Vocalist needed for anti-Hipster grind-death project

[Jonathan]

Hell, the title says it all.

I'm currently writing/recording 8 songs of blistering grind assault. Guitars/bass/drums all will be taken care of. I need someone(s) who:

- is annoyed by walking into the Comet and seeing dozens of scooter driving, dreadlock bearing, tattoo covered, anti-fashion coordinated hipsters.

- has the ability to receive sound files through the net, record on your own and send it back to my ass.

The name of this project is still undecided.

But it'll be something like:

"As I Lay Beneath A Buried Hipster"

This project will not go anywhere. No live performances. It is solely in existence to bring me to my goal of forming 50-60 myspace bands.

Drugs, laziness, bad attitudes, no pro gear WILL be tolerated because I will most likely never see you in person.

If interested reply here or email me at:
spleencrusher @ hotmail dot com

[MaggotExistence]

Ill do it!! Only i cant do the recording via mp3 due to my ignorance, but im currently playing with a drummer who can probably make it happen(hes one of those sound engineer dudes...only chill) Hit me up for my number if your down!

[Cardboardurinal]

If you haven't found anyone yet...if Marcus didn't work out...can I hear what you are up to on it. That will determine whether or not I am capable of what you want. I can work with Chris or someone to record for the project.

[Jonathan]

dah, no tracks laid down yet. But I've got some material written and have a number of people interested.
With the amount of interest shown, I'm tempted to do this a different way. Maybe take it a little more serious.

Either way, I'll let you know once I get more than a few songs polished. That would be badical...

[ARC150]

I read this post and thought of these (potential) lyrics that could be given to the cause...keep in mind that (1) they are obviously unfinished and (2) that I compiled them in six minutes - first draft.

enjoy:

we came in shame
all fetters and ungulating filth of the same
we came to be unmasked
all ululations and cries of the incontinent mess

we now lay before you
all writhings and manifestations of the insane
we crawl toward the worship of you
whores en masse to lay claim

wonderment means all the allowance
fools' cries to the decadent
wanderings are wonderments
and the soliloquy of the damned

ripped torn and righted again
we sing the song of sanguine intent
chewed charred and left bereft
we deign to the lord of the reticent malcontent

this is what will be
this is all that's left
this is as all should be
this is the mask we heft
upon proverbial shoulders
slackened with the maw of hate
reigned back and shackled alight
the behest of altered fate