Original Version Japanese Import Version Digipack Version 1. Shock 4:58 1. Shock 4:58 1. Shock 4:58 2. Edgecrusher 3:39 2. Edgecrusher 3:39 2. Edgecrusher 3:39 3. Smasher / devourer 5:35 3. Smasher / devourer 5:35 3. Smasher / devourer 5:35 4. Securitron {police state 2000} 5:47 4. Securitron {police state 2000} 5:47 4. Securitron {police state 2000} 5:47 5. Descent 4:37 5. Descent 4:37 5. Descent 4:37 6. Hi-tech hate 4:34 6. Hi-tech hate 4:34 6. Hi-tech hate 4:34 7. Freedom or fire 5:11 7. Freedom or fire 5:11 7. Freedom or fire 5:11 8. Obsolete 3:52 8. Obsolete 3:52 8. Obsolete 3:52 9. Resurrection 6:35 9. Resurrection 6:35 9. Resurrection 6:35 10. Timelessness 4:09 10. Timelessness 4:09 10. Timelessness 4:09 11. Cars (Gary Numan cover) 3:41 11. 0-0 {where evil dwells} (Wiseblood cover) 5:16 12. 0-0 {where evil dwells} (Wiseblood cover) 5:16 12. Soulwound 3:53 13. Soulwound 3:53 14. Messiah 3:32 15. Concreto 3:36 total time 48:57 total time 58:06 total time 68:55 Promo Version French CD-ROM Version Slipcase Version 1. Shock 4:58 1. Shock 4:58 1. Shock 4:58 2. Edgecrusher 3:39 2. Edgecrusher 3:39 2. Edgecrusher 3:39 3. Smasher / devourer 5:35 3. Smasher / devourer 5:35 3. Smasher / devourer 5:35 4. Securitron {police state 2000} 5:47 4. Securitron {police state 2000} 5:47 4. Securitron {police state 2000} 5:47 5. Descent 4:37 5. Descent 4:37 5. Descent 4:37 6. Hi-tech hate 4:34 6. Hi-tech hate 4:34 6. Hi-tech hate 4:34 7. Freedom or fire 5:11 7. Freedom or fire 5:11 7. Freedom or fire 5:11 8. Obsolete 3:52 8. Obsolete 3:52 8. Obsolete 3:52 9. Resurrection 6:35 9. Resurrection 6:35 9. Resurrection 6:35 10. Timelessness 4:09 10. Timelessness 4:09 10. Timelessness 4:09 11. Du Vieux 12. Du Neuf 13. Des Interviews 14. Que Des Bonnes Choses, Quoi ! total time 48:57 total time 48:57 total time 48:57
Shock 2076 A.D. Everything that you believe to be true is a contradiction. Imagine a world that is suffering a slow decay, and a culture on the edge of extinction. A world in chaos brought to obedient order by the machines that man created. The linear programming that the system machine created to bring order is failing steadily due to the one variable the machines cannot compute... humanity. In this time, man has become a docile creature herded into submission under the mechanical laws that apply, programmed and desensitized for their convenience. However, there are certain persons drawn together for reasons that are grounds for punishment, or even death. These people long and yearn for a change within the infrastructure, a better way of life, and a logical existence. These people create factions that congregate in total secrecy in places random and unknown. These factions maintain chaos in society in order to disrupt the system, locate the weak spot, and trigger a collapsing effect. Their anger is only superseded by their will to exist, and nothing could be stronger. Scene I Fade from black into a dim, tungsten-let room. The walls are the texture of rust, and the color of dried blood. Below the light stands a man in the center of the room, and he is surrounded by various persons, sitting or squatting on the floor. The dim light scarcely highlights his harsh exterior. He is rigid in form, and severe in his expression. The people around him seem intent to hear what he is saying, for this is the eve of their attrition. Prepare for auditory illusions in the spatial environment, Welcome to my world Headfirst to the earth With my sight on the goddamned kill switch I've become a fuse Charged with attitude Fixed and dialated by my anger I have become a direct I have become a current I have become a direct I have become a insurgent I will be the power surge Shock to the system Electrified, amplified Shock to the system Alternate my wires Heat my core desire I will not stand for condemnation I've become the volts To lead the revolt Fuck with me ensues certain danger I have become a direct I have become a current I have become a direct I have become a insurgent I will be the power surge Shock to the system Electrified, amplified Shock to the system I am the power surge I am the insurgent Electrified, amplified Electrified, amplified Shock! Edgecrusher Cut to an angle directly in front of a viewing monitor. A large screen flush-mounted to the wall. There are no knobs, buttons, or ON/OFF switch. The screen is flat black, and there is no sound. Suddenly there is a "pop" sound, and then a low electrical hum. An image is slowly coagulating on the screen, and the hum turns into scrambled jargon. After a few more seconds, the image has solidified, and we see something that resembles a news report. The sounds have been decoded, and we listen in to what the report is about: - Newscaster - "This is programming Channel 5 bringing you the latest update on the Maxi-Security Containment Facility Breach." On the monitor, we see an image of a massive structure. The sounds of sirens and red alert alarms echo in the background. Smoke drifts in and out of the camera, occasionally obstructing the view. There are squads of enforcers in front of the structure preparing anti-terrorist tactics and maneuvers. - Newscaster - "We have live coverage and a correspondent at the scene." A well-groomed, well-dressed reporter steps into camera view, his plasticity shrouded behind his winning grin. - Reporter - "It is mass hysteria down here at the MSC facility. Only moments ago did this well-ordered facility explode into a structure of crumbling chaos. We have been tipped by reliable informants from within the facility that the breach was instigated by the Faction; however, no claim has been forwarded. The actual breach was caused by EDGECRUSHER from inside protected walls. He has been serving a sentence for Public Disorder and Infrastructure Sabotage. Could we roll the clip?..." Due to the graphic nature of this program listener discretion is advised Conceived in a hell beyond your depth of perception Chaotic case of conquering domination Psychopath snaps fired chains of imprisonment A bludgeoning force that's undermining the government Inflict strain upon the structure Collapsing below my pressure Inflict strain upon the structure Collapsing below my pressure Break of the edgecrusher... The purist, non-conformist, jaded subhuman terrorist From flesh to steel and blood to blade I fight to exist A rival of justice, extreme rush of hatred Survival in a twisted world where nothing is sacred Inflict strain upon the structure Collapsing below my pressure Inflict strain upon the structure Collapsing below my pressure Break of the edgecrusher... Smasher / Devourer The file footage ends abruptly, and the reporter is once again center screen. Reporter "We now have word that EDGECRUSHER has eluded the enforcers, and has fled the area. Much damage has been sustained by the facility, and quite a few civilian and state casualties has been accounted for." Images of bodies strewn across the grounds of the facility. We see enforcers picking through the debris. The camera manages to pick up every detail of suffering. Reporter "The state has allocated reinforcements for the tracking, apprehension, and custody of EDGECRUSHER. We have been informed that a SMASHER/DEVOURER module has been issued for reconnaissance." On the monitor appears an image that looks like solid and mechanical. A bi-pedal design with an egg-shaped, armoured mainframe. What appears to be arms are actually weaponry for protection. The camera follows this machine as it lumbers across the landscape of the facility. Reporter "Now that SMASHER/DEVOURER is on the scene, we will hopefully see an end to the violence, and our city will sleep in safe comfort tonight." The images from the facility remain on the monitor. The live coverage of the event continues to be transmitted for all to see. The sounds of the area are still loud and clear. The chaos is enhanced by the demonstrators outside the facility. Demonstrators that support EDGECRUSHER's route for a change. The camera continues to follow SMASHER/DEVOURER's search. Over the noise of the chaos, we hear the commands of the machine to the hostile congregation: Fear me not but fear my hell Man made me so I could kill Praise me in the name of war I destroy both rich and poor I am the way, prepare for salvation I am the way, prepare for salvation Strength in time of suffering Man alone is a weakling Ascension is what you ask I will be the fall of man I am the way, prepare for salvation I am the way, prepare for salvation Salvation... Those of you who dare to stray I will tear your mind away Those of you who dare to stray I will take your life away Salvation... I am the way, prepare for salvation I am the way, prepare for salvation Salvation... Securitron (Police State 2000) The scene cuts to a dark alleyway. There is garbage scattered across the ground, and the only light available creeps around the corners of various structures. Sounds of helicopters and sirens are nearly inaudible. EDGECRUSHER traverses over the city with tenacity and stealth, constantly aware of the watchful monitors of the SECURITRON system. The visible red glow of the camera eye is purposely conspicuous, to maintain the order. To let you know you are clearly under surveillance. EDGECRUSHER is forced to take flight underground. He descends into the shadows below street level. The only refuge he can find is within the refuse. He knows that he is safe from incident from any enforcer among the