ACTS OF HATE - LIVE AT THE BOVINE SEX CLUB IN TORONTO
The venue was packed. Wall to wall, the Bovine Sex Club was filled with rowdy looking misfits who were ready for the show. They had been there a good hour, listening to some other local bands, occasionally moshing or slam dancing, but they were about to see what they were really waiting for. There was no real introduction, Acts of Hate appeared from the back room and nudged their way through the crowd and to the tiny stage, where Nick's drums were already set up. The crowd cheered loudly, and every band member's face was split with a wide grin from their warm reception. This was it, the first show with the new line up. They had rehearsed for weeks prior, and Sam was hoping it would work out. Jeffrey and Kyle picked up their guitars and made sure they were tuned to their ball-crushingly low drop C. Neil was nervous. His first show with Acts of Hate, he was worried about fucking up. He plucked the strings of his bass a couple times, then looked out at the crowd. The amount of people was unreal. Sam had the mic and could tell this was it. It was happening. He pulled it to his mouth and spoke; "We are Acts of Hate, and we want you to fuck this place up!"

SONG 1 - UNFURLED BEFORE ME

The song began with a fast drum roll from Nick, followed by an immediate fast guitar riff from Jeffrey and Kyle. The entire band came to life as the fast paced riffage of the song induced headbanging. Sam uttered a low, ominous growl into the mic before tipping the stand over and joining the band in a simultaneous headbanging/squatting thing. The band had rehearsed this song for weeks before the show and were surprisingly tight, and Sam felt the chemistry. His vocals started out a little shaky; the high pitched screams a little off key. Sam caught that and continued for the rest of the song only using his low growls, which were perfect. The crowd, reserved before, erupted into a singular being; moshing and slam dancing to their hearts content. There looked to be no injuries, everyone was enjoying themselves. As the song slowed down, and Sam tried to delve into his high vocals, he could tell his highs weren't going to be too great tonight. As if he could sense it, Jeffrey stepped up to the second mic stand and provided backing growls. After a chaotic breakdown that caused the crowd to erupt, the song came to an end as Sam yelled "Thank you so fucking much!"

SONG 2 - A DAY IN BLACK

Almost instantly after the end of "Unfurled Before Me", Jeffrey launched into the slow, melodic riff of their second song as Kyle chugged along to the rhythm in the background. They were joined by Neil who's bass provided a rumbling, strong foundation. The song chugged along at a medium tempo as Sam contributed his growls. His voice was doing better and he could almost nail every high scream. Halfway through, the song stopped as Jeff and Kyle began playing slow, melodic riffs that complimented each other, only to have the song shift back into the regular tempo with Nick's thundering double bass complimenting everything. As the song ended in a breakdown, Sam's vocals really shone through as he ended with a monstrous shriek.

SONG 3 - ENTITIES

The song started slowly, with a single strum of Jeff's guitar, until the band kicked it into double time as the blisteringly fast double bass kicks started and Sam began to belt out the lyrics at breakneck speed. Kyle's chugging in the song was backed by Jeffrey's fast sweep picking; and as always Neil held down the low end of the band. As the breakdown started, Sam walked into the crowd, embracing fans for hugs and high fives. As Jeff began to solo, Sam shouted; "Jeff Koenig on lead guitar everybody! Let's see this place go insane!" The song slowed to a mid tempo chug-fest as Sam gave an extremely powerful vocal performance, and as the song ended Jeff and Kyle held their notes as the song began to segue into the fourth song, Sentenced to Hang.

SONG 4 - SENTENCED TO HANG

Carried on from the last song, Entities, the song starts slowly as Sam utters a few low grunts, before it speeds up, Kyle's chugging complimenting a stacatto guitar riff from Jeff. As the song slows down, the band headbangs furiously and Sam speaks up again; "Bang your heads like we do! Go fucking crazy!". Once again, the song returns to its fast pace and ends as it started with a slower, melodic riff.

SONG 5 - SMOKE ON THE WATER (DEEP PURPLE COVER)

The band is clearly fatigued from the set, and Sam sips from a bottle of beer before he turns to confront the crowd. "Toronto! It's been really great playing for you guys tonight, and we want to thank all of you for coming out. This is fucking awesome and we love doing what we do. For this last song, I want to see a fucking circle pit, I don't care how small this room is!". As Sam finishes, Jeff starts in on a familiar - almsot cliche - guitar riff. The crowd instantly recognizes the song and begins to freak out. As per requested, they form a circle pit that encompasses almost the entire floor of the club. As the song built up, Sam offered his own take on the classic song's vocals - deep, harsh growls of "WE ALL WENT DOWN TO MONTREAUX!" - and the place lit up. Sam changed the lyrics slightly, in the first verse instead of "Frank Zappa and the Mothers" he says "Deftones and Devildriver". As they got to the anthemic chorus, the crowd sang along and Sam felt the unity in the room. After the second verse and chorus, Jeffrey launched into an intricate shred-style solo, going on to last a couple minutes as the band continued backing him up and the crowd began clapping in time to the beat. As the song reached the end, the band kept playing, repeating the chorus several times before the song melted into chaos, every instrument being played frenetically and frenzily; Jeff and Kyle were soloing, Neil was digging in, and Nick broke out a thunderous drum solo as the song became chaos. Finally, Sam yelled into the mic "Thank you all so much! We're Acts of Hate and we love you all! Catch us this summer on the Carnival of Sounds tour! We fucking love you! Peace!" and the band strode offstage into the crowd where they embraced their fans like old friends.

