The Brutal Language

by MY RUIN

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This album is a FREE DOWNLOAD and our gift to friends & fans. Please SHARE the ROCK LOVE! If you care to make a DONATION in the name of ART with your DOWNLOAD, we thank you and appreciate the support in continuing to keep our DIY spirit of independence alive in our music! ♥ This site is only place on the net this album is OFFICIALLY available. Enjoy and KEEP IT SACRED! x Mr & Mrs M

WATCH ★ Nature Boy (Music Video)
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ndeoD699mg4

WATCH ★ Spilling Open (Music Video)
www.youtube.com/watch?v=mdPhnRsx1gQ

WATCH ★ Live @ The Whisky a Go Go (2006)
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ietYGCmJuAE

WATCH ★ Live in Montmartin Sur Mer, France (2006)
www.youtube.com/watch?v=erYyZZ137Oo

WATCH ★ Metamorphosis (Fan Made Video)
www.youtube.com/watch?v=pmd3AQk3yy8

WATCH ★ Touch Me I'm Sick (Live Video)
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Hwj7_b1Yc-s

WATCH ★ Silverlake 6571 (Live Video)
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ar6z4DBp6Yk

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◄| The Brutal Language / Press Quotes |►

"Over the years My Ruin have brought various new aspects to the genre known as ‘metal’, challenging what has been and what is to come in one fell swoop. Combining Tairrie’s roots in rap and hip-hop with the influence of spoken word style pieces of Lydia Lunch, the band have amalgamated these genres and created a new breed of metal. The Brutal Language takes on a more classic approach to metal and takes it on hard. Multi-talented, multi-instrumentalist Mick Murphy recorded not only the guitar parts on this album, but the drum parts also, and, if that wasn’t enough, produced the whole album too proving that talent really does seep from this guy’s pores. Tairrie’s raw, infallible vocals are yet to be matched for passion and brutality by any other band and this is clear in tracks such as ‘Spilling Open’ and ‘Metamorphosis’. Both also wielding the secret of searing riffs and driven drums that pierce through the silence and show the “wannabees” how real, heavy rock ‘n’ roll should sound. Taking no hostages, this album is the perfect heavy metal album; dirty, grungy, raw and relentless."
- 5/6 Lyndsey Wright // THRASHHITS.COM
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Cor, ain’t Tairrie B getting on a bit? Shouldn’t she have done an Idlewild by now and gone all REM? Shouldn’t time have healed all the wrongs? Shouldn’t she just… get over it? As if. Remember: this is Tairrie (fucking) B. She was always the most aggressive woman in the metal world during her time as the legendary frontwoman of Manhole *and *Tura Satana. And didn’t everyone know it. She is the reason Kittie ever happened. There can be no mistake that *My Ruin *is Tairrie B’s vehicle and, as such, it’s her emotion and vitriol that stand out. The anger that has been inherent in each and every record she has produced is more than definitely still here and if anything seems to have been focused further and more effectively. This may be due to the partial disbanding prior to recording where only Tairrie and her multi-faceted prime axeman *Mick Murphy *were left to record The Brutal Language. This unforeseen turn of events may have led to the tightest recording sessions she has ever undertaken. Grammy winner Nick Raskulinecz (Velvet Revolver, Ministry) mixes this unmistakably metal album with dark concision and furious fluency. The mood and method is epitomized during the album closer: a cover of a Mudhoney track, ‘Touch Me I’m Sick’. Brutalized and made even sludgier, the former grunge classic is screamed forth by Tairrie to an uncompromising backdrop of Sabbathy riffs and fiercely pounded drums. It is, indeed, a fitting climax as the album builds and builds in both quality and stature. ‘Silverlake’ is the first true standout track, featuring swinging siren guitar work, swathing over those famed unrepentant snarled vocals. Later, in _‘Summer Of Hell’ _we see the full extent of the anger unleashed upon the masses and even as the album edges closer to its finale, the unbridled violence never lets up. This is a clear testament to the meeting of minds and talent between Tairrie B and Mick Murphy. As a result, you and I are both rather glad that Ms.B has been thus far unable to iron out her differences with the rest of civilization.
- 8/10 Raziq Rauf // DROWNEDINSOUND.COM
