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Static-X: Wayne Static (vocals, guitar, keyboards, programming); Tripp Eisen (guitar); Tony Campos (bass, background vocals); Ken Jay (drums). Recorded at Studio 508, Los Angeles, California from October 2000-January 2001. The follow-up to Static-X's 1999 debut WISCONSIN DEATH TRIP finds the hard-hitting quartet continuing down the same industrial-flavored path of jackhammer tempi, leaden guitar crunch and crashing rhythms. Despite the amicable departure of guitarist Koichi Fukuda, former Dope axe- wielder Tripp Eisen does a fine job fitting in alongside founding members Wayne Static, Keny Jay, and Tony Campos. Working on the gloom and doom side of the tracks, Static-X keep things interesting with the kind of controlled chaos that makes for an interesting exercise in manipulating dynamics. This studio experimentation encompasses everything from an unholy alliance of ambient textures and choppy industrial-strength riffs ("Permanence") to electronic blips and tortuously drawn out sturm and drang that could double as the soundtrack to Armageddon ("A Dios Alma Perdido"). Elsewhere, sputtering electronics and vocalist Static's defiant howl drive the breakneck "This Is Not" while a more sinister aura grips the considerably less frantic "Cold." Not for the faint of heart, MACHINE churns up and spits out any thoughts of Static-X suffering from a sophomore jinx. 

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Black and White Lost in my own world Lost in my own world Lost in my Lost in my own world Lost in my own world Lost in my Getting to the right Getting to the wrong Getting mine Getting to the right Getting to the wrong Getting high Losing your mind Losing your mind It's blurring It's fading Your soul's on fire It's black and white Burning inside Burning Inside Burning into white Burning inside Burning inside Burning into night Yourself collides Yourself collides Yourself into mine Yourself collides Yourself collides Yourself splinters like Losing your mind Losing your mind It's blurring It's fading Your soul's on fire It's black and white Blurring the light Blurring the light It's ours for the taking Flickering colors It's black and white
Get to the Gone Get to the gone Under the gun Drop in drop out Get to the gone Get to the gone It's just the way you wanna be Under the gun It's just the to be Drop in Drop out To begin with it's killing me Killing the one thing I know this to be I fly I fly Around the World Through the night sky I feel the end The end is near Relations Die One Mile Ten thousand miles Makes no difference Changes more changes Get to it Get to the gone You get it Get to become A relic A cynic An addict Automatic destruction Get to it Get to the gone You get it Get to become The static The Metal The hell Get to get it Sensation
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