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Born into Pain feat. Rude Corps
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Glitch hop, heavy bass and great vocals from Rude Corps www.soundclick.com/rudecorps
new experimental breakbeat prodigy style nuff x nuffcore
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A eccentric mix of Breaks, Industrial, Gltich and IDM. Dubbed Nuffcore
Nuff X is a 21 year old UK Breakbeat/IDM/Glitch producer but to limit it to just that would be selling it short. Mixing various influences that include the likes of Nine Inch Nails and Aphex twin Nuff X has firmly stamped out his own style a eccentric mix of Breaks, Industrial, Glitch and IDM which has been wonderfully dubbed "Nuffcore" on the Soundclick Forums Nuff X is a Proud member of: Muted Silence (http://www.soundclick.com/mutedsilence)
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Electronic • Industrial
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Peak #596
Peak in subgenre #8
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Nuff X
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Nuff X
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July 31, 2006
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MP3 4.4 MB • 128 kbps • 4:45
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Rude Corps: As the baby leaves the hospital he starts to cough and splutter On the traffic’s fumes, no longer filtered by his mother In groggy-eyed surprise he gazes at this grey new world His face crumples and he cries at his first taste of burning oil Well tough-tit son, you’re stuck with this world for some time You may not like it, but mam and dad think it’s fine Cos they don’t care about anything beyond their immediate situation Stick the dummy in his mouth for his first taste of pacification For his first five years life is relatively kind Though he’s stuck in the house and not allowed to play outside Cos they can’t afford a garden and the neighbours are strangers And everyday the newspapers warn of new and deadly dangers But the day finally comes when he’s sent off to school His life is steadily reduced to just following rules Set by his teachers, his peers, the silent majority All stamping out free will and enforcing conformity By our boy’s eighth birthday, things aren’t going well Mam and dad are always fighting and he feels like he’s in hell Cos their debts are mounting, they’re working every hour they can But it’s still not enough, their lives are in hock to the bank A few more years and the marriage is over- Whelmed by stress and money problems so their Lives became joyless and the friction unreal Leaving scars on the boy that time will never heal Nuff: His friends are few, and he feels like shit Only 10 years of age and is ready to end it He thought about it but then he stopped He paused listened to the metronome of the clock Considered his mother and how she would deal Even ending his life would stop how he feels He'd redirect his hate, to the mother fucking state Give them back the pain, retaliaite to many times have lies been his truths rewards and disasters all under one roof growning up with nothing but hate it's any suprize hes a fucking state I guess only time will tell if he escape his personal hell I guess only time will tell Rude Corps: By his teenage years, the lad is living in the dark Pain and rage and guilt weighing on his heart He’s doing whatever he has to to get out of his head Desperation drives him where angels fear to tread A couple of charges for theft and another for GBH And a politician chasing power is enough to seal his fate Yes he knows what Middle-England wants - he’s not barmy Crackdown on the yobs and press them into the army So now he’s crouching in the sand in a land called Iran With a gun in his hand and some cause he doesn’t understand Some say they’re fighting for liberty, some say they’re fighting for oil Some say they’re fighting to preserve the rich’s share of the spoils Either way, everyday reveals a new horror: some inflicted, some suffered, All setting the stage for tomorrow The violence picks up speed and it scrambles the brain So the abused kick down, perpetuating the pain He tries to pretend its not real, that they aren’t really human That their tears mean nothing and they don’t feel it when they’re wounded He doesn’t want to think that they’re just like him Relieving pain through rage, just like him Unleashing the beast with a primal scream The red mist descends and leaves a trail of suffering He tries to blank it out and deny all feelings But the things he’s seen will forever haunt his dreams
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