trash. He proceeds onward despite his odds. Invade and encompass to judge and dissect Witness and persecute to serve and protect To serve, and protect to serve To serve, and protect to serve Watchful and aware, contrain every movement Admit the consequences, freedom's an illusion Where is security governed through scrutiny? Your privacy denied, organized and confined! No place to hide! No place to hide! There is no place to hide Plugged in your mind Conformed design To concede your rights Concede your mind Surrender to authority "All must abide and all must adhere" Future oppression becoming more clear This is a warning so you must take heed This coming vision is reality Where is security governed through scrutiny? Your privacy denied, organized and confined! No place to hide No place to hide... Descent The scene fades out with EDGECRUSHER running down a deserted street, away from the camera and into the night. Scene II Fade from black to the same monitor as before. Already flashing across the screen are multiple images of violence, depravity, and despair. These are auditory illusions that will relate to mechanisms normally enhancing accuracy of perception EDGECRUSHER is alone. He has grown tired, and appears worn out. He has been running for so long from the grasp of SMASHER/DEVOURER, and evading the scope of SECURITRON. His situation is looking bleak, and the stress and angst wear on his face heavily. He ponders his own outcome, calculating every living moment of his life with the variables of his own actions. He dwells upon his life, and what it actually amounts to. He asks himself if he is merely becoming a repetition in the overall machine. Has his quest for freedom become a meaningless descent into oblivion? EDGECRUSHER stops in an abandoned building to rest himself. As he falls to sleep on a cold, flat floor, he repeats the same words as he does every night: Falling victim from neglect Designed thoughts and intellect Forgotten and displaced The crux of my dismay I feel nothing I am nothing I feel nothing Nothing How deep I descend? Until I reach my end? How deep I descend? Deeper into this abyss Weighted down and sinking fast Life did not offer me More than false destiny I feel nothing I am nothing I feel nothing Nothing How deep I descend? Until I reach my end? How deep I descend? I am nothing I feel nothing I am nothing I feel nothing Nothing Nothing... How deep I descend? Until I reach my end? How deep I descend? Hi-Tech Hate EDGECRUSHER lifts his head and looks to the night sky. He realizes that his life is worth the effort, so he maintains, to arise... Scene III This scene begins in a room that reeks of sterility. It appears to be an office of someone with ranking authority. On the walls of the office are neatly framed pictures in a uniform design. All the photographs are of men in dark suits extending plastic hands as if they were welcoming you inside. The camera closes in tight on one man in a particular photo, and focuses on his frigid smile and steely eyes. From this angle, the camera pulls back from the photograph through the office, and out through the window. Focusing into shape is an official, heavily guarded building. As the view continues to pan backward, the structure resembles an abstract fortress. Enforcers patrol the compound, while in the distance, we hear a commotion, like many voices chanting in unison. We continue backward, beyond the compound's boundaries, and we finally see what is causing all this noise. It is a large group of angry protesters holding signs with anti-war slogans. Factions of various dissensions. The harsh man emerges forward from the seething crowd. He turns to face the people, as if they have turned into an audience, and raises the megaphone in his hand to his mouth. He begins to orate: These weapons of mass destruction Around our world, threat to us all! Operated by fears, cold over years Systematic death, terminal breath! Leaders of our time just stand behind An arsenal to end us all! Fighting a war, we can't ignore Destined to fall, cowards to all!... We are losing, weapons controlling This is the hour of your reckoning These weapons of mass destruction Around our world, threat to us all! Fighting a war, we can't ignore Destined to fall, cowards to all!... We are losing, weapons controlling This is the hour of your reckoning No more arsenal threatens all Heading for a downfall Mass destruction, mass destruction Mass destruction for all Freedom or Fire As the man is finishing his statement, SECURITRON's enforcers move in on the crowd. Brandishing guns and laden with heavy armour, they surround the people, huddling them together like a mass of rats preparing for annihilation. Panic ensues, and it spreads