altar where the maker states And with our faith we sympathize You’ve chosen your demise All around me Substance clowns and the Hounds of sound are Building rhythms Aesthetics bind them, Gag them, blind them, Turn on all your privilege Into bondage. Dismantle crooked lies And drown in hidden spies In a space behind your eyes Before it chokes what still survives. The light that sleeps within your shedding skin And choose to feel Then ride the wicked wheels All around me Substance clowns and the Hounds of sound are Building rhythms Aesthetics bind them, Gag them, blind them, Turn all your privilege Into bondage. Lured by scent of infant blood, Under laboring moon Night hags are prowling.
5.
GODZILLA 04:19
On my own Far from home I, I… Long I roam Far from home I, I… Time warp into your mind boat Sinking too fast… Your wise horse Shifting in colors Gone is the past. I found the surreal Between the moon and the sun I found the surreal, I found the surreal GODZILLA! LIVE MONSTER! GOD KILLER! GODZILLA! Belly to belly Conceiving hourly On the ocean floor. Fend for yourself. Run. Or have another look And take your final rest with me. GODZILLA! LIVE MONSTER! GOD KILLER! GODZILLA!
6.
WHITE ANIMAL 04:48
Before his eyes are buried by flies Before we say our last goodbye While you’re still alive The holes get covered up By the insides, yeah… Before we cross that finish line Savor your soul. Savor. I could lay down Falsehearted I could turn away I could calm down Let my pain out And tell myself I’m gonna change This is gonna change We’re gonna change I’m gonna so… Don’t crack under the pressure. Don’t crack under the pressure. Savor your soul. Savor your soul. Savor your soul.
7.
BIRDS 06:11
Holding my head, there’s nothing that I know Fine you told me so… My head is a hive, and so be it that’s why Fine and I suppose Your holding my hand, there ain’t nothing to hold… …Yet! So don’t let it get to you now. No don’t let it get to you now. Over my head and everywhere I go Fine you told me so… My head is inclined to old and sinking boats Crimes and chemicals Holding my head There ain’t nothing to know …Yet! So don’t let it get to you now. And don’t let it get to you now… Now…
8.
COLD BODIES 03:19
Year of nine We learned through wine Not to sing The hymn of swine Through vacant words That fall like birds From cloudy skies Our teachers and drug dealers Take time to eat our minds Year of ten We fall again Failure born From hidden hands To the black surface of Kiwanis Cold bodies rise Mothers and fathers Are forced to try… Identify Cold bodies rise Identify… Cold bodies rise Identify…
9.
Bees swarming in the breeze Feeding on a seduced soul Sown by your mind alone Seated at a psycho’s throne Drawn in, weakened, By the shapes she makes Dancing slowly In cemeteries… Young blood is often tasted by love, Then often wasted, And poured back into you. I look in to where it all begins Now I know why you must go So you found my wasted underground Tell me why dos it wear off so slow Drawn in, weakened, By the shapes she makes Dancing slowly In cemeteries… Everybody come to the public cemetery party tonight! Young blood is often tasted by love, Then often wasted, And poured back into you. I found my place Zoo Zoo, Zoo Zoo Zoo Zoo Zoo, Zoo Zoo Zoo Zoo, Zoo Zoo Zoo, Zoo In my dismay Zoo Zoo, Zoo Zoo Zoo Zoo Zoo, Zoo Zoo Zoo Zoo, Zoo Zoo Zoo, Zoo I found my place Zoo Zoo, Zoo Zoo Zoo Zoo Zoo, Zoo Zoo Zoo Zoo, Zoo Zoo Zoo, Zoo In my dismay Zoo Zoo, Zoo Zoo Zoo Zoo Zoo, Zoo Zoo Zoo Zoo, Zoo Zoo Zoo, Zoo I found my place Zoo Zoo, Zoo Zoo Zoo Zoo Zoo, Zoo Zoo Zoo Zoo, Zoo Zoo Zoo, Zoo In my dismay Zoo Zoo, Zoo Zoo Zoo Zoo Zoo, Zoo Zoo Zoo Zoo, Zoo Zoo Zoo, Zooooooo…

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Recorded at Killingsworth Recording Company Jan - Sep 2010. Farmingdale, NY. Produced by Ray Marte. All songs written & performed by Exemption (Nick Lee, Ray Marte, Tom Moran). Released 10.27.10. Exemption is based in Long Island & Brooklyn, NY.

