Walking Corpse Syndrome's second album, Narcissist, just received its first review.  Joe Nickell is the arts editor for the Missoulian and an opera lover.  For him to give a dark metal band some press and show promotion means a lot to us.  Here's our favorite quote:  "The guiding inspirations would seem to be fingernails on chalkboard set to a machine-gun back-beat, overlaid by the sound of someone gurgling Liquid-Plumr."  The full review can be found at http://nickellbag.com/?p=1230#more-1230 .

While that may seem like an insult to some, for us it affirms that our art remains confrontational and can still challenge comfort zones.  The philosopher Nietzsche once posited that art should serve to find the weaker sections of society, to expose and demolish them, so that society can then be rebuilt stronger and better.

The disease "Walking Corpse Syndrome" causes the afflicted to believe they lack limbs or a soul.  They might believe that they are already dead -- a zombie -- and will go to great lengths to prove to others that hurt cannot befall them.  The band "Walking Corpse Syndrome" sees indications of this in the greater society.  People who immerse themselves in addictions - whether drugs, alcohol, or media - to fill that aching void.  People who mutilate themselves and others.  People who walk with a narcissistic mirror in front to their faces, never seeing others but only themselves.  People who are losing their basic humanity, ripping away the threads to their community and weaving the strands into a mummy wrap to isolate themselves, hoping that in the depths of loneliness they might stop aching.

In such desperate times, a desperate sound is needed.  This sound must act as a saw, cutting through the mummification, exposing the withered body to the air.  Walking Corpse Syndrome wants you to get into the pit, to slam against sweaty bodies, to bang your head until you fall to the floor, to scream until your lungs burn.  To feel alive.  And then move onward.