like wildfire. Like a cornered animal, freedom is the object. The same harsh looking man that had spoken before to the people about the state's unwarrantable plans of genocide is suddenly thrust into the realm of deciding his own fate: freedom or captivity. This man sees in his mind that true freedom is impossible in this scrutinized society, and the choice of capture is imminent, an outcome that is a living death. He knew of this possibility before he arrived at this place. Without hesitation, he grabs a large metallic container and unscrews the cap. As the enforcers move in closer, the man raises the container above his head as an act of defiance. Liquid instantly drenches the man as te smell of gasoline permeates the area. He has prepared himself for this destiny. As he holds a single match in his fingers, we listen to his final words: How can you accept social suppression This weak state of mind in our time I demand release from hypocrisy I'd rather die than be held down, forced down Freedom or fire Freedom or fire I'm on the threshold of revolution I'd rather burn than be held down, forced down Freedom or fire Freedom or fire Unrestrained determination Set ablaze for liberation Locked in chains of this sovereignty Let me be 'cause I long to be Free! Free! Unrestrained determination Set ablaze for liberation Set ablaze Set ablaze Obsolete His final words become screams of laughter as the horrified mass looks on, only to visualize his actual release from this oppressive society. A burning memory, emblazoned in the pages of history. We are sorry. You are now experiencing pitch segration by interaural phase due to momentary amplitude disparity. Please stand by. After the flames subside, members of the crowd disperse in order to escape detainment of the enforcers. Others are rounded up into custody only to await further proceedings of injustice. One enforcer marches up to the charred remains as if he was inspecting for life signs. Enforcer "Negative..." He spots the megaphone laying near the body, and with gloved hands, picks it up. The instrument that once was the voice of reason has suddenly transformed into a melted, mutated vision of disorder. Speaking out against the people it had previously tried to sanctify. The words are hateful and arrogant. Imperious and mechanically calculated: Nothing is the way it seems Discerning man from machines now Dominate as to erase Wiping man off earth's face now Defaced by all inept justice Shamed by the mental abuses Branded "inferior weakness" Ordered to cease and desist! Man is obsolete! Our world, obsolete! Man is obsolete! Erased, extinct! Obsolete! Fueling engines through deceit To eradicate humanity Defaced by all inept justice Shamed by the mental abuses Branded "inferior weakness" Ordered to cease and desist! Man is obsolete! Our world, obsolete! Man is obsolete! Erased, extinct! Obsolete! Resurrection Among the shadows, EDGECRUSHER witnesses the entire event. The unnecessary maximization of injudicious power. He thinks to himself: "How weak... where did our humanity disappear to? Where does the soul of man reside now? Locked away inside the fear, the machine that perpetuates ignorance? In order to save humanity, we must first give a damn! We must respect ourselves as a free-thinking culture and procreate compassion for one another. Without compassion, man will certainly become obsolete. A vague reflection of a long dead existence..." As he eludes the enforcers, he unknowingly enters an abandoned building. It is dark, cold, and deserted. There is a ray of light piercing the darkness from a window high above. The light exposes rows of old, wooden seats. One row on either side. In the shadows, behind the ray of light, he sees a statue of a man, hanging vertically with his arms spread out side to side. He has seen this image before, but a very long time ago. Almost like a faded memory. He contemplates whether it was a myth or a legend. As he walks up to the figure, he views the colored glass on the walls, and the paintings of man with glowing orbs around their heads. Now standing adjacent to the statue, he extends his arm with a curious hand to touch the tired-looking face of the forgotten man. Consumed with memories that precede today Given a chance to bereave life that's slipping away Suffered through tragedy of my slow decay Deceptive tendencies dragged my soul away All that I know there was no God for me Force that shatters all, absence of mortality Revive all my fears Revive wasted tears Revive void within Revive once again... Forsaken by destiny, forsaken by my own mind I must remove my skin to see belief in your eyes All that I know there was no God for me Force that shatters all, absence of humanity Revive