"Landmine" from the EP "Horseplay" from LA-based deathrock/synthpunk outfit VR SEX.
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Technology was meant to be humanity’s tool to combat famine, disease, confusion, and to facilitate life, culture, and innovation. Instead, we’re mired in a digital labyrinth that few care to navigate or even solve. Perhaps it’s not a ruse and the matrices coded by keyboard maestros are a path to liberation, but without querying the constructs we cannot ruminate on their affectations on humanity.

VR SEX are audio/visual provocateurs who transpose the identifiers of death rock, synth punk, post-punk, ambient, and ethereal soundscapes into an audit on technology and its imprint on our collective psyche. Their debut EP, Horseplay, was recorded solely by the mercenary seer Noel Skum (Andrew Clinco of Drab Majesty/Marriages) and initially released as a limited edition cassette in April 2019.

Through PSRS or Procreation Simulation Reproduction Stimulation, humans can act on their hedonistic desires and not face the responsibilities and consequences that come with being an ill-prepared guardian. The future of our offspring will exist in virtual realms and population growth in turn will be stabilized. VR SEX is the cure to most societal ills. Rather than being emblematic of influences, each song by VR SEX infuses a dire tension that cuts shimmer with fetid frequencies, never establishing an aural hierarchy or urgency. Instead, we’re led into punchy capsules of “dour pop”; the balance of saccharine and sour so emblematic of the VR SEX hive mind.

The live iteration of the band features visionary mercenaries Z. Oro (Aaron Montaigne of Antioch Arrow, Heroin, and DBC) on drums, and Mico Frost (Brian Tarney) on synths and bass.

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"Landmine" lyrics:

BIRDS OF A FEATHER MIGHT FUCK TOGETHER
STUCK IN THE NEST
AS THEY TALK ABOUT THE WEATHER
LUST TURNED TO DUST
ON A DATE MADE OF HATE
A PERFECT STORM IS BORN TO IRRITATE

YOU MAKE ME GO
ROUND BABY ROUND
6 FEET UNDER GROUND

A ONE BEDROOM COFFIN MADE OF YOUR DESIGN

IF I DON'T FIND SOMEONE ELSE
I MIGHT BE LIVING ON A LANDMINE
I MIGHT BE LIVING ON A LANDMINE

IF YA DON'T FIND SOMEONE ELSE
YA MIGHT BE LIVIN ON A LANDMINE

A TIME BOMBS TICKIN
AND NO ONES GETTING BLOWN
IF MY MIND STARTS ITCHING
THIS GUN'LL MAKE IT GO

SHOULDA KNOW HE WOULD COME IN THE NIGHT
THE GRIM REAPER TIME KEEPER STAYS OUT OF THE LIGHT
SO WHICH ONE OF US IS SICK IN THE MIND

IF WE DON'T FIND OUT NOW
WERE LIVIN' ON A LANDMINE.

ITS LIFE
ITS DEATH
YA GOT NO VOICE
ITS LIFE
ITS DEATH
AND ITS NOT YOUR CHOICE.

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