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The Adventures of Vyraxus, Pt. 2
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Modern alternative rock meets classical, with experimental twists here and there.
Our new album, "The Mourning After," is now online! Check it out! If you would like a physical copy, contact me at . It'll also show up on iTunes soon. It is similar to the first album but features much better production and generally more rocking songs. It again features David Pinsof on guitars, me (Ben Hantoot) on vocals and synths (though David sings "Seams" and "Venetian Airs"), and Eli Halpern behind the poetic lyrics. We're very proud of this one and hope you feel the same. If you'd like to license a song or contract us for original compositions, please, shoot me an email! Enjoy!!
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Alternative • Indie
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Peak #159
Peak in subgenre #35
Author
Ben Hantoot, David Pinsof, Eli Halpern
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July 19, 2007
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MP3 3.3 MB • 128 kbps • 3:43
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When our story left off Vyraxus lifted into space with the intergalactic police giving close chase. What's going through his mind as he breaks up through the atmosphere? You cannot see through his eyes the assassin is the master of surprise. In hyper drive, Vyraxus strives. When he catches fire, he cuts like knives. They're closin' in, he's running thin but if you think he's done, you don't know him. He flicks a switch, son of a bitch. He's disappeared, his mission's cleared. Where did he fly, why won't he die? He's wanted in five galaxies. His price is high, but worth the Gs. If your name's on his list you will be dearly missed. He's out of fuel, doesn't lose his cool. Stops on a dime near Modus Prime. He takes down his ship through the atmosphere no place to land, dead landing gear. Crash in a swamp, swim up for air mud in his lungs, he doesn't care. Dart in his neck, poisonous gel he wakes up in a swampy cell. Enter the thing, its voice a-gurgling Vyraxus from the ceiling grabs its dorsal fin. The fight ensues all gore and ooze Vyraxus struts out with slightly dirtied shoes. Guns at his hip, commandeers a ship while the angry fishy things gurgle and gasp. What's going through his mind as he breaks up through the atmosphere? You cannot see through his eyes the assassin is the master of surprise. To him death is a favor and life is just a flavor to be cleansed from the tongue before the final meal. Always to be continued.
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