ALL MUSIC AND WORDS BY SEVREN NI-ARB. RECORDED
AND MIXED AT ULTIMATE REALITY STUDIOS. PRODUCED BY SEVREN
NI-ARB AND AL/X/S. PERFORMED BY SEVREN NI-ARB AND REGAN
ERACS.
TRACKLIST
01. ABATTOIR 02. ZEST 03. REPRESSION 04. SWASTIKA 05. EXPRESS MY SENTIMENTS EXACTLY 06. THE SHOT 07. HELPLESS 08. BATTERED BABIES 09. CHURCH FOR SNOW WHITE 10. EPILOGUE: DESERT IN DAWN 11. FEAST OF THE RESURRECTION[bonus-track
on 5"-CD] LYRICS
ABATTOIR
--- might is a magnet and everyone dreams of
it and if they have it they just try not to lose it
with all your might you impose your will you don't like
the persons who put obstructions in your way - you often
have the motive but still nothing to do I see that decline
I see that circumstance it's all so simple but dance
your social dance it's just a shit - do you really understand
what do you hold in your big hand and do you understand
how rapid you will close your hand it's easy to resist
your might I just will look around I feel like throwing
up - blow your problems away look at that decay - I
see you grow your eyes are blind corruptive is that
way and I try to find the sense of your might to understand
your sight there is nothing to ignore so I look down
to your abattoir.
ZEST--- I waul, what's that I begin
to crawl I cuddle on a wall there are moving colours
eyes in flowers I think I'm under a bloody shower and
someone shrivels me up now I simmer down and I'm lying
down I see the moving colours and hear the laughing
flowers I feel a comfortable warmth 'cause I really
know what to do and what to choose to feel a zest I
need a zest to crawl I need a zest to fall.
REPRESSION --- One second And you are
not prevalent Your repression is not obedient Look in
that mirror of yourself Read pages of a book pages of
your life Listen to a story that cuts like a knife Times
and emotional lies out of your life Repression is not
obedient Repression take that knife Repression is not
your life.
SWASTIKA --- weakness apathy to yourself
gloom looking for a kindred for years you were a muff
you fell into mud you ran for a change you rap your
fingers and rap out of your house out of your past raze
it to the ground you hide in a way out and think there
is nothing to shout your hide makes you blind and all
you find seem to be friends of your mind self-confident
and organized you are part of them but now you realize
you see what they have done and recognize the swastika
the stretched out arms what did you do.
EXPRESS MY SENTIMENTS EXACTLY --- I
just have to think about that but I can't move I'm paralized
I don't know why there is just a black sky so I hold
your hand try to lead me to a land where I'll find a
solution.
THE SHOT --- deep aggressions caused
a disease you don't know what to choose you don't know
why you loose control impressions pelt on you take that
gun take that way taste the fun to give away yourself
capture that object it's the right a shot will correct
all you only see your sight you know this is the last
way there's nothing to regret so you laugh at your disease
and kill it with a shot a shot will erase the background
a shot will erase the circumstance a shot will erase
the guilty ones a shot will erase what you have found
a shot will kill the disease.
HELPLESS --- I see that breakdown a
brain calls to collapse I even grasp the problem so
I have to engage I know I tell the truth and there is
someone who listens he listens to my words but he can't
understand I think there's a solution there is just
despair I'm so helpless.
BATTERED BABIES --- feel like an actor
in your lovely skinflicks you refuse to accept that
you are a sitting-duck of a down-hearted self look at
the children under your skin tell me that feeling hey,
that's a sin listen show me the climax optimize your
climax and batter and batter and batter your babies
now.
CHURCH FOR SNOW WHITE --- fou are just
formal just a formal dance I just need you for a mercy
I need you just to see that my life is what I want to
be they plate you with gold but all that I hold is a
book of fairytales so I build a church for Snow White
from everlasting to everlasting thou art god.
REVIEWS
E.S.T. (UK) June 1992
The long-awaited debut LP from XMTP is here, and it
has reawakened my enthusiasm for the hardbeat genre
which has blighted with the same affliction as house
music: too many bands producing much too similar results.
Freaks is intense, sweating, constructive electronics.
XMTP´s unique fusion of industrial and techno
is immaculately produced. Listening to tracks such as
Swastika, Express my sentiments exactly and The Shot
really gets the adrenalin flowing. A welcome return
to the underlying philosophy of electronic body music:
Hit ém hard!
