beautifully destructive, new york's doomsday virus has arisen from remission to spread their soundtrack of autonomous apocalypse to unprotected ears around the globe.  

 

snarling vocals and panicked screams deliver brutal, biting lyrics over punishing electronics.  sonic sacrifices of synthesizers and disfigured drums form the foundation for this hallowed horrorscape of nightmare noise.  whiskey and nicotine fuel the frenetic fury of guitars turned to bonesaw blades within the swarm of song.

 

shaking off the shackles of their own dearest demons, n.dru virus (vocals/synths/drums) and raHb eleven (guitars/synths/drums) have spent the better part of two years painstakingly preparing this exercise in exorcism.  newest affliction, matt vellocet (live synths/recording engineer) arrived with whip in hand to inflict a final flogging to the wrenching recording process.

 

when all is dark, when all is done, doomsday virus is back, with nowhere to run.  leaving everything on the table, shattered, spattered, and spilling onto the cracked concrete floor...
 

THIS IS THE SOUND OF NOTHING MORE TO GIVE

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Band Photo © 2015 Angela Dimock Photography
Contact:  ndru.virus@gmail.com

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