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The third collective of tracks by The Finer Points Of Sadism (FPS). This collection spans 30 tracks, with several "lost tracks" from 2011 and 2012 also included. The main bulk of the tracks were recorded from April - July 2014.

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released 18 July 2014

Ashley Sackett - Analog FX, Bass, Circuit Bent Items, Field Recordings, Found Sounds, Steel Guitar, Synthesizers

Jacobb Sackett - Analog FX, Bass, Beats/Drums/Rhythms, Circuit Bent Items, Field Recordings, Guitars, Synthesizers, Tapes, Vocals

All songs written and performed by The Finer Points Of Sadism (FPS)
Mixed and Mastered by The Finer Points Of Sadism (FPS)
Artwork by Ashley Sackett

Recorded at M-Clay Audio Laboratory and FPS HQ Studio, Boise, Idaho, USA, November 2011 - July 2014.

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The Finer Points Of Sadism (FPS) Boise, Idaho

Jacobb and Ashley started playing music together in 2002 in several different bands in Boise, Idaho, USA. They accumulated circuit bent equipment and instruments, vintage synthesizers, and analog FX units. In late 2010, Jacobb recalls hearing strange and horrific noises as well as visual anomalies during a near death experience, which has influenced FPS's sound to this day. ... more

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Track Name: Foreign Objects
Plastic, glass
Metal and wood
Foreign objects
Plastic, glass
Bottle caps
Brass knucks
Foreign objects
Six shooter
Track Name: Distress Signals
I arrive at the station again and again
But I won’t go into town because it’s where I’ve always been
You built the tracks
You hired the conductor
You put the obstacles in my way
You knew this would be the way
For my trapped soul every day

Force fed by a finch
Tasty manipulations
Even better regurgitated
Outdated reasoning makes for stale seasonings
Too many questions harbors indigestion
Too much awareness results in lack of fairness

Your suggestions fall like random drops of rain
And they do no good to ease the pain
The idea of knowing the rift is too broad
It even cast shadows over god
Now pose for a picture, thinking’s done you no good
You are trapped in living purgatory, and you’ve done all you could