Critical Assembly

Critical Assembly

 Austin, Texas, USA
BandMetalRock

Critical Assembly is an emerging modern metal band from Austin,Tx. Think Pantera meets Lamb of God combined with the soul of Led Zeppelin. Vocals have both grit and clean styles.

Biography

Critical Assembly is a modern heavy metal band formed in Austin, Texas in 2006. Previous and Current members of CA have been in other bands such as Un Loco, Exitium, South Paw Stomp, Talent to Offend, Dead Industry and Veritas.

CA's final member lineup formed in 2010 with the addition of Pedro Navarette of Un Loco, Exit the Sun and more. In October of 2010 Critical Assembly entered the studio with Producer Tim Gerron and tracked their debut album titled "The Indifference of Good Men" at the Music Lab Recording Studio. Upon completion their album was mastered by the Legendary Roger Lian from Masterdisk Studios, New York.

2011 proved to be a strong year for CA as they toured across Texas to cities including Dallas, Houston,San Antonio and more. Voted in the top ten of Austin Chronicle's "Best Of Metal" category and hosted some of the most successful local metal shows in Austin,Tx.

Critical Assembly has proudly shared the stage with: Course of Ruin,Angerkill,Within Chaos,Negative 263,Holy Hell Rod, Carry The Storm, Rigor Mortis, Honky, Killing in Apathy, Head Crusher, Lug and many more...

2012 opens up with the announcement that CA will be playing the Texas Independence Festival with Headliners TBA.

New album and tour dates coming soon!

Lyrics

The Indifference of Good Men

Written By: Critical Assembly, Donovan Hand

I sleep through the day as it burns around me.
Oblivious to the faithless faults that guide me.
Lost is my name in the pages of glory.
It’s just another fucked off day,
With premonitions of a life with no meaning.

Well welcome,
To the revelation story.
An open draft into the ranks of a fallen army.
No, no, no, no, no.
There’s a price to pay for this conscience.
What did you think this was a free ride existence?
The final judgment will be made on your actions.

Never again will I have to choose between soul searching and ad lib lies.
From the start this stone cold heart has never known less the taste of love.
I seek the truth that binds what’s human.
Every day is just the reaping of the end.

Nameless,
Remain faceless.
No more traces,
Falling from graces.
Drowning in the new flesh.
Follow the new path of a nuisance.

Another chance to sleep on through the day,
To sew the seed of ambivalence.
The time has come, the question still remains.

Indulging the gain, of the Indifference.
They’re one and the same, a living injustice
Choosing between, a pain or a dismiss.
They’re one and the same,
A Living injustice.

Keeping the trend all in tow,
The victim’s the one last to know.
A precognitive rise against the restitute of one’s defense,
Breeding incompetence, killing the one that you love.

Your curse is just one life to live.
The answer is your gift to give.
A precognitive rise against, the restitute of one’s defense.
Breeding incompetence, killing the one that you love.

Feeding the Flesh

Written By: Critical Assembly, Donovan Hand

Everybody’s sucking up an appetite for revenge.
Cutting down their brother with the sharp edge of their hand.
Eating out a whole down deep in the crust,
Ass up, head down ignoring the wasteland.

Only a bullet away…
Life’s Living moments are a chance to fail.

Stacking up the stones surrounding ambiguous hearts.
The fight in the dog is the ending measure of focus.
Hollowing the life caged up in a man.
The faster your love, the more your rejection.

Only a bullet away…
Your final words are a weapon in reverse.

Preach the truth so falsely.
In your house of holies.

Feeding on the flesh of the dead and the weak.
Called before the jury your redemptions defeat.
Feeding on the flesh.
Feeding the flesh!

Confide in me.
The secrets you hold in your heart belong to me.

Falling further into a crescent doom.
The past is dead to the value of reason.
Awaken life to the senses new.
And put a face on the monster of regret.

Run on run on run and run,
You'll speak your peace at the end of a gun.
Roll on and on and on and on,
Another life a composite of regret.

Just a bullet away!

Invitro Virus

Written By: Critical Assembly, Donovan Hand

Precious! Posture!
Hiding pressure under envious orbs

Divulging Deeper, digging at a crack through a foot in the door,
Life’s not a game, you start to fade and you’re buried under it.

