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1.
Sea Quarters 03:17
Into the galley that makes them go pale Why all the pain and sorrow? Now I can read you Containing amnesty, fuck. Spreading out their fan-like tails Why can't this stop? It only makes me a better writer Flicked, tapped, hit Don't understand experiences and ouija board revelations Carressing me, I need criticism to be Wasting time, crying just the same And they pulled me down, holding the world Lips met on each side of, no one would know As we celebrate, no, that's a lie, I need disaster High seas of where we were hidden by, splashing excitedly Someone else guiding for this ship, they're our tenure Our great logic on amnesty at our feet Amnesty, shhhh, I know your..... Where's amnesty? Fuck amnesty Falling pieces, their tails were flickering fingertips with passions.
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Caught Up 02:29
3.
Procession 02:08
A trance, sensitive to be exposed Exploited for capital, you've been lucky so far Still holding on, we get a glimpse of holes Threatens disease, bodies hanging Watch it happen But the embrace, imported for gain Pulled on deck, as deceiving as a mistress Turn off the autopilot Friction is burning like fire I love you, I'm not caressing the shadows Reminds me, clasped hands, flowers What will you do?
4.
Rogue Month 03:03
Are you so convinced she didn't get an answer? But I can't help feeling tense All of your decisions, our lips meet So nice to be admired, I wish I could hear Push yourself forward, the burning, you're sick Reminds us wouldn't it be nice to be admired? Waiting for passing cars, more of the same As promising as the world, old me, you. Personal demons, should I believe you? Judged after my plight, too much to bear? He says "don't worry", as vulnerable as a flower I don't believe, exploited for life What's in heaven? But do you know? Love and hate, or does it feel right? She told me to breathe, here coming But what's anything? You admitted that I - - I don't remember, to kiss their tears Tasting now of the water, at every turn The center of our universe, our own dreams
5.
Where were you, head hanging It's so easy, all of that being said I wish I could feel, could care I can no longer When I, in lust, found reluctant Looking for carnage, he'll go over the edge Important to none, changing environment Concerned about my destination An imperfection that's more than us As weak as a lamb, references from banality Tell us what you saw, want to be on? Smile oh your face to watch the kicking Maybe my heart, to see belonging As delicate as labia, as I sit, to another To her desire, already told You would take weekdays connected What do you do to keep going?
6.
Was oh, the first show Maybe I missed the minds brainwash So false you admitted, now reside The eyes, the pieces, a secret, anything, me So many, or pull one, I know you do, you guess Over my head, human contact, today is the day What we do, be the one, my hand will never make you happy The man will seek, but insults wait for you If I could, bomb blasts of eternity One thorn tells me, hips arpeggiating Adventure, the end
7.
He lets go, tired of us too Left on, will spinning So fresh, the cold rushing Shout, my mind Haven't if I could Impulses I only want Looking at today, drift away To be the, go, be so true, is it?
8.
Only the most noble will have the front row views Happening now, will one day be ancient history Travel to the interior, who's ear is shaped quite different over the Earth And it was then I realized, there was a party He tries to maintain his agony Nothing to worry, see the great purification Acquires a grin from hell Listening to the modern radio and remembering nothing Painting at the idol, some things to say A large fucking enormous beginning inside of it My brothers, to give me, eternally exposed Equal and same time, and we sleep Those types that matter can generate action Been friends, contractions are slow Laughing, he gets caught
9.
Sure, you were ready See the innards spilled amongst men Spinning it, and as the ax blade crushes our enemy A consideration of being Stop eating so much in the bedposts For your attention, supposed to feel good Contracts the length, avoid screaming in death Pretend to be sick, the senate of lies announce rage And disowning their heritage with verbal exchanges And giggled at the sight of my fear Standing here, if you will, wet with greed As I watched the members of the party Voices from the abyss.
10.
Mind Wanders 01:48
Being confiscated from him at a terrifying time As hopelessness closes in Everything you've been doing on the finest beds they can't hear He's probably thinking everything that is saying nothing Slowly began to notice me, a tree of life Regulatory complex with the finest I saw many windows on its bark They emulated my every movements Waking up scared, worth fighting for Fuel the flames, more than everything in between, save everything Now freed, your attention makes it worse The cobblestone, the flies began to gather giving you pleasure But all of those harlot sheets, party with people My next memory is of you driving
11.
Vibrations, accomplish it in our sex acts Yeah I know your soul, great pressure Tones of remorse, they can just feel the vibrations, about suicide The rest fight for a better spot, he feels empty Come to me, just I, not there Physically ill, mimic me I watched through release Still relate? Wasn't quite sure Deal with pain as he's forced to look at his organs Express it, a temporary cover, there it was How disgusting, you even though First thought tissues
12.
Want to? Combined yelling One of seizures, your life, your decision Second try, but soon I noticed They feel not feel confusion Was sexually, just cells, I Do you want, anyway? How defiant, screaming rarely see Come first, turn to means anything simpleton You open arms, I can windows Huffing canned air is nature A hypocrite, and they're all wearing To can't say, high and mighty, we win The molecules it once was, I am busted You look complete, I am sexually vile
13.
Like everyone else, we now know we were wrong Wind is whistling away, I open my eyes again Starts to pass, and everybody's feeling weary Rings to stretch, and make sure no other becomes Takes away the personalization We might weed the weather Make sure to lock your windows Press their faces more than I can bear The birds are chirping, shuddering Rushing the blood, like to help Another disappearance, everybody's disappearing Beating, so pitiful, for what do they say of fear? Lies submissive, the need for, lock your door Hope to, gotta catch the killer My head needed inquiry, long beyond help You better catch the killer, the sound of my heart Think differently, say how, but another, quite cold Answer me, and the shrooms, the act, to sing could look inside the depths
14.
Doctor 02:02
Medical school, become and taking I just shake it off Holding is evolved, look at dropped reins and began afterwards Would be dismissed slowly and trust, that was a year ago Thin whore that later sank Damn your ecstasy, perverted Signify how glad for bragging screams, things The fact is plump, embedded, the occult Pure escape as they that almost interned life
15.
Induction 02:25
Forging drugs, brush of the hair What was left of personality, compassion for your dead You complain about the clock without thought Fully diminished, when fate, pulled from oblivion Silent days led to bright reality Ritual rights were forced human deep Take the time to see, where's your key to life? Another round, so be it Pay dirt in sympathy, remember the face Vapid and of your death Heart racing, a notification Staked in your forethought with those mourners Crumbled your ego, killing ever near From ancient practices, roll around in Incapable of, for self propulsion
16.
Glued to skin, primitive instincts Trust before it was, what was once shattered porcelain Hostile nights, the existence Path you've chosen, they have failed you Where's your treasure? Self served head Continuity of nature, never again trust Decapitation in disregard (x2) of a finger Trauma, surviving means, world's greatest printed A third for, shucked off (x2) Take in the vending machines, knowing vapors the most will stop Take over, the tapping is life, mortal, crystalline With a rather humiliating scene Tears moments after, mug, creeping, loitering for instincts Denied in pain, brutal, this eye
17.
In a most morbid way, sparks of creation Your limbs, looking glasses into rotted terrain Manipulating, try to restart, until tragedy strikes Mingling the essence, for demand of a million years decay Your dismantled life, throwing themselves Knowing it all in wounds on the flame At the window, though of the wrong kind Staring him down, bubbling over, a twisted display Into existence, eternity Regret magnetizing the engineer Intense screaming, flying, birthing of hard labor Left in his brain, ingrained training Will not stop on a hill Licking fingers, sputtering disdain shows through Taste of, for command, controlled, controlled
18.
Over Again 03:10
Make themselves known, heated, breaking inside Into the black sky (2x) Hands grab doors, perished first hand entities today Pressure in the spit pooled Ended up residents condemned Engines, engines over again for now Eyes burst, the acrid smell, netherworld Has he sewn facing the only? Has refuge from the most creatures His flight at, you'll keep fighting Burned, colliding (2x) is the poor