SETLIST -
Unfurled Before Me
A Day In Black
Entities
Sentenced to Hang
Smoke on The Water (Deep Purple Cover)

NEW EP!
Hey guys! Well, as promised, we have the artwork, track listing and even some lyrics from our new EP, entitled "MODERN DAY MONSTERS" so, here we go!


Label: Unsigned
Genre: Deathcore, Groove Metal, Death Metal
Produced by: Sam Fischer and Jeff Koenig
Lyrics by: Sam Fischer, Sepultura and Deep Purple
Format: MP3 download, CD

TRACK LISTING:
1. Roots (Sepultura Cover)
2. Mauled
3. Immolated
4. Green
5. Idols
6. Rain of Rape
7. Smoke on the Water (Deep Purple Cover

we'll have lyrics up as soon as we can, so give our EP a listen! we're always open to feedback.
thank you guys so much for everything and we hope you can catch us on the Carnival of Sounds '12 Tour!

Edited by user 03 July 2012 12:58:51(UTC)  | Reason: Not specified

Matt: Canadian metal? That means like instead of mosh pits you have tea parties, your songs are censored down so most of it is just "eh", you turn down the volume for any passing old folks or people with sensitive ears, and if someone gets hurt in the crowd the prime minister comes to take him/her to the hospital and everyone else in the crowd pitches in the cash to get the injured person help? Yeah that seems about right. Party hard.

Edited by user 03 July 2012 17:00:19(UTC)  | Reason: Not specified

Kevin: Hey, if you can thrash, you can thrash, it don't matter where you come from, where you been, or where you're going as long as you know how to bring the squeedlies and the meedlies then you're ok in my book.

Derrick: TROGDOR!!!!

Anthony: All the sudden I have a strange urge to about burninating the peasants and countryside.

John: *sings to the rhythm of O, Canada* O, Canada, my not so native land, I don't know this song but bring your guns and ham!

Jeremy: *shakes his head at John* I'm sorry, he's a moron. *hits John in the head with a bat, knocking him out* that should keep him quiet.

Anthony: The same reason we can't have Mountees! Wait, why can't we have Mountees?
Kevin: I don't know, are those the guys with the gigantic chimney cleaner hats?
Jeremy: No, that's the Queen's guards.
Kevin: Gotcha, so they're the one with the flying monkeys.
Jeremy: No, that's the wicked witch of the west.
Derrick: I'm so confused now...let's just play some metal and enjoy our Vanilla Coke before Acts of Hate starts WW3 by invading Minnesota for Vanilla Coke.
Anthony: Wouldn't we just end up rebelling and bring back the Confederacy then?
Kevin: He does have a point.
Derrick: Nevermind, where the hell is John? *phone rings, Jeremy answers*
Jeremy: Guys, it's John he claims he's been kidnapped by a 4 yr. old dressed as a Mountee.
Anthony: Anyway, we can't wait to tour with you guys.

Sam: Same for us, can't wait for the tour!
Jeff: Yeah. Woo.
Sam: Come on, Jeff! You're making friends!
Jeff: Sorry. Let me rephrase that. Woo-hoo.
Sam: He's excited too, trust me.

Kyle: You had us at Vanilla Coke.
Neil: Finally, we can put aside our differences to enjoy our favorite vanilla-flavored soft drinks. It's a dream come true.

totally just gave my first interview. in my parents basement no less! you should check it out
-Sam

erich: canada fucking rocks.the reasoning behind this statement is simple and can be summed up in a single word...poutine.any country serves french fries topped with gravy and cheese curds is ok in my book.

karoliena: fat ass.

Another new song!! No need to thank us. -Sam


SLAVES OF SELF-DESTRUCTION
Description: Another toned down song with a more metalcore feel and a focus on melody. Clean vocals are in bold.

a disposition to foolishness passed down generations
poisoning your temple from within
until you realize that you are a slave
your will bends you to sin

the more you ingest the less you protest
until you are totally consumed

you're a slave, the substance owns you
you're not yourself
until you break free of what controls you
you act like someone else

the more you ingest the less you protest
until you are totally consumed

you're a slave, the substance owns you
you're not yourself
until you break free of what controls you
you act like someone else

drink, drank, drunk
drink, drank, drunk
drink, drank, drunk
drink, drank, drunk