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You know how moths emerge from the cocoon as a beautiful butterfly? That's pretty much a good way to describe the metamorphosis of the Los Angeles powerhouse known as My Ruin. The band, which has always been untouchable live, has had good records. Good, not great. The slate is completely wiped clear with the release of The Brutal Language. The unrelenting chainsaw sound which usually strikes with gale wind force is intact but has been tunneled into a more potent weapon this time out. Something has changed in the camp of My Ruin, resulting in undoubtedly the best record of their career and one of the best of any of the year. While the face of My Ruin has always been the larger-than-life persona of vocalist and founder Tairrie B, musically the band has been under the direction of guitarist Mick Murphy. And on The Brutal Language, he has turned in a performance that should turn heads. During the recording of the record, the band's former rhythm section up and quit. Undaunted, Murphy, who also assumed the producer's title, erased their tracks and laid down bass and drums as well as contributing the awesome guitar that he is slowly becoming known for. He has been called "the best kept secret in rock and roll" but that should become a thing of the past as this record gets heard. Starting with his sound, which summons all the best elements of Tony Iommi, he lays down a crunchy bedrock so thick you could walk on it. Then you have to notice all the subtle changes he's incorporated this time out. There are little instrumental breathers for a bar or two which really supercharge the dynamics of each song. As well, he has begun playing more solos, which are real welcome to these ears. Not to be overshadowed is the aforementioned Miss B, who casts a long shadow on her own. Known for her mega-charged full-on vocal delivery, Miss B has learned that a little variety can be more powerful than the one gear she has used in the past. Previous works would find Tairrie just bowling over everything in her way, to be the last one standing. On The Brutal Language she has opted to use some different styles. Don't fret if you think that means she has mellowed, however. She still mostly slices and dices the words that spew from her arsenal of poison-tipped weapons. To any fan of My Ruin, this is absolute nirvana. The Brutal Language has the band digging down deep and pulling out their best effort to reach a whole new level."
- 5/5 Morley Seaver // ANTIMUSIC.COM
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"The full sound of this band from Tairrie B (Tura Satana/Manhole) really is what invites listeners in during tracks like “Touch Me I’m Sick”. Everything is given a bass-heavy luster that allows the swampy-rock of the band to shine through. Couple that with sizzling guitar lines and arrangements that are similar in style to “Deliverance”-era Corrosion of Conformity, and the band has some serious positives to win people over with their “The Brutal Language”. The ability of the band to bludgeon listeners with their brutal guitar/bass attack (as such is present during “Summer of Hell”) is just one of their attack; equally present are the ever-more-chaotic and driven guitar solos as were present in “Touch Me I’m Sick”. The band gets an infusion of punk structuring during “Summer of Hell”, where a simplifying of their sound really allows listeners to tune in easier. “Cold Hands, Warm Heart” is really innovative in the sense that the guitars take precedence over the vocals; in fact, the roles of the two seem to be switched. That is to say that the guitar is the more narrative track during the track, while the screaming present is in much more of an instrumental role. The ability of My Ruin to move into different genres is really what makes the disc such a success; for example, “The Devil Walks” vacillates between the dirty-metal of bands like Superjoint Ritual while still maintaining a fire for the seventies rock of Led Zeppelin and Kansas. The result is not some weakly-functioning Frankenstein’s monster, but really something that shows individuals that My Ruin is really able to pull off whatever they’d like. By far, the work that My Ruin does when they are confronted with repetition is the strongest fare on the disc. By not showing any weakness – by being confident, the band can succeed where countless bands have failed. “The Brutal Language” is the strongest disc I’ve heard, in an all-around sense. The production allows the band’s already-formidable instrumentation to shine, while the arrangement of “The Brutal Language” is continually shi fting but never dubious. The tracks may not be proper for average rock-radio, but place them in a forum where metal-minded viewers reside (Uranium, Headbanger’s Ball) and watch the sales of this disc increase into the stratosphere. This is metal, pure and simple and its reluctance to fit neatly into a specific genre makes it endearing." - 7.5 // NEUFUTUR.COM


