Coalesce – Ox

My girlfriend fucking hates this band. I mean, really. Can’t fucking stand them. Hates them so earnestly, in fact, that the mere mention of their name elicits a glassy-eyed sneer that begs a question of why my cracked and misguided ass was ever allowed to make out with her in the first place.

And I can’t really say as I blame her.
Because, Coalesce is a pretty fucking unlikable band. Not as people. I bet they’re lovely men. Christians. Family types with kids and responsibilities that offer a kindness to the heterosexual white male constitution that little else in the glass ceiling can. But their music? Jesus. It’s like a freight train crashing into Tower 7 as Cthulu rises up from his tortured depths to offer a mighty and indecipherable lament the likes of which have not shaken the halls of man since Prometheus loosed his anguished regret.
Yeah. Ox is like that.
Only more definitive. More intent. More American in it’s thundering clash of steel, bone and the singular roar of man left to right his own checked progress in this time of apologists.
And there isn’t a rolling chance in hell that my girlfriend’s going to like it. Believe me, I tried and I slept alone that night.

TrackList:
1. The Plot Against My Love
2. The Comedian In Question
3. Wild Ox Moan
4. Designed to Break a Man
5. Where Satires Sour
6. The Villain We Won’t Deny
7. The Purveyor of Novelty and Nonsense
8. In My Wake, For My Own
9. New Voids in One’s Resolve
10. We Have Lost Our Will
11. Questions to Root Out Fools
12. By What We Refuse
13. Dead is Dead
14. There is a Word Hidden in the Ground