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Philadelphia screamo act SUPINE premiere new thrilling, dramatic song “Inherited Wealth”; listen!

Blending all the chilling ingredients of epic, dark screamo, Philadelphia based atmospheric post-hardcore band SUPINE are pleased to give you their new track “Inherited Wealth”, showcasing the captivating result of their influences, laced with some of the finest additions of their own. To ensure a better understanding of their creative work, we have teamed up with them to give you their special commentary and explanation of ideas behind their new LP “No Altar For The Company Man”, contextualized within their perspectives of the year 2020.

No Altar For The Company Man” is a reconciliation between the divorce of labor from its product and the internalization of personal inadequacy. The imagery of domestic turbulence is presented as the consequence of struggling within a man-made transactional system designed to concentrate wealth and power. Our individual self-care routines and mindfulness practices are prescribed to distract and satisfy ourselves within the futility of these systems, to leave the hierarchical structures of capitalism unchallenged though we innately carry the guilt of the increasingly unnatural state of human existence.

SUPINE is: Sean Brown – Guitars, Tim Keating – Bass, Jason Jenigen – Drums/Vocals, Stephen Patrick Dawson – Vocals

Album recorded, mixed, and mastered by Scot Moriarty at Backroom Studios. Artwork by Stephen Patrick Dawson. Photographs by Alex Bui

𝑇ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑐𝑖𝑓𝑖𝑐𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑖𝑛𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑚𝑒𝑑 𝑏𝑦 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑠 𝑜𝑓 2020 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝐶𝑜𝑣𝑖𝑑-19 𝑝𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑚𝑖𝑐, 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑎𝑙𝑏𝑢𝑚’𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚𝑒𝑠 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑏𝑜𝑟𝑛 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑎𝑚𝑒 𝑒𝑛𝑣𝑖𝑟𝑜𝑛𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡.

The way in which so many sought to hastily end stay-at-home orders and lockdowns in order to re-engage the machinations of capitalism is indicative of just how indoctrinated we’ve become to sell out the well-being of the worker for the benefit of the capitalist class. Even as corporations and billionaires accumulate record-shattering profits, the discourse around bolstering business and the broader economy largely ignores the health and safety, let alone the compensation, of the average worker. We’ve been conditioned to define ourselves by our consumption, even as the prioritization thereof proves to our potential detriment in the face of a deadly virus.

“𝑁𝑜 𝐴𝑙𝑡𝑎𝑟 𝐹𝑜𝑟 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝐶𝑜𝑚𝑝𝑎𝑛𝑦 𝑀𝑎𝑛” 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑐𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑒𝑚𝑏𝑜𝑑𝑖𝑒𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑠𝑎𝑚𝑒 𝑑𝑖𝑠𝑠𝑜𝑛𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒, 𝑏𝑒𝑡𝑤𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑢𝑔𝑔𝑙𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑣𝑎𝑠𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑛𝑎𝑙 𝑎𝑛𝑥𝑖𝑒𝑡𝑦 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑖𝑟𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑓𝑟𝑖𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑙𝑦 𝑐𝑜𝑒𝑥𝑖𝑠𝑡 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛 𝑎 𝑠𝑦𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑚 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑓𝑖𝑡𝑠 𝑜𝑓𝑓 𝑠𝑢𝑏𝑗𝑢𝑔𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛.

As a band, we’re choosing to see the end of shows and touring for the foreseeable future as an opportunity to re-evaluate how we wish to operate creatively. We’re viewing this as a chance to be more deliberate artistically, to find ways to express ourselves beyond the typical cycle of shows.

Supine

Our plans for next year are pretty much to start over with our writing process, to view the album as a transition toward a new sound that better reflects our individual tastes and perspectives with less consideration to sounding the way we have historically.

We’ve included a non-exhaustive list of albums that we’ve really enjoyed over the past year:

Soul Glo – Songs to Yeet at the Sun

Manikineter – Copper Fields [see IDIOTEQ Special HERE]

The Oracle – Hypogeum

Nothing – The Great Dismal

Metz – Atlas Vending

Gulch – Impenetrable Cerebral Fortress

Protomartyr – Ultimate Success Today

Undeath – Lesions of a Different Kind

Microphones – Microphones in 2020

Choir Boy – Gathering Swans

Soft Kill – Dead Kids R.I.P. City

Oneohtrix Point Never – Magic Oneohtrix Point Never

Julianna Barwick – Healing is a Miracle


Ana Roxanne – Because of a Flower

Yves Tumor – Heaven to Tortured Mind

SUPINE

Inherited Wealth lyrics:

surely I could coax a globe
to the fulcrum of my brow,
refracted light through my eyes
finds a smile in a scowl.
but what of the Hell-
that tugs at my tendons concerned of only itself?
and what of the house-
supposing that’s something I should be concerned about?
age of promise
age of willful indiscretion
age of relics
age of tombs stood proud of their toil
I’m still brandishing disdain,
still shooing at the thought of old haunts.
for every recollection
there’s always an interaction with your ghost.

(I know its a fool’s errand,
redecorating the room.
I know its a fool’s errand,
redecorating the space.)
all I saw was the blood on the stairs.
the shards of glass in the yard didn’t arrive from a leisurely walk

Philadelphia screamo act SUPINE premiere new thrilling, dramatic song “Inherited Wealth”; listen!
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