hate turned backwards / mice in tights. discontinuity.
RELEASED 15 AUG 2001 ~ 67.50
"Capturing the sound made when everyone dies and turning it into 'music'." This caption describing the HTB track Unseen on 1997's Host embodies the inner philosophy of the band. Combining dark jungle and industrial noisecore and featuring vocals from Mike Coleman, Hate Turned Backwards delivers music with an ever-changing mood - individual songs can truly be said to have "chapters".
Mice In Tights focus on creating driving rhythmic soundscapes. Evolving beyond cliche genres such as techno and trance they take intelligent dance music to the next level.
things got stranger then the message that you sent when you spoke to me of mindless entertainment it hurts like everything when you really open your eyes and see the trap around you a world built out of lies i'm glad we had this chat and i hope one day you see past these catered thoughts yourself and your tv if that is not the case don't remember what i say just sit back on the couch relax - have a nice day crazy thoughts irony tv screen wrought lobotomy try to remember who you used to be not just the stupid image you're presenting to me crazy thoughts irony tv screen wrought lobotomy try to remember who you used to be not just this pointless effort at impressing me crazy thoughts irony tv screen wrought lobotomy try to remember who you used to be not just the stupid image you're presenting to me crazy thoughts irony tv screen wrought lobotomy try to remember who you used to be i just can't remember when they did this to me
so many words better if i were a scribe astinus behind my notes i hide or false pride so many can muster each day i'm on bad terms with mine so here's what we say so many times when it just hurts like hell far better times than this but i can never tell when it's a good day and this may sound bad that people so madly just want to feel sad you see them every day they drive by in their cars their faces scowl whenever their eyes meet ours and whenever this happens i just don't understand when they have their whole lives in the palm of their hand it seems to me that they are happy this way just going round and around on their way to decay other times, it feels a little more like a scheme with all these people living life inside of a dream today i'll be an aggressor that's what it takes to save the day if you think i'm gonna gitcha as if it matters what i say people say "we want aggressor" all throwing feces in your way because i push at you and play real hard all of the sudden i can stay i guess it's really an impressor to knock you over when we play to make another person feel so down and make myself feel ok i guess it's cool to be aggressor with no one standing in my way i never ever have to feel so bad i get to live one more day stop moving away try standing perfectly still to live a new life everyday wouldn't that be a thrill
the gaping head wound ties that winding spool of thread within the head that shapes you as the threads wear thin within this turning move i sense a loss in toss velocity four shapes or was it three a spasm's source a thought unkind the little voice inside your mind that tells you it will be ok if you can just do things this way but never knowing what to heed the fear then learned displaced the need to pull into and take away what you bring to the next day the life you live encircles you your mind in time it will break through but shorter now and far away "you cannot sleep your life away" the tortured voice is yours of course written into present force by songs written in years behind as if predicting states of mind and the life that time has spun around yet back again and then somehow you knew these words and spoke unknown the seeds in life you've later sown a foot and so along this word now said my sorry ass will get to bed to wake tomorrow and get to work and things i've let myself not lurk on in the process of my day i've let so much time slip away but i'm in bed now it is so comfortable
counting time and reading "minds" and staring through the mist watching signs of life's decline and sinking into abyss in this kind of frame of mind the point you always miss this in time i find you kind of want to feel like this showing now the method how you emphasize your name taking in with practiced grin the patterns of the game holding in the patient sin you call avoiding blame this is what we like to call anticipated shame forget the time before the moment now and life a life outside yourself you take it all for granted and in time the seeds are planted you ignore the warning signs and just decline (and just decline) and self rejection and self deception are two sides of the same flipping coin self illusion and this confusion are the enemies you need to join