"This CD was my introduction to My Ruin and I have to say that this definitely a kickass release. The music is heavy and the vocalist kicks your ass with her well crafted lyrics and brutally passionate voice. They have an infectious blend of punk, rock, metal, and attitude. I liked the way the CD started out with a spoken litany and then afterwards you get sonically assaulted. They do a cover of Mudhoney's "Touch Me I'm Sick" which ends the disc. All in all the record has a damn infectious groove to it and you'll probably find yourself playing air drums or air guitar. It's that good." - ROCKNETWEBZINE.COM

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released November 5, 2005

Produced by Mick Murphy
Engineered by Yuri Anysonian
Mixed by Nick Raskulinecz
Recorded @ Optimum Sound Studios
Cover Art by Tairrie B. Murphy
Originally Released on Undergroove Records UK | Circa 2005
Rovena Recordings | Circa 2016
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Lyrics - Tairrie B. Murphy
Music - Mick Murphy
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Vocals - Tairrie B. Murphy
Guitar, Bass & Drums - Mick Murphy

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Track Name: Nature Boy
NATURE BOY
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There was a boy,
A very strange enchanted boy,
They say he wandered very far
Very far, Over land and sea
A little shy and sad of eye
But very wise was he
And then one day a magic
He passed my way
And while we spoke of many thing
Fools and kings this he said to me
The greatest thing you'll ever learn is just to love and be loved in return.
Track Name: Silverlake 65:71
SILVERLAKE 6571
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The forecast said it would be sunny
I guess they got it wrong
It's raining again in Silverlake
And I need to hear my song
The one that puts me in the mood
To spill my guts and talk to you
Saves me from my self-inflicted worry when I do
Oh, you're asleep right now but I'm still wide awake
It's hard for me to close my eyes without no pill to take
I think of all the times I tried, the nights I dreamed I'd died
Help me feel alive again 'cause I'm so dead inside

Well, I'm a liar and you're my saint
It feels so good being the one they hate
And I'm a sinner, so let's all pray
I wouldn't want it any other way

Well, have you heard the news, I've got a blue bruise on my hip
The truth can be a brutal business, I just need a kiss
Someone to tape my wrists, I think that I'm about to bleed
But I know it's not up to you to give me what I need
Oh, you're awake right now so I must be asleep
It seems I've got a secret that I ain't afraid to keep
I think of all the times I tried to tell you how I feel
But it's so hard to mend my wounds that just refuse to heal

Well, I'm a liar and you're my saint
It feels so good being the one they hate
And I'm a sinner, so let's all pray
I wouldn't want it any other way

Take me back, let's go back
It's so dark here, it's so black
Exquisite with stillness, the fragrance of flesh
The taste of revenge and my wounds are still fresh
Now here she comes with her bloody red lips
Funeral-white skin and her generous hips
Drenched in the scent of romance like no other
She's so filthy gorgeous that death has become her

Well, I'm a liar and you're a saint
It feels so good being the one they hate
And I'm a sinner, so let's all pray
I wouldn't want it any other way
Track Name: The Devil Walks
THE DEVIL WALKS
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It takes a lot to get me down when I'm high
I know you're no friend of mine
I can see the Devil in your eyes
Look at me, I'm Jesus Christ
All alone so throw your stones
At my words and lovely bones
Blood that's red and mouth that's mean
Raise your fucking hands with me!

