FRAGMENT KING

AMBASSADOR21 vs. FRAGMENT KING "Good Morning W."

What do you get when an unstoppable force hits an immovable mass? Famed ultracore duo of industrial punk, the invincible AMBASSADOR 21, have squared off with the tortured soul of mechanical doom, the incredible FRAGMENT KING, in a titanic death-battle of the giants! Monster island residents, beware!
OBSERVE! As treated, ultra-low end bass hits the blistering mechanics of digital beats!
BEHOLD! As mighty grinding sounds blend with hostile screaming of female vocals almost beyond human ken.
Originally recorded as an in-promptu, improvised session, recorded on-location during one session in central Europe, our three combatants of sound, Natasha + Alexey Protasov and Mark Kammerbauer created a powerful amalgamation of their united talent, for your ears only, to blow your speakers (and your mind) at home! AMBASSADOR 21 VS. FRAGMENT KING. GOOD MORNING W. 9 tracks of halforganic human-electronic-digital destruction.
World, beware!

INV036 (C)&(P) Invasion 2006

FRAGMENT KING "Grey Album"

"...so you want a piece of me? only a piece, because you don't need the totality?
sure, cut off what you need, from me lying on that stainless steel table, just as if i was a labrat and you the pathologist...run away from the horror, run and clench your wirehanger fist, hack your life away until you can't consume anymore, run away from the ruins that your life has become...and whose fault is it? is it because mechanization has taken control? because others force their calm upon you? because you feel as if your body flakes away like ash, while everyone else seems like a fucking monolith? because nature itself looks like they've stitched prosthetics onto everything, onto everyone, all you hate, all you love? is already the pathology brewing in your heart, boiling to the point where the black vomit wrenches thee, when autolysis sets in? to the point when you wish you could be a brutalitarian and cleanse the grid, while you absorb life and bleed your purpose, so you can burn the words in the mouths of those you despise? and who are they exactly? do they represent the emperor slug, who crawls ontop of you, screaming and pleading at once, for you to obey and be obeyed? what does it matter, when your submission comes without a prize? life is the great equalizer. souls are thinning out, i can feel it, a woman made of salt licks me where i'm injured most and it burns. souls are thinning out and you can feel it too. make me hurt. make me feel. i voice myself, beat, bass guitar, drone, heaviness, mass, because nothing else is allowed to matter. let us walk beneath this incredibly huge grey cloud above us together. cage to my flesh, silent tomb. join me. i am fragment king. i speak, you listen. grey album"

INV031 (C)&(P) Invasion 2005