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Please Explode is the debut full-length from North Carolina's sick and twisted death/grinders COLUMNS. Featuring former members of cult Relapse grinders Hemdale plus current and former members of renowned death metal bands Wretched, Vehemence and Glass Casket, COLUMNS blast and shred their way through 16 tracks of premium Southern grindcore, marinated in a blistering bowl of death metal. These seasoned extreme metal vets seamlessly fuse together rabid vocals and tongue-in-cheek, deviant lyrics with a cacophony of break-neck bursts full of many twists and turns. This is grindcore that is both obscene and extreme.

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released August 5, 2014

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Columns Charlotte, North Carolina

Columns formed in 2003 as an instrumental act with Jason Skipper on drums, Jake Wade on bass and Jake Troth on guitar. In 2004, Adam Cody (Glass Casket, Wretched) joined Columns as vocalist.

Fast forward to 2006 and Columns released their first 3 song self-titled EP. Shortly thereafter, Jake Troth left the band to go to school. From there, Columns brought on new guitarist, John Stone.
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Track Name: Mudfucker
Constantly packing and resting my roots.

Building relationships, burning the fools.

Will...you...dwell?

In the simplest death, a civilized hell.

Sleep, back to back with our blades clutched in our hands.

Sleep, back to back with our blades clutched in our hands.

This loneliness is too much to understand...death wish.

I drove to Charleston, pills in my gut.

Smoke for my stomach.

I reached for the gun you bought me.

My exit and your death are haunting.

Haunting and exhausting me.
Track Name: Rattlesnake Steps
Medicate every single fucking cold.

So...many.

Making millions off of side effects.

Shovel shit until your body fails.

Wake up, calm down, wake up.

You're supposed to feel your highs and lows, highs and lows.

This is not natural, feed me answers.

You're supposed to feel your highs and your lows.
Track Name: Punching Nancy Grace
Spending my day biting my tongue and all you can do is let yours flap.

Vomit is flying and all I can sense is the terrible taste of terrible taste.

Orgasmic waves ascend from my arm to my brain.

Orgasmic waves ascend from my arm to my brain.

Dreaming my knuckles are lodged in her face...

Your job's to wring the last drop from them,

representing the shit of the world.

The shit of the world, the shit of the world.

Your mouth is a disease.

The remote chance that your face will explode keeps me dreaming.

Keeps me believing.
Track Name: Our Creation
Our creation must be by some mistake.

God's silver lining, timed not to exist.

Those constellations never asked to be lumped as one.

From your icy stares to the surface of the sun.

From the surface of the sun, surface of the sun.

From your opened mouth drips the saliva onto the barrel of my gun,

straight through to the ceiling.

Her feelings less and his has just begun.

Running off the edge, clawing out our eyes.

Territory here is unknown...unknown.

A PBR a sedative fix, your elixir's often easy to make.

From the surface of the sun.
Track Name: Vicarious Living
This is an onslaught of the fake on fake TV.

A parasite that eats its host.

A rotting corpse that's soft and moist.

A whole generation that's lost its voice.

That's lost its voice, no real fucking choice.

Pathetic, our need to plug in.

Nothing real and nothing to touch.

Give me pain and give me torture,

just to make things liven up.

We grow old and find our exits.

We grow old and find our exits.

This is an onslaught of the fake on fake TV.

A whole world enthralled

with the people that they wanna be.

To be.
Track Name: Drifter Aftermath
I gave it every ounce I've got and no one hears me.

No jesus.

Not in my eyes, only people that all live

for what's just out of sight,

for the things that burn and fade.

I will go nowhere, I will not drift away.

Catch me if I miss.

I'm subtle if I'm interested.

A collapsed imprint of my skeleton.

Ride the drift, it's pointless wading through,

the gum and mud that collected on my boots.

I've been at sea, no time to feel the impact

of being thrown from my home.

It's the only golden rule.

The only point to prove, this is fucking simple.
Track Name: The God Clause
Wake up to the fact that religion rules the world and it always has.

Drooling through the overdose,

fiction blasting through each temple.

Horus reigns the origin coursing through our arteries.

Wake up to the fact that religion rules the world and it always has.

Crucify the next prophet fit to die.

Crucify the next prophet fit to die.

Our holy men protect what is truly the only ruling hand.

An unwavering cash flow, free from taxes, free from taxes.

Demanding wars, demanding more.

More than blood drunk corpses, more than the abomination's greed.

Blame spilt over your children, and you (and you).

Speak of the good in everyone.
Track Name: Bottom Feeders
What a tasteless day.

I'm the final man left alive.

What a pointless moment to survive.

Only roaches will thrive.

In the wicked land of the hurried.

These empty dreams do not fulfill me.

These empty dreams don't fulfill me.

Hard times are foretold.

But these days will come and go.

But these days will come and go.

I am on the cusp of when the isolation’s depth has lost my trust

Trust in my own...

I am on the cusp

of when the isolation’s depth has lost my trust

My trust in my own...mind.

Rust will cut itself with rotting flesh and empty steel.