Forgive - I have sinned
Believe I'll do it again

Well, I've been down this road before
And every time you never change your mind
You see me in black and white
Nailed to the cross and crucified
Look around me, smell the flies
Judas filling me with lies
But I don't hide the blood I bleed
Raise your fucking hands with me!

Forgive - I have sinned
Believe I'll do it again

Walk with me through the valley
Fear no evil
Walk with me
I'm the baddest motherfucker in the valley!

With all of your questions
And words in your head
You went sarching for God
And met the Devil instead

Walk with me through the valley
Fear no evil
Walk with me
Honesty is the holiest disease!
Track Name: Spilling Open
SPILLING OPEN
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I watch the buzzards gather but no-one's dead today...
Like sheep they follow after and promise not to stray.
Her darling little bastards scarred with elitist black
But I know when I stab her - it won't be in her back!

I’m spilling open...
Inside my house of leaves...
It doesn't matter what's been said it's what my heart believes!

It seems the hive is buzzing the bees protect their queen
While snakes with poison venom
Appear upon the scene
So ugly in their hatred God bless the Maybelline
So arrogant that when she cuts
It's done for all to see!

I’m spilling open...
It's killing all of me...
And I hate I’ve become from what's been done to me!

Homecoming queens are pretty from being dressed in pink
But perfume can't disguise a pig and I can smell her stink
Miss Ann Thrope once said to me with words that tasted sweet
But now the slaughterhouse has turned her voice to meat!

Not everybody's everything they ever claim to be
Not everything is black and white friend or mine enemy
I guess it doesn't really matter when there's nothing left
Sometimes you gotta let it go and just enjoy the death.
Track Name: Cold Hands, Warm Heart
COLD HANDS, WARM HEART
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In the sunshine of an otherwise cloudy day
Do you believe in fate?
Come what may...

I've been heavy and I’ve been light
I’ve been the one stayin' up all night
I've been low and I’ve been high
Been the first to try
And I know my dark...
Cold hands, warm heart
Save me from myself!

In the darkness of an otherwise sunny day
Do you believe in fate?
Come what may...

I've been strong and I’ve been weak
I’ve been the one unafraid to speak
I've been wrong and I’ve been right
Been the first to fight
And I know my dark...
Cold hands, warm heart
Save me from myself!

When I die... bury me underneath the weeping tree
And when I rise...carry me to the hills for all to see!

My life...
The brutal language of being in love!
Why lie?
The brutal language of being in...
My life...
The brutal language of being in love!
Why lie?
The brutal language of being in love.
Track Name: Metamorphosis
METAMORPHOSIS
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Take me down to the river bed
Clean the sheets on which I bled
Four white horses come for me
There's no way to comfort me
Soak my secrets in a box
Bury them beneath the rocks
Dressed in dirt you cover me
Hope he won't discover me
Watch my body turning cold, watch my body...let me go!

Tell the truth, kill the tracks
There will be no coming back
Pretend that we don't have a past
Let this friendship die at last
Watch my body turning cold, watch my body... let you go!

Religion is relationships
What you see is what you get
Slip into unconsciousness
My metamorphosis!

Arms, hands - see her with her imperfections!
Bones, skin - resurrection is her sin!
Arms, hands - see me with my imperfections!
Bones, skin - resurrection is my sin!

Think of me and close your eyes
Use up all your alibis
Drink yourself to my last breath
Tell them all about my death
Murder me with all your lies
But I am still alive
Promise that you will forget
I’ll remember all of it!

Religion is relationships
What you see is what you get
Slip into unconsciousness
My metamorphosis!

All sensation has now left me...
Save that which keeps my heart still beating!
Track Name: Summer Of Hell
SUMMER OF HELL
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Please, please forgive me
There was no way I could go...
I drown my sorrows
Underwater...in the snow
And I’m tired of lying
I'm tried of trying
I'm tired of living
I feel like I’m dying

In my summer of hell
I swear I won't tell
In my summer of hell
I swear I won’t tell
I won't tell
I won't tell
I won't tell you!