Contact - music.exemption@gmail.com

Reviews:

“Featured on multiple occasions in this column, the three-piece from New York deserves your vote for being one of the most consistently excellent hard rock bands to be releasing music without record label affiliation today.”
-Ultimate-Guitar.com’s Unsigned Talent of 2010 Column

"...like a musical engine of perpetual motion, constantly pumping out breathtaking musicality as naturally as breathing, effortlessly firing out complex, tricksy-yet-catchy riffs, energetic fills and insane melodic runs like a well-oiled, multi-coloured metal machine. The sheer energy of the trio just pours from the speakers, breaking like a tidal wave of restless, inventive sound."
-TheSleepingShaman.com review of "Public Cemetery Party"

"When you listen to the music this band generates, the Richter scale will be insufficient for proper categorization. That old base-10 logarithmic scale doesn’t extend high enough and won’t be able to cope with this magnitude of rock!"
-RippleMusic.Blogspot.com Review of "Public Cemetery Party"

MetalSucks.net "Unsigned & Unholy" Feature: www.metalsucks.net/2011/09/30/unsigned-and-unholy-skull-fist-exemption-caligulas-horse/#more-72931

Live review on Number Of The Blog: thenumberoftheblog.com/2011/10/07/fucking-metal-concert-reviews-disobey-the-ciem-show-exemption-and-windfaerer-sound-station-westfield-nj-10111/

"...with a boundless energy and freewheeling musical spirit at the helm, the compositions on this release are jam packed with an encyclopedic knowledge of a multitude of rock genres that reaches down deep in the grab bag to obtain wondrous musical prizes for folks who care to have their horizons expanded."
-Mike SOS / www.316productions.com

"The band is very tight, writes great melodies, and combines a hodge podge of musical influences ranging from The Beatles to Boris. The musicianship of this band is stellar and is evidenced on their newest CD "Public Cemetery Party".
-Heavy Planet.net “Band to Burn One To Column 12/12/10”

"If you’re looking to expand your musical horizons, this album will definitely do the trick, you are opening an endless bag of goodies."
- The Buzz on NY.com review of "Public Cemetery Party"

"...their energetic repertoire that has been shaking the foundations of local venues in the Brooklyn area, has been bottled up and released on nine rip-roaring tracks."
- Chybucca Sounds review of "Public Cemetery Party"

"The progressive driving guitar riffs, spacey arena quality and the bands ability to switch up the sound on a dime makes for a great record."
- House of A&R review of "Public Cemetery Party"

"...A tremendous maelstrom of emotion and power finishes the listener off, leaving them a part of something incredible, an experienced soul ready for what‘s to come, and a poor victim addicted to PCP."
- Love Lucid/Australian Chicks Productions review of "Public Cemetery Party"

Press Release:
Long Island, New York’s Exemption has done more than mature their sound on their sophomore full-length, and third self-released disc, Public Cemetery Party. Their music has evolved into something beyond genres and sub-genres. Each of the nine tracks not only differs uniquely from one another but sets the band far apart from the current trends of today’s rock and metal bands. The songs are a kaleidoscope of musical styles: thick stoner metal mudslides slam head on into psychedelic landscapes; anthemic pop hooks give way to fiery surf-rock riffs, and crusty blues jams become violent exercises in aggressive funk. The first track “Hyperspiral” is a perfect example of this, moving seamlessly from Mastodon & Torche-esque riffage to euphoric melodies and hooks reminiscent of Rubber Soul. The influence of The Beatles is felt strongly throughout the disc, and singer/bassist Tom Moran even references Lennon’s influence in “Hyperspiral,” with the line “Love and instant karma’s not so simple now.” Like Torche, Exemption is not afraid to combine spine-cracking heaviness with bubbly pop-hook sweetness to create moods not often tapped into by new bands. Public Cemetery Party goes on to demonstrate the power trio’s skills as musicians. Their progressive side has earned them comparisons to The Mars Volta, Rush, and King Crimson, but this musical ability combined with their sense of humor at times is more in the vein of Frank Zappa . “Blood Heaven,” “Godzilla” and “Tasted By Love” demonstrate how incredibly drummer Ray Marte can be polyrhythmic over just about anything, often moving from common time to 9 and 7, and with fills that will have any drummer rewinding again and again. Guitarist/vocalist Nick Lee’s riffs and solos are a constant battle between good and evil, brutal and beautiful that rarely let up on taking the listener to new places. Finally, Tom Moran’s bass playing sticks the trio together like glue and his vocal melodies show that this band is no longer struggling to find their own sound but have forged their own over six years of hard work, dedication, and following their guts. This album has been almost a year in the making and the band is confident that it will turn some heads.

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released October 27, 2010

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"The sheer energy of the trio just pours from the speakers, breaking like a tidal wave of restless, inventive sound."
-TheSleepingShaman.com review of "Public Cemetery Party"

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