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At this stage in the game, the name Whitechapel commands the ultimate respect. Already sitting on one of the most enviable catalogs in contemporary metal, in 2019 they dropped The Valley, highlighting a confident evolution in their sound and standing as a true landmark release that sets a new standard for the genre. With Bozeman exploring childhood trauma on 2019's The Valley, it was their darkest release to-date. But with its 2021 successor, Kin, the story was darker still.

With those chapters of Bozeman's life exorcised lyrically, Hymns in Dissonance mines a darkness that's not lyrically personal. And, says Wade, "I don't think HID follows Kin musically at all. If anything, it's the polar opposite. For this album it was fun to be able to just let loose and write ignorantly heavy music again. This album stands on its own," Wade concludes. "Phil was able to create a fresh story to write about, which, in turn, helped us write music with a fresher sound."

‪@WhitechapelTV‬ is:
Phil Bozeman - Vocals
Ben Savage - Guitar
Alex Wade - Guitar
Zach Householder - Guitar
Gabe Crisp - Bass
Brandon Zackey - Drums

Director, Cinematographer, Editor, 2D and 3D Post-Production FX:
David Brodsky for My Good Eye: Music Visuals
‪@mygoodeye‬
  / mygoodeyevisuals  

Producer, 1st AD, Cinematographer, Editor:
Allison Woest for My Good Eye: Music Visuals

2nd AD, Production Manager, Assistant Camera:
Robb Brown

Gaffer:
Christopher Lee Herod

Grip:
Daniel Gonzalez

Art Department (Band Performance):
Brandon Cagle

Equine Coordinator/Rider:
Faith Sadiku

Location Managers:
Jessica Clowers Barriera
Mark Barriera
Blake Pavlis

Audio:
Produced/Engineered by Zach Householder
Mixed by WZRD BLD and Jeff Dunne
Mastered by Ted Jensen

LYRICS:
Virtuous
Peeling the virtuous rind of impurity
Seeded and depleted of morality’s code
Fertilize
Tainted but fertile, braindead but still verbal
Creation from lust is a god damn rush
A diabolical stare into the gateway of sin
I can smell the sweet stench flow from deep within
So I dig and dig
I tear the fleshy walls
Deeper and deeper, objection falls weaker
Arrogance encased in flesh
I open the door to humanity’s nest
Staring back at me I see the god that shouldn’t bleed
But he’s wrapped in bloody sheets, an abomination of me

I recede and hang it by its feet
It won’t stop crying and whining
Shut the fuck up
How could I expect a rebirth when my father left me a fucking whore
Don’t you speak, don’t say a fucking word
You will watch our boy suffocate
As I’m beginning to strangle him
Watch his soul leave his cold, dead eyes

The final gasp of air dissolves as Father Time meets himself
And starts to devolve, he reveals that nothing is real
The universe beckons to sleep
Nothing is real, nothing is coming for any of us

Cry out for god and beg for the end
No one can hear you scream, no one is coming for you

Nothing is real