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"Imagine for a moment you are in a room. It's cold, dark, and deep. You're packed in on all sides by thousands of human bodies, that like you, have lost track of all sensory itself. It's slightly hot as well, and the heat begins to grow. Sirens, screams, gunshots, and all out terror break the silence. You're scared - petrified even. Not one of the people in this arena knows what's happening next. Then comes a slew of prophetic words insulting your intelligence and your very way of life spoken in prophetic form. Then there is nothingness. And after that follows complete and total destruction of everything. That is our sophomore album," states Som Anderson. And it is also a four man metal military that creates a purgatorial wall of sound known to the living as Organisma.

Spawned in the quaint, conservative, 'nothing-ever-happens-here' suburbias of Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, they are the incarnation of the world's oppression, despair, social unjust, and insanity all aimed at two common missions - world domination and world annihilation. You could call Organisma the ultimate terrorist attack on the stability of today's 'system', or merely see them as four Pennsylvanians locked in eternal deep thought, though both would be wrong. "We just got tired of having shit thrown at us," explains bassist Meeg Marshall. "It eventually got to the point where everybody, literally everybody in PA, had something against us. The best way I can explain it is this: the image is this band and everything it strives to be. We keep that image at a safe level. We're the music though. We need the music and the music needs us. That's all that matters now. We don't care anymore. We don't give a fuck what anyone says anymore, but even push one of us and it means someone's quietly getting their eyes gouged out."

How many bodies Marshall or the rest of the band have disemboweled is unknown. The mass of onlookers they've collected in their nearly three-year existence however, numbers well into the thousands. Sitting atop not only a massively dedicated fan base, but a self-run record label, two-years-running musical gathering, and requests from numerous professional artists and musicians to help Organisma in any and all ways possible, it seems as though the group has reached a peak in their careers. Keyboardist/sampler Kreep Lambert would beg to differ however. "To us, ego is a horrible thing. It's practically the only thing stopping a lot of bands from staying strong. We've got what we like to call an 'anti-ego' though. I do what I do, everybody else does their thing, but together we're just this big faceless entity. I'm not everybody, and neither is anyone else here, so we're not taking responsibility or credit for what this thing does. Organisma is its own monster."

And it seems as if that monster is hunting live prey. Formed in the later portion of 2005, the band went through lineup changes and renovations, combined efforts with producer J Krasner to produce Album Three and I Will Be Your Light, and the utter madness of the band's sophomore album is beginning to be leaked into unsuspecting households and venues as silently and smoothly as a monoxide gas leak. "Our shows are just as important as our fans," says drummer Moose. "You can't have one without the other. So when we go out there, we don't aim to just put on a show. We go out there for blood. We have to destroy ourselves with Organisma because if it doesn't nothing else will. It's a part of all of us now." He continues, "but the shows aren't like anything else, I can guarantee you that. There aren't many people willing to set themselves on fire or nearly suffocate themselves at every show."

But again, there aren't many people in general willing to take anything as far as vocalist Som, bassist Meeg, electronics specialist Kreep, and drummer Moose have gone with their tribal industrial metal way of life. From the bludgeoned-to-death brute force of "Agenda" and searing screams of "Epidemic," to the molasses-like tendencies of "The Slurred" and melodic maniacy of "Egosm," and even to the mind-numbing and earth-toned basslines of "The Dead Ways," "Time Of Ruin," and "Smudge," each of the twelve tracks that outfit I Will Be Your Light as a destructive powerhouse also make it an ethereal realm to escape the pain. Whether you see them as heavy, soft, or Pink Floyd-esque is of no importance. The second album that lurks in the latter half of 2009 is an attack that will, without question, overload your senses.

Remember this... you have been warned.

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