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Frequency Illusion

by II II II

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flightoficarus (Metal Trenches)
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flightoficarus (Metal Trenches) Shake up The Number 12 Looks Like You with The Dillinger Escape Plan and add a spritz of These Arms Are Snakes and you get something close to II II II. Frequency Illusion is a chaotic, almost psychodelic mathcore gem characterized by trippy vocals, catchy grooves, and shifting time signatures.
metaltrenches.com/reviews/frequency-illusion-1205 Favorite track: Artificial Idiocy.
Andreas Wrona
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Andreas Wrona Technical and groovy music that constantly moves around in unpredictable complex rhythms. All this combined with a dynamic vocal with an extraordinary range. Without doubt an amazing album from a band I look forward to hear more of in the future! Favorite track: Recline And Fall.
Pareidolia
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Pareidolia One of my favorite new bands! Love how they manage to sound heavy without the use of a lot of gain on the guitars. It's all in the delivery. Technical, yet groovy and just..."slammin'. Brilliant musicians. It's very rare that a band makes a fan out of me on the first listen...but they did it. Bravo. Favorite track: Successful Backfire.
turtlenipl
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turtlenipl These guys did it! They hit the perfect genre for my taste. A mix between DEP, early SikTh and even some Daughters. Technical music at its finest. I love the lyrics. It's hard for me to pick a favorite song as it varies all the time But if I have to choose one right now, it would be Facing Away. The mix og screams and singing in the beginning of this track is just so amazingly great! Favorite track: Facing Away.
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1.
That spoiled brat is kicking the fence again. He’s been taught no discipline. I think we’ve become lost at… home. Just a violent spectacle, in the place where we had grown, and we can’t explain to the youth why we’re so far off path. Have you ever felt cheated, boys and girls? Give us a moment to pant out the jadedness, before we respond. Is this the price of progress? A gross amount of mirrors overstimulating? Life enhanced by sound and color-candy, fed to the brain at every age. Damage done, no turning back, but that’s the thing with this kind of disease; Once it can be identified, it’s too late. So kids in adult masks, sit in your seats or get off the bus! Strong-arm intimidation won’t work on me! Clean up your act or walk right back down the stairs! Nobody wants you here, damn right! Turned to talk back, kicked off shoes and tiptoed through the tulips. Bad man does bad and gets dragged off the stage, lessening the agony. I’ll show you a source of freedom elsewhere and explain the symptoms present, that won’t leave once you’ve shown me something personal. Disclosing deeper feelings, God bless those who serve right. Afraid for security if the fuming doesn’t end tonight. Revealing the works of telepathic curiosity, spreading to every bubble in my mind.
2.
Flat-screen saves face. Steal my fake name, see if I care. Encryption started into the recluse task. Tragedy or not? Label us. Following the distortions? Good! What are you pushing for? Your strife falls off to the side when you name your price. What are you pushing for? You’re making such a big mess. Are you pushing just to push? Can’t put a price on the ending of the world; It’s been tried but ineffectively ending without intervention. One ends up alone with feelings of damage and an enduring resentment wishing that wish we could all come together as part of one big circle. Mine iron, we’ll make or break. This is the price of admission. Like a heavy weight, initiated to go rogue. I can take on all the champions and not just for the recognition. Islands occupied by proxy, avoiding capture. Pirate programming dictates the automation, live now. Eerie thinking of the carrying on after the shutdown. Treading virgin territory, bound by… Tall tales hesitate in telling the overzealous truth given excess complications. Waiting in this dim lit den, hesitation and amazement. What exactly are we here for? What am I here for? Gone from kings of the mountain to hiding in the hermit’s hole.
3.
Facing Away 04:20
I’m open to outside ideas, just don’t forget… To take advantage of what’s already there. I make headway in open season slaughter; a necessary precondition. I’m so wrong about my killing machine Phlogiston ultraviolet Higher up, hired us to snap neck, crack skull, and roll a brain across the floor. But I don’t wanna take orders anymore. If I could I would free others like me. Test the leader! Vicious planet made a deal. I’ll play your game a certain way, so I can keep my end of the bargain and I’ve still got my… Own opinions, so try me; I am no lightweight. Rolling the credits; looks like laser-straight limelight! Damn! somebody’s loving it just for compensation. Minimal rumination. You were wrong to disbelieve me. A possibly impudent violation of arousal; unlike much flattery indulging in the imagery of uninformed necessity; foregoing popularity for the sake of integrity. I’m wondering what strangely expressive character has precisely worded the publication to twist the collective imagination. Is it impossible to excuse my horrible thought crime, treason that just might be onto something? If there’s anybody out there listening. Stay strong and we’ll ride it out; start over with fresh air. After the dogs of the traitors sniff around. What can I do to brighten the mood in the room? Is guilt just the nature of this game? If I told you I grew out of it, would you believe it? Depleted option seated, and needed yesterday. Don’t feed the animals, they’re already well fed. We’re taking over the show and cleaning all the filth and stains. There’s really no need to get upset.
