"From beneath the still-smoldering ashes of the mighty Last Perfection comes a pulverizing new force in American music to violently purify the earth and bring death to false metal once and for all: New York's own Come For Me My Maker. Influenced by the great metal acts of the past and present and poised to become the great metal act of the future, Come For Me My Maker has come armed to it's snarling teeth with a volatile new sound that's sharper than hell's own pitch forks."
- Sheky Pitt, Handbasket Magazine
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"All I ever wanted to do was play music that was genuine, honest, and emotionally open," says Marky Perfection, lead/rhythm guitarist of New York's Come For Me My Maker. "Unfortunately, the easy way of doing that is to play completely heartless and boring indie-pop sorta stuff. I wouldn't be caught dead playing music like that. I like to think that our music is as passionate and heartfelt as any other music on earth, but played by a bunch of decent musicians who's primary musical vocabulary is Heavy Metal."
And it is passion indeed that has fueled the band's progress thus far. Boasting four members from the final line-up of the once mighty metalcore should-have-beens Last Perfection, CFM's very existence is a testament to the passion and relentlessness of it's members. "Mike (bass) and I joined Last Perfection in 2004, during a period where a little bit was happening with them and a lot should have been happening. Long story short, we learned a lot about the industry and the ugly side of the music business before calling it quits." After a long period spent dealing with line-up troubles and the dissolution of the label that had released all of their material to date, Last Perfection flew the white flag in April of 2006, performing one final show at the famous New York City underground music landmark CBGB's. "It felt right to end it there when and how we did," Marky reminisces. "They were fighting to stay open at the time, and we had just given up fighting to stay together. We no longer believed in the material we were playing, and no longer felt any reason to continue our association with the name we had. We were a different band, effectively." That final performance by Last Perfection was a terrifying, energetic outburst that gave the band the send-off it deserved, shaking the rafters and uneven wooden floor of the famed NYC punk-rock capitol with a tight and ferocious set that only hinted at the destruction to come. With Jeff Facci (of New York's deadliest metallic-hardcore monster Full Blown Chaos) usurping the drummer's throne for the final show (an association that would follow them well into creation of CFM), Last Perfection bared it's fangs one last time and snuck silently into the vaults of yesteryear, securing a dramatic footnote in the history of New York's metal underground.
The day following the final Last Perfection show saw the band entering Full Force studios in Port Jefferson, NY to record a short but violently epic two-song demo. "We didn't spend or waste any time mourning," says Marky, thinly covering an obviously genuine chuckle with a sly grin and a long drag on a Marlboro. "We knew we had work to do. We wanted this band to be everything that we felt Last Perfection wasn't. We were on a mission to make the Metal that we always wanted to hear: uncompromisingly heavy and rough, but something that's music first and Metal second. No meaningless noise, arbitrary time changes, obvious beatdown subservience, purposeless guitar exercises, or empty lyrics about evil teenaged girls; just real songs, real feelings, real music, and real Metal."
Listen to the demo, see them live (if you dare) and join me in proudly saying what needs and deserves to be said about these rising Heavy Metal titans: Mission Accomplished, guys. Mission Fucking Accomplished.
-Pastor Bedtime, AllBagel Music Press
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Come For Me My Maker is currently looking for shows around the tri-state area, so if you want to see us, message us here!