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Praise for "Full Of Hooks":
"Boise, Idaho's The Finer Points Of Sadism (FPS) have released their latest work, "Full Of Hooks". Comprised of the husband and wife duo of Jacobb and Ashley Sackett, FPS makes dense, dark post-punk music that is highly unique. "Full of Hooks" is a massive album of eighteen tracks featuring a mournful vibe and foreboding textures. While not for everyone, FPS' music is sensual and intimate, challenging the listener to open up to the experience and then rewarding one with imaginative and distinct stylings". - Floorshime Zipper Boots music blog (floorshimezipperboots.blogspot.com/2012/09/the-finer-points-of-sadism-fps-full-of.html)

"....mish-mash of wicked metallic noise/voice samplings, guitars being used in a variety of ways....Whichever of the type of styles you dig, there’s bound to be something there for the fan of experimental, dark, neo-goth, etc. on here." - Kent Manthie, The Independent Review music blog (kmanthie.wordpress.com/2012/08/29/more-from-the-finer-points-of-sadism/)

About the album:
No samples, computers, iPads, or software was ever used on any of these FPS tracks. It was a challenge to have to mostly limit ourselves to the bare basics of any rock and roll element, drums, guitar, bass, etc. Making it hooky without losing the FPS sound in the process. Most importantly, this album is purposely more structured than any of it predecessors, and without regret. We strive to make all of our albums different, so that if you were to listen to them all at once, it would play this large array of different sounds, different atmospheres, always evolving and devolving.

This album was inspired by many different elements and music. The first and foremost was our own past as musicians, and some of the music we played some years ago. The concept of many tracks at short lengths was inspired by Pavement's "Wowie Zowie" album and the first 3 albums from Wire. The use of cut ups for lyrics was the result of readings of Burroughs, Genesis P. Orridge, and readings as well as documentary and concert footage of circa 1974 David Bowie. The guitar work was inspired by a lot of the music we were listening to at the time, including Captain Beefheart, Wire and the tremolo picking of Nick Zinner from circa "Fever To Tell" Yeah Yeah Yeahs. All the tracks have cut up lyrics, from a decade's worth of unreleased poems and songs written by both members of The Finer Points Of Sadism (F.P.S.).

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released July 20, 2012

Recorded May - July 2012. Produced by FPS.
Jacobb T. Sackett - Vocals, Guitar, Synthesizer, Rhythms/Beats, FX.
Ashley Sackett - Bass, Synthesizer, Steel Guitar, FX.
Cover Art: John Facey (urcheonarts.tumblr.com)

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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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