4.
Hot Chance 03:17
Fires happen. You’ll be lucky if the money returns. Found worried and afraid to get rid of me. But you took the time to look into a cover. Vacation in urgency with no return. The agency imposed a late order. You got them hooked on a line; You got them hooked on a line so now they will hear what you say. Irregular ideas cross, signature included, initial anything policy. You never see the red tape until you see yourself out. You panic and look to prestigious books and read them for help. No rest, no peace. More jokes lost on casino dealing but I’m glad to know the style team played out nice. They gave the name a real serious look – Yeah! Prince of the pleasure dice, it was a lucky night not bad – Oh Yeah – OH! Prison cannot follow me this deep in debt, yeah! Humiliated, yes, it’s a sharp tool kiss no slack connecting. This tunnel to a rubble street, head up effectively unfortunate. Nothing more seductive than to keep my hand in this bet. I cannot lose here. Wish I could see - tomorrow. I have a new invitation, looks like a dull one. While still giving respect it relates to my worth. Undone animals curve the wordless script. But the beast on duty gets the most respect. Do you get it? Well respected? Relation, imagine your worth as a newfound prince. Every challenge eliminated. I need danger. Faster torture. Drop the cover, forget your guilt while the privacy is down. Problem fixed from 13 steeples deep; Rising from the sea. In the pitch black nothing morning.
5.
Triggered & shocked by what I… found. Come now and tell me everything. Act as victim. Fulfilling my duties; warping the interview, just to discredit and keep asleep. There’s no need to hide a secret when we have ways to extract them, so be nice. We still kill ill. You call that a dream? Smells like more. Accessories add contempt to the crime, thank you. Bad accidents tend to make something rewarding, so come right this way. Sing aloud in confidence, try your best to puzzle them. I wish you well. Peak activity switch talk, playful urge to return lovingly waiting there; always on the jurisdiction line. Native fruit ability mimicked, but that’s what up in a starved condition. We can talk and we can blow our smoke and reignite this fire again and burn again. Confined in our modern version of a prison where we are no longer human but we seek results. I can’t remember much. Dead inside and innocent, OW!
6.
Knocking, heavily on the front door. Raising tension, who are you? Candles extinguished, and then smoke. Instability in the moment is no good. Chingada well-dressed appearance for a plane Jane. Switch the shot to money constraints that call to my name appearing. Well excuse me, but I’m on no one’s side, I just want the good life. Can’t believe it’s a crime, I can’t believe it! You report me to your guards and give me judgment?! I admit that I like a little music in the times between war and peace. And as for comfort, sometimes I let it win. Don’t you remember me? I’m rich gains you can trust. I’m God’s truth and I don’t need to say that I’m sorry. Trust enough and tell all excitedly but how did you know? I live a life of karma swift and fair? Quiet and perfect in a way. The mind blowing component blown. A slippery slope omen brags about Borrowed time on a high interest loan. This form of consolidation will cause an immediate, drastic improvement…Or so I’m told! Figure it out! So just switch the blade to my neck and cut straight; prove to my peers appealing. My life is a world of laughs; I exist to split sides! Live-streamed online, would you believe it? I’ve been dealt this hand of cards. I’m vindicated by the highest bias that… Tied me up from the inside out and tightened the belt. And the means to the ends reject my appeal to cease breath. The banality of this punishment… Is not just a delusion but the dreams of torturers who sugar-coat their work to be palatable to the mouth of their foes. But so sour in their stomach. POISON This shell is my home. Situation is uncomfortable but more stable. No place to look but shadows on my wall.
7.
This time I can’t just touch and go, another night turned down. Easier than drowning in education. Shut your big mouth or else your big mouth will be shut out. Get better, get happy before we explode; before we seek out asylum. No comfort zones; lets stack sums of the troubles that we’ve known. We went last for all else just to expose our souls to this place of misfortune. In an ocean of animosity, I’m the fool who fell for love. Cage your pretty bird before the fat-cats lie and sing trickery to take it away. Now is the correct timing. It’s the right temperature for decomposition in the city, and the proper ritualistic arrangement sits in wait. Evidence a fate that must speak your truth. Kicked out the sliding direction. Only those with something to gain can come along on the ride. The million limited worried by what we are celebrating. They’ll never know for sure; We speak only… In language of modern location. So far hollowed out. Can’t crack. Square might take the circle back. Flailing like an un-sober soul. Must continue through fire I walk, And It’s already set off Don’t you panic, it’s all going to… BURN! Quickly before we can defile with startling efficiency. Oh hell no! I do not belong with the rats. Submission to compassionate passionless targets for destructive shame. I’ll not remain trapped inside of a kingdom that died and they tell me it lives but they can’t help but lie. But I promise to speak honestly despite perhaps misunderstood. Surely these are troubled times and there isn’t time to fight when you notice that we are flat lining. Try to change me all you want; I will not dig my own grave. No way!
