Released independantly in 1993 (US in 1994), it received critical acclaim and acceptance. So much so that the band were nominated for a Juno award in Canada. Very limited pressings mean that nowadays it is almost impossible to find even a used copy, let alone a new one.
BIG NEWS:
I have just found a digital, legal download of the album Purge, apparently released digitally in June 2005. Samples of all six tracks are available on-site.
Price: AU$16.99 (correct at time of printing)
Click the link below VVV
Purge CD available to legally download HERE
Purge is a very dark and murky album both musically and lyrically. Songs on this album are full of hate, contempt and rebellion.
Much use is made of Trevor Hurst's wide vocal range, from delicate singing to full out screaming. The end sound produced reminds me of Nine Inch Nails sorta music...while critics argue about EC's one music category, Purge was definitely more inclined to the industrial/heavy rock side.
2. Out Of Reach
3. T.D.M (Trevor's Death Metal)
4. Cruel World
5. Pssyche
6. Purge II
Give me pleasure, give me pain
All the things to make it fade
Take me where I want to go
Oh, lost my way...
Out Of Reach
Feeling empty
Here in my world
No redemption
No mercy
Oh yeah! Yeah
See me falling
Too far gone to care
I can feel you
Coming closer
Just out of reach
Empty promises
Fill my demons
Gives the courage
Need to stare
Shouldn't dare in darkness
No one fears
No one cares
T.D.M
That's right boy,
That badge, this uniform and these boots
I'm a uniformed police officer
Carrying out an order
Watch Commander sent me
I'm just doing my fucking job...
You're under arrest
You have the right to remain silent...
That's about it
Kicking, scratching and living for what?
I'm part of the system and the system is fucked
I'm a problem, I'm a disease
I'm Generation X and I'll do what I please
Oh yeah, alright
It's your generation
Got a foreign car, cappucino bar
Corporate sponsored seminar
Oh yeah, alright
It's your generation
Sell me life in a package
Paint it red, white and blue
I don't care what you say
I won't live like you
We've got the family values
A fucking cross
The CIA and your crooked cops
All the answers, all that you need
I got just one question
What about me?
Cruel World
Don't judge me with your prejudice
Your church and god
Tell me what the hell you've got
That I want
You can't save us all
The journey of the sick
Was never very long
In your cruel world
Don't trust me
Comfort me with sentiment you dont mean
Dont flood me
In rivers of medicine, I can't swim
Hold me accountable for all I've done
As I will hold you
Pssyche
Pssyche! Ha, Pssyche!
You're all alone in the pack
You feel like you want to go home
You feel fist, but you keep on going
The reason is there
You won't find it 'til you've been and gone
Because you're living in your hopes
Someone's got you...
Tell your brain: "seek inspiration"
You appear illusion
Then you fall into transfer
Transform machine
To play with your hands
So you can stand back and watch
Take past and burn
If you don't know the game
Then you're still part of it
Because out on the street it's strange to show
Knowing full well you're out on the range
Dodge the bullets, or carry the gun
The choice is yours
Look at the controller
A Nazi with a social degree
A middle class hero with your eyes on me
You feast on masturbation
Preach yes to the nuns you fuck
You'd wipe out semantics if you had a chance
Jesus would like it now!
You lied to me...you're fucked