Lying down on you back, sucking up to the man with a big golden dick up your ass.

Well,
They try to force it on you to sign your own paper noose.
Tripped on the natural gag reflex and choked on integrities puke.
Were not the same, will never change.
A black mark on the back of the neck god's remorse for a once forgotten son.

Would you give away your everything?
Just to hold the whole world’s attention.
Or did you finally find the words to say?
A promise to the under dead.
Cause the graves are full of good intentions.

Perfect! Propriety!
Selling off to non rectitude whores.
Constantly conquering, destroy those who oppose at the door.
Life’s not a game, you start to fade and you’re buried under it.
Devils dealing, snatching crumbs from the dragon’s mouth.

They tried to inject it in you voracious invitro virus pain
Sucking off of rotten piece of fruit growing parasites of greed in your brain.
Were not the same, will never change.
What should have been, but never was is not the legacy of a fallen hero.

Would you give away your everything?
Just to hold the whole world’s attention.
Or did you finally find the words to say?
A promise to the under dead.
Cause the graves are full of good intentions.

You’re not my fallen hero… No!

Draining The Flood

Written By: Critical Assembly

Tear down the flood gate walls.

Awaken the spirits of dead ancient kings, where the bodies are shaking below.
Over and Over they roll in a grave, up from the ground a curse has been made,

Appear now.

Up from your resting place.
Shot through the heart with a poison tipped arrow,
The god of the heroes has bled out his sorrow.

It’s coming up from the ground.

In waves, can you face this chaos army?
To tip the balance of power bring it back around.

Up from your resting place.
A black figured hatred has tainted the crown,
The new order justice has damned all the faithful.

It’s coming up through the ground.

In waves, can you face this chaos army?
To tip the balance of power bring it back around.

When the dust blots out the sun, the killing age of man has won.
The blood spilled over sacred ground, of entrails from the gods that fell.

Breathing New Life into heretics

When it rains, when it pours, when their draining the flood.
When it rains, when it pours, when their draining the flood.

Open, Wide,
Drink from the fountain of blood, you drink from the fountain and resurrect your faith.

What from your resting place.
A false blessed existence is not one to prosper, fallen from heaven the race is to falter

Open, Wide,
Drink from the fountain of blood, you drink from the fountain and resurrect your faith.

Open, Wide,
Drink from the fountain of blood, you drink from the fountain and resurrect your faith.

Black Earth

Written By: Critical Assembly

Convert the earth from green to black,
And burn it down with napalm to ash.
Terraform a hollow land,
Overworked by calloused hands.
A dried up hole of an ocean's soul,
We create the end of days.
Our seed's the one that pays.
Hell no we aint got a chance.

God damn we'll never.
Inheriting a faceless sphere,
We're handing down a nameless rock.
Look to the sky and see its burning,
Everything dies under a scorching sun.

You create a world where you can't raise your children.

Immersed in moral decay,
A gross indifference attack.
Proud parents of the toxic movement,
Complacent keeper of a world turned black.

I asked my father why he chose to curse his only son,
He said you only get one chance to keep the balance in turn.
Crawling slowly across a broken land,
We create the end of days,
Our seed's the one that pays.
Hell no we aint got a chance.

Hell no! God damn they'll never forgive us
No! God damn they'll never forgive us

The writhing ones will be our sons,
We'll make a corpse out of everyone.

Hell no! God damn they'll never forgive us.
No! God damn they'll never forgive us

You sew the seed but it wouldn't grow, and reap the soul you've sold.
Preach to the masses and tell the same damn story.
Sitting in your little crippled world,
Burn it to the ground who gives a shit?
Festers from hollow ground, your kingdom for a plow.

And still the serpent head complains,
Despite the absence of hunger pains.
Sitting in your little crippled world,
Burn it to the ground who gives a shit.

Discography

Demo 2009
The Indifference of Good Men 2011

Set List

Mastadong
Feeding The Flesh
Invitro Virus
Black Earth
Bad Blood heavy
The Indifference of Good Men
Bread for Bombs
Underclass Crusades
Draining The Flood
Facetime with The Dead
Soul Sucker