Skin Is Strong But Only So Thick

by Wilder Falotico

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This EP was a break from synthetic sounds and after the last EP, 'The Demons I Sought', bringing back focused riffs and brutal atmosphere.

The Package:

-Flying blast beats and double bass.
-Muddy and screaming guitar tones.
-Deep, full, and chunky riffs.
-Eerie leads.
-Clunky bass (For speakers/sound systems that can project it.)
-Obituary/Morbid Angel/Opeth style vocals.
-Mixture of old-school and new-school production.
(**All features vary from song to song.)

Finally back to three songs on an EP!

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released April 14, 2014

All material written, performed, recorded, produced and mixed by Wilder Falotico.

All lyrics by Wilder A. Falotico
All vocals performed by Wilder A. Falotico
Guest Bass on track 2 by Jim Reeves

*Cover art/Logo by Wilder A. Falotico
EP title font by John A. Falotico

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FACEBOOK: www.facebook.com/wilderfaloticomusic
EMAIL: wilderfaloticomusic@gmail.com
TWITTER: twitter.com/WilderFalotico

Rock The Wall: rockthewall.eu/WilderFaloticoMusic

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Wilder Falotico Music Chicago, Illinois

Wilder Falotico Music began in October of 2013 with an opening experiment to make 12 EPs in a year, one a month. It was a successful experiement. Now WFM explores other endeavors of music, straying between genres at will in a long, heavy, metal journey. ... more

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Track Name: No Words of Ignorance
No lyrics, just vocals.
Track Name: The Clouds Are Smoke And We Are What is Burning
Dragged to the day where all life slips away.
The line is crossed and now we end.

Do not be mislead.
The clouds are the smoke and we are what is burning.

We are the feeble. The brittle and weak.
We doom ourselves.

Destroy us all in an inferno.

The clouds are the smoke and we are what is burning.

Death and funeral.

The clouds are the smoke and we are what is burning.

Dragged to the day where all life slips away.
The line is crossed and now we end.
Do not be mislead.
The clouds are the smoke and we are what is burning.
Track Name: Scourge of Slugs (Bells of Diseased Funerals)
Moth-eaten eyes observe a world of trivial meaning.
They watch without a word.

Tidal of death, anguish, and sedition.
All of this without disease.

Decay of wellness and all that's pure.

Release the slugs of hate.
And too no end.

What is this lack of blight?
Why are they still alive?

Release the scourge.

Take a lack off faith.
Forsake one who forsakes.

Release the smoke.

Decay of kindness and they whom are good.

Witness the broods of hate.
And still no end.

This is the doom.
This is the doom.