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...Check out ORDEAL ITS my SON !I (ordeal) started writing poetry and short stories pretty young, like second grade. By fifth grade i was very interested in politics and current events, so my poetry turned serious and i started writing in different styles and from different points of view. As i got a little older i discovered punk rock and "grunge" (i use that moniker very sarcastically) so my musical tastes tended to bleed into my lyrics naturally and verses became silly punk and new wave tunes. Towards the end of high school i was introduced to an underclassman named Omni, and found out he was into making beats and hip hop instrumentation. He had a tascam 4 track and eventually we got down on a couple tunes, both recorded and mixed to cassette (that's rite muthafuckas tapes!). I had slowly revived my love of hip hop shortly before our introduction, and the songs were rockin' a heavy roots, tribe, mos def influence. Not doing anything for awhile recording wise, i kept writing thru hi school graduation and was just honing my skills until my good friend Lord Dav started a hardcore band and invited me to sing. I wasnt much of a singer or even a screamer, so i found a way to sneak my verses into band practice. It actually went over well, and the term rapcore started getting thrown around, even though we were way more downset than limp bizkit. We recorded sum demos and played a couple shows before i left the band so they could indulge in their progressive heavy metal fantasies. It really got interesting for me when i moved to the sleepy state of new hampshire. I was introduced to a guy named justin who actually is now madness 2012, formerly of the new england based hiphop act Lifted, and he in turn let me listen to sum shit from his friends and himself. He played me a tape by a kid called abbadon, who pretty much was doin' the sound that i'd bin hearing in my head, and he was only 15. I finally met him and proceeded to eliminate the other member of his group (Perception: sorry d-rock) around 2001. We started recording together on his cheesy e-jay program and built in computer mic. he had the technique mastered and i slowly caught on. Luckily he soon progressed to a digital 8 than 12 track. Unfortunatly during this time i continued to complicate my personal life , so around my 21st b-day, i moved home to get a fresh perspective on things, which worked for a couple months. I got back with hi school chum omni and recorded a single which was dope but we did nothing with it. it was the 1st time i had paid for a studio and producer (thanx joe from osburn st.!) so i was pretty psyched. Thankfully in 2004 i reconnected with abbadon, and began working on my full length debut "Beat on Beat off Jesus", and it was completed that xmas. The following year i recorded the 9 song follow up "The Bird Shit Optimist", which was clearly a huge step foward in production and i finally achieved the sound and lyrical prowess i had so long heard in my head, and had heard in abbadon. That brings us to 2008. Ive been back in mass for 3 yrs, abbadon moved to cali, Omni has been disowned for his bitch tendencies and ive had writer's block for a year. I just bought a computer and set up this page in hopes of sum 1 hearing it and wanting to collaborate or produce my shit. So comment email im me your opinions and criticism.A punk-fueled garage-rock sound with big hooks, melodies, and snarling six-strings, The Neighborhoods are pretty much where it all starts in Boston Rock. A series of excellent albums, including 1987's Reptile Men (Emergo) and their 1991 major-label swan song, The Neighborhoods (Third Stone), plus their non-stop touring made them the snotty favored sons of the Northeast and dark horses in much of the rest of the country. They called it quits for a spell, but they're back and are very much the real thing.Here is the story of the Strangler, yet untold, The man who claims he murdered thirteen women, young and old. The elusive Strangler, there he goes, Where his wanderlust sends him, no one knows He struck within the light of day, Leaving not one clue astray. Young and old, their lips are sealed, Their secret of death never revealed. Even though he is sick in mind, He's much too clever for the police to find. To reveal his secret will bring him fame, But burden his family with unwanted shame. Today he sits in a prison cell, Deep inside only a secret he can tell. People everywhere are still in doubt, Is the Strangler in prison or roaming about? Albert Henry DeSalvo........
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