hate turned backwards / mice in tights. discontinuity.
RELEASED 15 AUG 2001 ~ 67.50
01 | htb: mutilate | 7.42 | MP3 (1300k) | |
☉ | 02 | htb: aggressor | 9.03 | MP3 (8488k) |
03 | htb: spasm | 9.28 | MP3 (948k) | |
04 | htb: etah | 8.14 | MP3 (1100k) | |
05 | intermission | 1.25 | MP3 (1016k) | |
06 | mit: squirrel | 7.11 | MP3 (956k) | |
07 | mit: control | 8.17 | MP3 (1024k) | |
08 | mit: joyful | 9.50 | MP3 (1056k) | |
☉ | 09 | mit: stronger | 6.24 | MP3 (6012k) |
"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.
☰ htb: mutilate
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
☰ htb: aggressor
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
☰ htb: spasm
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
☰ htb: etah
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