A flickering streetlight flashes across exposed metal in a dark alley. Denim. Leather. Vulcanized rubber. Asphalt. You. What's your place in all of this? Are you a victim? Are you a sinner, or are you the sin? Time stops. Your pulse races. As one footstep gives way to another, ever closer, you fall into the slipstream of mental agony. In this state you find the simpler times that once comforted you were built on a foundation of shifting sand. The truths behind the mechanisms of grandiose mythologies laid bare, you stand awestruck by the anguish and horror.
There is no peace in death.
There is only: the Rod of Correction.
Lies, the debut EP from San Diego's Rod Of Correction, showcases a tasteful collision of punk, metal and hardcore that only veteran players could bring to the table. Though punk and metal have a long, sordid history of playing footsy, true heads always check for the next mutation this pairing has to spawn, and for these hoary hosts of Hoggoth doth the Rod of Correction exist. Leeway, Broken Bones, Anthrax, Suicidal and Excel all contribute to the foundation of the group's sound, but it's the members' collective decades of playing in various bands that give them the foresight not to simply plagiarize, but rather build off said foundation and create an honest vision they can call their own. This vision extends to every detail of Lies, with extreme attention paid to tone, production, artwork and lyrics. The result is an enduring record that demands repeat spins, cranked up real high, complimented by a heavy dose of fist banging mania.