Jimmy Kyle, Mike Sanches, Dax Riggs, Audie Pitre, Sammy Pierre Duet
Like Murder
Stoned I awoke in your temple
To blackness above you
And death beside me
Where kitchen knives conspire
Razor blades make bloodless love
Like Murder
The ghost of a pale girl is solemnly following me
Pale will she follow me
Into the sea
I feel the flowers screaming
To consume you
Like Murder
Earth and sky your cradle
Earth and sky entomb you
And death beside me
I burrow through the dust
In your skull
But I cannot seem to find your soul
Bloodless and numb
We orbit the sun
Hungry will this pale thing
Follow me into the sea
On the cold side of her face
The reptiles awake
Locust swarm from open mouths
That sing thy kingdom come
While blackness hums
Nothing is true
and I'm tired of your sad today
You're screaming because
There's nothing left for you to say
Bloodless and numb
We orbit the sun
Hungry will this pale thing
Follow me into the sea
Stoned I awoke in your temple
To blackness above you
And death beside me
Where kitchen knives conspire
Razor blades make bloodless love
Like Murder
The Beautiful Downgrade
Fingered slowly like the first time you came
The agents of oblivion descend upon the sane
Caked with mud and mother's blood
Playing death games in the rain
And we wonder how it feels to be free
I thought I heard them whisper mutiny
Living room rape scenes
We cut their throats while they slept
Dreaming and digesting shards of turtle shell
The television's blaring
And the ghost of Hitler speaks
Crowned with barbed-wire
I smear my warm semen on the walls of my oppression
I accuse God for the murder of eternity
My everything that is nothing
Christian propaganda and dog sperm
Degeneration...
The beautiful downgrade
Do you remember the first sunrise?
Sharpened bone clenched tight in your fist
Screaming into the blue
An urge to kill the sky
I can smell the forest like pussy in heat
Barefoot I run through the chaos
The assassins of freedom tend the burning of truth
As we walk these prison walls
It's maddening, always touching something
for individualism and ripe brains
the skull farmers do their rain dance
and pray the machine falls to sleep
she holds me close
and whispers wet
"there are cannibals among us."
mad in love with dry dead boys
in the backs of
abandoned cars
smoking the bones of children
Plotting the murder of love
God has turned his back on us his daughter that sleeps with
black boys
the spotlight glares
like the eyes of forever
their scopes feel the
heat of my skin
this cold thing that thirsts
for the sun
this corpse that convulses
to breath
the Kite String Pops...
and I'm swallowed whole
by the sky
June 1997: For reasons not entirely clear, Dax and Mike have left the band. A rumor has it that
Dax left to do songwriting projects of his own and that he may try to work with the band again
shortly. Mike is rumored to have left so that he can stay sober. In any event, I support the band
members in their decisions (they're people too!), but as a fan of their incredible sound I'll always
hope they get back together.
January 23, 1997: Audie Pitre, Acid Bath's bassist, was killed when a drunk driver hit the vehicle
that he, his parents, and 13-year-old brother were in. Audie and his parents were tragically killed,
but the younger brother is doing well.
The following is a bio from a Rotten Records mailer:
Secluded in the outback swamps of the Louisiana bayou, Acid Bath creates an
indescribable sound that breaks all the barriers of standard, structured music. Take
the vocal conscience of Dax Riggs, the innovative drum techniques of Jimmy Kyle
and guitar master Mike Sanchez, blend well with Sammy Duet's guitar
mastery/subliminal vocals and add one part penetrating bass courtesy of Audie Pitre
and there you have it.
This gumbo of hardcore, gothic, psychedelic, punk rock conquers what death metal
has yet to encounter. The flow of creative juices induced by the atmosphere of a
remote barn led to their first live demo. A dash of old Black Sabbath and Iron
Butterfly covers accented their recipe of ten original songs. This self-promoted
experiment titled Hymns Of The Needle Freak sold well locally and packed every
show since their 1991 origination.
According to Dax Riggs, "I can't understand why someone hasn't already done what
we've accomplished. It's just a matter of writing for ourselves, incorporating
variations of styles into what would be our favorite band. I feel like we could do just
about anything and get away with it."
Acid Bath's formula disregards preachy lyrics and provokes individual thoughts as
Dax ranges from angelic melodies to demonic depths. For his barrage of percussion
Jimmy uses a nine piece set with a double bass and springless snare. Mike and
Sammy create a unique wall of guitars as Audie fills in the mortar with his pulsating
bass. "It takes all five of us to create our sound, no more and no less," says Jimmy.
"This is a total group effort."
Spike Cassidy strikes again, using his talent to produce When The Kite String Pops
on Rotten Records' label. After DRI and STG, Spike adds this latest notch in his belt
of musical endeavors. With "Mr. California-record-producer-man" coming to their
alligator-ridden territory, Acid Bath wasn't quite sure what they were in for. As it
turns out, this mesh of talent captured their ultimate sound without sacrifice of artistic
integrity (well, maybe a few hangovers and bruises from their session breaks).
"Spike's input definitely helped," says Sammy. The feeling is unanimous.
WAVS!
When The Kite String Pops
Tranqualized
Cassie Eats Cocharoches
What Color Is Death
Toubabo Koomi
Cheap Vodka
Pagan Terrorism Tactics
Venus Blue
New Corpse
13 Fingers
Pagan Terrorism Tactics
Visit Rotton Records!
Home