Please don't you worry
There is so much I can't say...
I numb my body
In the morning... yesterday!
And I’m tired of lying
I'm tired of trying
I'm tired of living
I feel like I’m dying!

In my summer of hell
I swear I won't tell
In my summer of hell
I swear I won’t tell
I won't tell
I won't tell
I won't tell you!

Hey this is your day
Congratulations!
These are the last days...
Conspiracy theories!
Hey this is my day
Congratulate me!
These are the new days of death and romance.
Track Name: Vince Vaughn
VINCE VAUGHN
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Well I know you're the money honey don't tell me
If you get it here in ten you'll get it for free...
And we can give it a floor run, see if it plays...
Cause you're a tall drink of water baby, you're so made!
This is how I do ah...
This is how I do!

This is how I do
I’ll do it all night long yeah,
This is how I do it just like Vince Vaughn!

Well it's so fucking on when you flash that smile...
C'mon let's party California gangster style
A little bit of the shh... Little bit of the bad...
I know your name ain't cowboy baby I’m so glad!
This is how I do ah...
This is how I do ah...
This is how I do ah...
This is how I do!

This is how I do
I’ll do it all night long... shit
Let me see you do it honey... Come on!

A little bit of the shh... A little bit of the bad, bad!
A little bit of the shh... A little bit of the bad, bad!

Vegas baby vegas, yeah yeah!
Let me see you shake it hell yeah!
Vegas baby vegas, yeah yeah!
Let me see you shake it
Hell yeah,
Hell yeah,
Hell motherfuckin' yes!

Here’s 50 bucks, in case I call you a bitch later!
Track Name: Imitation Of Christ
IMITATION OF CHRIST
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Mouth just like a guillotine
Tell me how to stop the bleeding
Thugs and bigots let them stare
At the one who isn't there
God is absent silly fools
All you have are devil's tools
Imagination is my murder
Christ is dead so he can’t hurt her!

Jesus saves but not tonight
He's too busy getting high
I'm too mean and you're too nice
Imitation of Christ!
Mary kills when she's on pills
This is how she gets her thrills
I'm too bored to give a fuck
Say your prayers I wish you luck!

Eyes that look like suicide
Show me where to run and hide
All the priests are occupied
Who will be the next to die
Lovely are the bones of time
And someday I will leave you mine
Inspiration comes from death
That's what the bible says!

Pick a muse, a handsome man
Rest my gazes upon him
Arching hands and swollen feet
Beware this burden of my heat
Sacrifice me
Lay me down and slowly slice me
Soothe and loath me
Burn me at the stake then hold me
Whisper in my ear then scold me
Stone me stone me, you can't break me
On the flaming couch you take me
There's no way you can make me

Tell the truth to my lips
Betray me with a Judas kiss
3 times I knew that you'd deny me
Love like blood will crucify me
Passion I can't overcome face my past and what I’ve done
Testimony of a liar
God is dead but I’m on...I'm on fire... I'm on fire!
Track Name: Touch Me I'm Sick
TOUCH ME I'M SICK
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Wooooow, come on!
Well I’ve been bad
And I’ve been worse...
And I’m a creep yeah...
And I’m a jerk...
Come on!

Touch me I’m sick!
Touch me I'm sick!

I won't live long
I’m full of rot...
Gonna give the world...
Everything I’ve got!

Touch me I’m sick!
Yeah, touch me I’m sick!

C'mon baby now come with me
If you don't come
if you don't come,
If you don't come...you'll die alone!

Wooooow!
Uh!
Come on!
Well I'm diseased
Well I don't mind
I’ll make you love me
Til the day you die

Ooooh...
Touch me I’m sick!
Yeah, fuck you I’m sick..

C'mon baby now come with me
If you don't come
If you don't come
If you don't come...you'll die alone!