What a tasteless day.
Track Name: No One's Fucking Waiting
I lived my life in a cave.

Not a lifestyle to entertain.

I lurk in mirrors, the vain will only age in hate.

The spineless fake will soon see more than pain.

I hope you see more than what's laid out before you.

I hope you see more than what's laid out before you.

I hope you see more.

All hell laid just below.

Paranoia exposed.

All hell lay just below.

Paranoia exposed.

I can't believe all the effort we wasted.

My time meant more than a sadly lost obituary.

I can't believe all the effort we wasted.

My time meant more than a sadly lost obituary.

All hell laid just below.

Paranoia exposed.

All hell lay just below.

Paranoia exposed.

Exposed.

I lived my life in a cage, not a lifestyle to entertain.
Track Name: Ungrateful
My maximum potential has been reached.

Discard my useless...dead weight.

It's pointless.

Grow...breed...climax.

Grow...breed...climax.

I'm running in the wrong direction.

I must confess...

The hand of fate is not measured in increments

of something simple as your check book.

Push 'til you reach that burn out...

These bones weren't meant to waste...

Push hard 'til time to clock out...

I'm just a smiling face...

Just a smiling face...

Just another god damned smiling face.
Track Name: What You've Done Is Gone
When waves come crashing in on,

what once was peace and growth,

has far but been forgotten.

But stays with those who've lost the most,

and the tiring boredom of living life.

To someday enjoy it...

Makes me angrier and angrier,

with each please I say.

Each one I say...each one I loathe.

Hate builds and builds.

This smell is miserable.

I love humanity at a face value.

It's been a blast, but I can't say,

I've met many authentic people

in some time.

Don't ever rise another savior.

Don't ever lie to try and save me.

I have become closed off to what I once enjoyed.

(what others think)

And something turns me raw.

Such a lack of strength.

And something rubs me raw.

Such a wasted seed.

Don't lump me in with this.

Don't expect me to give (anything).

Anything.

I've seen too many walk away.

Goals as easy as popularity.

Go get what you paid for.

Go fuck your picket fence.
Track Name: A Blind Fight
The gods have spoken.

But they fail to speak my language.

I need some clarity, I have no belief.

In a loving, caring, molested god.

If it exists.

Will I ever see her face again?

Seamless ages between me and so many friends.

The devil's in your arms.

(your vices, whatever they may be)

Crack, dope or speed.

I'll fight this blindly with a thirst for vengeance.

Blame.

Their fate is tainted with an awful smell.

The doctors office has become like hell.
Track Name: Harmless Escape
Oh, each escape is unlike the rest.

Terror only waits for me in dreams.

I'll take a drawback on something fresh.

Immerse myself in music and avoid my violent side.

My violent side...it seldom shows itself.

My violent side...is very persuasive.

And it is the earth that brings me to a halt.

I thought I could be happy without much consequence.

I should have known that's pointless.

It's someone's paycheck.

The DEA.

The DEA is a joke.

Something's gone wrong when the addicted do time.

An arm has rot off, infected with H.

A way that makes him enslaved to his own unique god or idol.

And you take him away and leave him.

With a bad withdrawal and nothing more.
Track Name: A Guilty Bunch
I am more than the abomination, that is my species.

At least I think I am above most ignorance...

Do I recycle? No. Do I feel guilty? Yes.

Is it important? Yes. Give to who needs? No.

Is it important? How would you feel?

I'm at a loss for words because I am a hypocrite.

I try to right myself by lending cigs

or driving sober...?

I am more than the abomination that is my species.

At least I think I am above most ignorance .

I have come to the conclusion that all lies must cease.

Be honest at least.

And say fuck you to confession.

Fuck you to confession.

I couldn’t care less what these bastards think of me.

I'm nothing but disease, nothing but disease.

Not another to please.
Track Name: Bear Molester
I am the sickest out of every last one of you.

This isn't hip­hop.

I just simply lost my head.

I simply missed my meds.

The day will be a little crazy (fucking berserk).

Little kids are all staring 'cause I am the zombie.

Walking tall but knowing shit.

Every person has a hole, a void, a pit.

The death that pesters is a world that's run by medicine.

And I forget mine and it's fatal.

Because I'm flawed, like everyone of you.

That bottle makes me flinch.

Little kids are all staring because I am the zombie.

Walking tall but knowing shit.

The crunch of your crushing skull

will make things easier for you to understand.

Frantic in an extreme rage of fury.

For no reason.
Track Name: Laid Off For X-Mas
Go ahead and pass me by.

There's a hundred others behind me in a patient line.

Dying to be the next to die

We follow orders because we made a few young mistakes.

God fucking damn it...

This whole fucking life's a waste.

Become. Behold. Another hour for me.

Cleaning floors is my time to be free.

Inside of a cage too blatant to be.

Seen by the computer used to fire you.

Bastard hordes of blissful men will then punch in/punch out.

PIGS! Don't suck up the wealth.

I can't deal with the filth.

Enjoy every bone that's wearing itself thin.