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Washington State quintet THE DRIP deliver an uncompromising debut full-length of merciless, grindcore ferocity on The Haunting Fear of Inevitability. Fusing together the rawest elements of crust, powerviolence, d-beat and grind, THE DRIP rip and ravage through thirteen frenzied tracks, chock-full of slaughterhouse riffage, lightning fast blastbeats and pulverizing breakdowns. Produced by Joel Grind of Toxic Holocaust and mastered by Brad Boatright (Skeletonwitch, Gatecreeper, Weekend Nachos), The Haunting Fear of Inevitability is a new declaration of intensity that is sure to set the underground ablaze!

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released January 13, 2017

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Washington State quintet THE DRIP deliver an uncompromising debut full-length of merciless, grindcore ferocity on 'The Haunting Fear of Inevitability.' The record fuses the rawest elements of crust, powerviolence, d-beat and grind. Produced by Joel Grind of Toxic Holocaust and mastered by Brad Boatright (Skeletonwitch, Gatecreeper, Weekend Nachos). ... more

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Track Name: Blackest Evocation
Set the alter draw the shapes, for which the blackest evocation to take place, I see

the moon hanging in loom, it castes a glare across the face of the room, black and weathered, dark

grimoire, the perfect conduit to summon the presence, dark ecriture, lights up a blaze, across the pages

of blood stained and torn, the blackest evocation, set the alter, draw the shapes, for which the black

evocation to take place, where the candles surround they will be unveiled, where the banner is lain,

darkness is my name, where the candles surround evocation is imminent, where the banner is lain, offer

blood and call forth their names.
Track Name: Anathema
Maledictions, paranoia scathes my skin, embrace my insanity, I can’t feel anything, restless

twitching tongues wrapped around my complex, it’s like your septic breathe reaches every part of me,

and now I can hear my heart ticks counting down the minutes, this gives my life new meaning, you’ll find

me at the heart of darkness feeding, it’s here that ill bloom from blood, sipping on the dregs of soul, I

just want to become whole, you think a conscience is here, you think i don’t know that I’m fucking ill,

well I have an antidote, and it lies at the heart of a grimoire, (cursed) anathema.
Track Name: Gruesome Poetics
Till death do we split, how about a ring for you around your fucking neck, if you

would stop breathing, then it would complete me, we both know it’s the only way that you’re leaving,

lips are turning blue, already loving the new you, can’t let you have a life, and live it too, you’ve worn

your nails scraping at the bottom of the barrel you’re still going to have to show a little more fucking

effort, till death do we split, how about a ring for you around your fucking neck, if you would stop

breathing, then it would complete me, we both know it’s the only way that you’re leaving, I’ve learned a

lot from misanthrope, I’ve learned to love the darkness inside of me, I’ve learned a lot from this entropy,

I’ve learned to love the darkness inside of me.
Track Name: Dead Inside
Pins and needles, quivering nerves, riven by the light and dark, this is how you split a heart,

anxiously, awaiting, hanging on by a thread, slipknot tied to the loose ends, who can I tell, all of my

friends are in hell, cause if home is, where the heart is, then hell must be, where I fucking live, dead

inside.
Track Name: Covered In Red
Fade into the darkness becoming weightless, the illusion collapses and for the first time,

I see reality, born again with an appetite for flesh, all I want now is sustenance, and I never want it to

fucking end, all I want now is sustenance, your piercing scream as I start to dig in, it sounds cliché but it’s

not a lie, the closer to death the more I feel alive, it sounds cliché but It’s not a lie, bloodthirst

commands my own will to survive, gnashing teeth, digging under your skin, your piercing scream as I

start to dig in, the fresher the fear the better the taste (covered in red) so much went to waste,

worthless prayers uttered in vain, long ago you were abandon by god.
Track Name: Terror War Industry
The perfect enemy, the one you can’t see, cause the could look just like you and

me, used as a vehicle to inspire fear and order, to be used as a means to conspire for war, a threat to

fight for years, no sight of resolve is near, terror war industry, relinquish your rights to tyranny.
Track Name: Painted Ram
See as I repeat, collective forces seek, the aforementioned be, liege, apostates, manipulating the weak & innocent, the truth made into a mockery, its painted ram its deity, face, buried in palm, all I can feel is the pulse in my thumb, losing control, I am becoming undone, believe only half of what i see and hear, getting harder to distinguish this reality, the time of the painted ram has come, the church of the 8th day is reborn.
Track Name: Wretches
Cursing at the masses, as they drag me to my death, they all chant BURN in unison, sacrificing

me to save their own skin, one things for sure I tell them, you’ll all burn in the end. You fucking

WRETCHES X3 spitting on the crowd as the flames lick my thighs, WRETCHES X3 maledictions fall upon

daft minds. My body bound tightly to the stake, splinters in my spine, the smoking filling up my lungs.

You fucking WRETCHES X3 spitting on the crowd as the flames lick my thighs, WRETCHES X3

maledictions fall upon daft minds. Deaths endless arms reaching out to me, I shudder and I cringe, at its

cold empty embrace, the haunting fear of inevitability swelling inside me. Strip away my mortal coil,

reduced to carbon, my crumbling limbs, withering in place, only ash remains. Play this song at my

funeral, I want the living to feel my horror too, make this moment a reminder, in the end you’ll all burn

in the same fire. YOU FUCKING WRETCHES.
Track Name: In Atrophy
Love is dead, and the world is an ashtray, the future’s looking bleak, get on your knees and

prey, poison their laughter and watch them all cry about their burning insides, this atrophy kills me yet

keeps me sane, uncoil the wires wrapped around my brain, I say I’m okay I say that I’m fine, truthfully

I’ve been fucked for quite some time, god help me, skull matter is orbiting a crimson orifice, this seemed

like such a noble sacrifice, fool me once shame on you, fool me twice ill fucking skin you, god help my,

I’m dying, my soul is rotting from the inside out, my heart is blackening, the pieces slipping through I’m

in atrophy.
Track Name: The Answer
I have a loaded question just for you, how many lies will you tell to tear down the truth, I

have a loaded question for you, no right or wrong, but the answer might kill you, now fall upon your

own drawn sword slipping on your own guts you’ve spilled onto the floor, you’ve lost your will to fight,

finally swallowed your pride, I’m choking on satisfaction, now that’s something I like, behind closed eyes

I’m seeing a different side, something you never wanted found, something that you’d buried deep

underground, the answer, what does it mean? No right or wrong but the answer might kill you, the

answer, what does it mean? No right or wrong but it might kill you.
Track Name: Exile
As above, so below, this is what is ebb & flow, wax and wane, love and pain, without loss there is

no gain, not on the same page, are you feeling estranged, then I guess its time for change, pay attention

to the way it goes, ebb and flow.
Track Name: Consigned to Fate
This was over from the moment it started, remember it was no use if you’re feeling

discarded, a trick up my sleeve you never saw coming, carefully since the beginning, always

manipulating, exploiting all openings, put my back in a corner and watch as I only fight harder, the upper

hand is mine, cause there isn’t going to be a next time.
Track Name: Bone Chapel
I stand before a congregation, my hands rest upon a teeth accented podium, partake in

my communion verily, this bone chapel is yours and my sanctuary, from the ceiling hangs ribcage

chandeliers, candle wax drips as its melting over, the walls built high from the skulls of past lives, singing

the hymns of the wretched, start the black mass, followers of my sect clear a path, my unholy acolytes

seem to float as they walk, appeasing incense, swing like pendulum clocks, this is my blood, this is my

body, drink and taste the flesh of the ungodly, hear the cries of the sacrificed, the whispering of esoteric

minds.