8.
Not the party I was looking forward to, but it makes up for the promises left… unfulfilled. The crowd is becoming bored! When the contrary opens its mouth, shut it, shut it, SHUT IT! The herd has learned to recognize the disguise. Eyes locked on the clock. Exactly how much time has been wasted inactive behind closed doors? I can’t ever forget mercy, oh my! Cynicism get back! I’m in charge of my afflictions! I’ve cut my own heart strings. One tries breaking in the void. What kind of person is this? Has a taste for whipping and other cruel torments and calls it right. If I had my way, I’d hack at every wire and chain, the psychic embolism would bring regal cities to their knees in blooming clarity. Finding a truth to save. One can learn to get used to the abuse; the pain and pleasure intertwined, and after so long one ceases to notice a difference between the two. When the situation forbids ever finding what’s been lost by a broken psyche, don’t suffer by struggling, it doesn’t fix a life, it only wastes its time. Don’t be so impatient and reckless right away! Testify to the court, if you care so terribly. I’ll decide for myself… Whoah! What’s real.
9.
So, here I go again… Wrapping myself tight… Into the web; an assassin’s technique. I’ve got some building skills impressive to the community in need. Oh, I’m stagnant but I’m awake and can cope with death. Did you know that the weapon compatibility list just dropped? Along with surveillance. Without a say of a better thought out practice of organization. Provocateur berserker engaged. Just look at the ways they can agitate from the perch hanging over the fence. It’s a clever trick, but it’s a played out concept. Try something a little more off-kilter and wicked if you want me to sign. And remember that there’s a bug in my line that will kill if I don’t keep lying. so I must speak cryptically. Becoming the new flesh. I become the new flesh. Unconventional freedom. Psychic masochism forced down and out of element. New mental autonomy. I see one way to save me, Only one way to save me. End the pressure, decrease the amount of hands on me until I agree. That something can be done at all to fix what they think’s wrong with me. I’ll do all that I can but I will need some help to… Track the wave rhythm. See that it’s lopsided. Measure then reverse and focus. You met me on the fence.
10.
Shockwave, blast, crush! Circular monitors rumble abrasively. Black hole, so loud you can almost see it! It’s exhausting. This cage is locked tight. Shoot cycle number three. All hell secretly incoming, I run for it! In the local paper, the report eyewitnesses. Devastating injury, injury! It’s causing us some trouble in the natural habitat. Tied down, confined humanely. Obviously vindictive policy… In danger of losing its funding. Believe me… It’s wild! This Stockholm kidnapping. Atomic liberation, now. Nobody knows the truth of what we do, they wouldn’t understand. Now is the time, and everything we need is in the grip of our palm. It’s time for us to face it. The dogmas are still abusing… you. And they authentically despise. The addiction brought here tonight. Who the hell am I, after this passes? Preoccupied with the last sharp control of the moment.
11.
Don’t keep selling me out, stop begging the question. The compass is bent in the wrong direction. Wandering without central magnetics; stuck in the flow. I need a long break! Get me some rest, I never promised you (any) poetic text secretly telling all radio static blasting through the black out. Oh, it’s been too long, and I’m looking for another opinion. It’s so easy to avoid a life of fear, if you just avoid living life. But sometimes vicious lies can circle back and bite you with sharpened teeth. Top to bottom talk must deliver something worth more than gold and silver, I’ve got some news to make you shiver. I estimate this mark is serious. Self-inflicted within examination. Top to bottom talk just delivered. Derangement, deviancy, sloth and gluttony; Just as I would have turned it into. Have you heard what I’ve heard? Tiger prowling, is now departing. So put on the brakes and back up. See what I missed, calling me back with a… Distraction staring, in the rear view. [I’ve] been sold distrust of my memories. It’s been too long To remember the face the right way. To remember the voice saying: “This is the last time I come as apparition. It’s almost time to go home. Scratch the mud out your eyes, look at what’s going on around you.” It’s an old freak-out; a warmed over cold case situation. Do me a favor and meet me in person. More old fashion like the old days. To be honest I preferred it that way. Over-complicated infancy. Recommending some self-investigation. I’m no criminal but I’m unforgiven. I hear the cackling raiders of the long distance riot-crew chasing me down. Their trap rises up around me. They want to buy me out just to run me down. Do I really need to prove myself in spite of this threat? Run, run far away and never think of coming back. The last thing I need is to grovel and plead on my knees. God knows where I could be just an hour from now. Run, run far away and never think of turning back. These old feelings are fleeting and my hearts not built for bleeding. Run, run far away and never think of turning back. These old feelings are fleeting and my hearts not built for bleeding.

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released September 22, 2017

Music - Matt Baldwinson
Lyrics/Vocals - Austin Sorrenti

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