all my fears Revive wasted tears Revive void within Revive once again... Reach for the sky Touch the sky Revive a hope For mankind Timelessness As he walks away from the hanging figure, he glances back for a moment. The dampness in the air appears to be affecting the statue, for the beam of light is now hitting the face, and it seems as though he he has been weeping. "Lest we forget the lost..." Our world is on the verge of a temporal displacement, and it will be humanity that falls victim to the repercussions. The few humans remaining desperately search for answers to their infinitesimal existence. Searching for others that long for the touch of something real and definitive, not blind and contrived. Searching for something that will break the vast loneliness of humanity. The camera cuts to the SECURITRON monitor. The screen is black and deep. All you see is your own reflection, mirrored in space. Alone in a solitary void. You are floating outside your own existence, looking at yourself through eyes other than your own. Voices from a nether part of your subconscious echo into the chasm of your conscious mind. You reach for the screen and... I've felt darkness Closing in on me Chilling shadows Surrounding me I've had the poison Leak into my skin And it corroded My heart away Blew away Cut away Dark night of my soul... The camera fades to black as the monitor fades out with a low electrical hum and a small white dot in the centre of the screen End program Lyrics in plain text format	Line up Dino Cazares - guitar Burton C. Bell - vocals Christian Olde Wolbers - bass Raymond Herrera - drums Artwork Info Keyboards and programming by Rhys Fulber Introduction to "Edgecrusher" by Pat Hoed Technical scratching on "Edgecrusher" by DJ Zodak DJ Zodak appears courtesy of Battle Axe Records Spoken word on "Obsolete" by Gary Numan Gary Numan appears courtesy of Eagle Rock Entertainment String arrangement on "Resurrection" and "Timelessness" by Dino Cazares, Mark Ferris and Rhys Fulber Chamber strings on "Resurrection" and "Timelessness" by El Ferace, Susie Hodge, Walter Creery, Falstaff Fallen, Monty Washington, Coco Collingwood, Narcissa, Pepé Lamoco, Cleo Ledingham and Chelsea Devon All music written by Dino Cazares, Raymon Herrera and Christian Olde Wolbers, except "Timelessness" by Dino Cazares and Rhys Fulber. All lyrics written by Burton C. Bell, except "Edgecrusher" by Burton C. Bell and Madchild. "Conception 5" written by Burton C. Bell All songs published by Roadblock Music, Inc. 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West Heath, Birmingham B31-3HR U.K. Produced by Rhys Fulber and Fear Factory Additional Production by Greg Reely Mixed by Greg Reely, Rhys Fulber and Dino Cazares Progressive engineering by Greg Reely Recorded at Mushroom Studios, Vancouver, B.C. Assistant engineers: Pete Wonsiak and Scott Ternan Mixed and additional recording at Armoury Studios, Vancouver, B.C. Assistant engineers: Delwyn Brooks and Paul Silveira Digital editing by Jennifer Lewis, Craig Waddell, Sean Stubbs, Greg Reely and Fear Factory Digitally assembled by Craig Waddell, Greg Reely, and Dino Cazares at Gotham City, Vancouver, B.C. Mastered by Ted Jensen at Sterling Sound, New York, NY A&R: Monte Conner *Cars* written by Gary Newman Published by Beggars Banquet Ltd., Admin. by Warner-Tamerlane Publishing (BMI). Vocals on *Cars* by Gary Newman and Burton C. Bell Gary Newman appears courtesy of Eagle Rock Entertainment *0-0 (Where Evil Dwells)* written by Jim Thirwell and Roli Mosimann. Published by Dimeheart Limited *Soulwound* and *Messiah* written by Dino Cazares, Raymond Herrera, Christian Olde Wolbers and Burton C. Bell Published by Roadblock Music, Inc., (ASCAP) / Hatefile Music (ASCAP) / Roadster Music B.V. *Concreto* written by Dino Cazares, Raymond Herrera and Burton C. Bell Published by Roadblock Music, Inc., (ASCAP) / Hatefile Music (ASCAP) / Roadster Music B.V. Recorded in 1994 during the Demanufacture sessions, and previously available only on the limited Dog Day Sunrise single. Produced by Colin Richardson Mixed by Greg Reely, Rhys Fulber and Fear Factory Review We've had to wait a long time for this. There's three years between this and their previous metal album, Demanufacture. It seems they used most of this time working on the remix album Remanufacture, because the musical style of Obsolete is very similar to that of Demanufacture. Not that I don't like it, it's very good. It just sounds very familiar. On the bright site, the cd looks fantastic. The artwork is great, and the complete storyline in the lyrics is brilliant I think. So Obsolete sounds good and looks great, but I hope their next cd will be more original musically. Rating: 7.5 out of 10