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The screaming starts about a half-minute into the smooth lounge intro, ripping you out of your headspace and into the high-heat broil of Guangzhou’s DieChiwawa! Die! The sample choice isn’t quite accidental; more a byproduct of constant crate-digging in the famed Guangdong vinyl pits, where all your least favorite records go to die and get repurposed into industrial goo. This side of the slab is more melt than music for sure, a shit cocktail of one-plus-minute gut-burners like opening number “No Stage is the Best Stage”, which is definitely true for this crew, who prefer to play out in decrepit practice rooms, illegally squatted rooftops and ramshackle skate shops than anything that could reasonably be called a “live music venue.” Pay close attention to midway skit “Taxi Driver” to KNOW how it feels to be 30 beers too deep in the heart of the PRD (wisely chased with “Call the Ambulance”), and also make sure to hover around standout track “One From the Heart”, which is just that, an ode to the lost clique of Chinese youth finding meaning in dive bars and DIY circus sideshows.

Things don’t slow down at all on the b-side, a Beijing-gray lather of late-night scuzz from multinational fast-core quartet Struggle Session. Quite the opposite. Break out your pointiest culture-war dunce cap and gouge the pit to the dulcet strains of “Smog Thrills” and “Trail of Glass”, broken etudes to beat-down spirits that are too angry to go away. Rather they haunt from Bejing’s sweatiest, booziest depths, growl from the gutter with the enduring fire that only furious self-imposed exiles from bullshit futures in which they have no say can keep aflame. This is the only sound they can make: filthy shaky chords, empty cups, broken bottles and that hour of sleep you keep losing.

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released June 30, 2017

STRUGGLE SESSION is

Aaron – Drums / Vocals
Alf – Bass / Vocals
Nevin – Guitar / Vocals
Oliver – Lead Vocals

Recorded fall 2016 by Yang Haisong at Psychic Kong in Beijing, China
Mixed by Fredrik Lyxzén at Parasite Studios in Umeå, Sweden
Mastered by Garrett Haines at Treelady Studios in Pittsburg, USA

All music and lyrics by Struggle Session

Thanks to: Yang Haisong & Fredrik Lyxzén

Special Thanks to:
Jinbo, Peng, Ronny, Siugat, Warsaw, Die!ChiwawaDie! and Qii Snacks Records

Genjing Records
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genjingrecords.com

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Struggle Session Beijing, China

Brutally fun fastcore from China's capital

Aaron: Drums /Vocals
Alf: Bass/ Vocals
Nevin: Guitar/ Vocals
Oliver: Lead Vocals

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Track Name: What's Left?
You know, I really think the shit we swallow daily is our choice, but what I wonder is how much of that gets through the filter? and how much of this is just a stupid fucking animal, I want to know what’s left when you drain this body, I want to know what’s left, when you drain this mind. What good is there? and can it really make any fucki
ng difference? I want to know. Channel it on empty, no room for anything else.
Track Name: Stupid Energies
Bite on my tongue
As the red water seeps
outwards into the world
onto the face of what keeps me down

So feel it now, feel me now
Pure energies with gold intent

Dried up anger in our roots,
War stories in our soil,
It’s the fruit we bear that's worth it all again.

So feel it now,
so feel me now
Pure energies with gold intent

Make it last, soak it in
as my mind warps to the rhythm
as this high gets me through it all

So feel it now,
so feel me now
Pure energies with gold intent

Make it last, soak it in, feel it now.
Track Name: Unwound
Force fed shit view, I want none of it, I want none of you.
Try and drag me down, I'll take it all in and give it back.
Let it all unwind, find the release, and give it back.
We have been abandoned, by what's weighed us down.
Alone in shallow noise, without an end.
Try and drag us down, I’ll take it all in, and give it back.
Let it all unwind, find our release, and give it back.
Unwind the sublime lines, fill me a thousand times.
I'll do the same for you.
As the threads unravel, as the cup pours out, we'll give it back.
Track Name: Howler
For every life you reap,
Add another stone to your spineless back.

I want to be your living insomnia
I want to eat at you
I want to bury your filthy crown
I want to be the hour of sleep that you fucking lose.

Imbeciles, imbeciles.
¿Que pueden entender?
Imbeciles, imbeciles.
¿Que pueden entender?
Ni Mierda!

You will know me by my howl
You will know me by my gaze
You will know the stone that’s crushing your back.

For every that life you reap,
Add another stone on your spineless back.

Fill your greed, with someone else's fucking soul.
Track Name: Smog Thrills
Inhale smog thrills,
Breathing in some of Beijing’s smog thrills, make our sore livers, do some more wet work
These are the best times, I might not remember.

Tired of this fucking TV set, I need a break man.
I need another, I need another fucking

Beer.
Track Name: K.E.E.N
What you say, what you sow
Gives you weight, it’s all you need.
The carried moment, the fear tick in the back of ignorant minds.

I will never be functional,
But the thing is I got some shit to fucking say.

With shaky chords
As weak as I am
With the worn face
That I'm fucking sick of
I got some shit to fucking say

I want to be more than this,
I want to give it all.
Even for a sliver of time
It exists, I know it exists.. in me; exists in you.

Peel back, ego death; how blissful
Witness, how good it feels, to be fucking real
What you say, what you sow
Gives you weight, it’s all you need.
Track Name: Sold Souls
You gave it away
You gave it away
You gave it away

Tried and tired, spent and wasted
How's the life they picked for you? How's the life they wanted? It's not always how much you can take. Bloom from the better place in mind.

Sold souls, sold souls, sold souls to nothing

you gave it away, gave it away, (they fucking took it)
Everyday desensitized; So stolen, so transparent.

Maybe you'll see it through your own way one day.

Sold souls, sold souls, sold souls to nothing
Track Name: Trail of Glass
Always phasing out the things I can’t forget.
I'm sick of trying, sick of trying; caged inside my head.
Shut me up, sedate me,
I'll drown you out.

Tear into me,
let me show you what good for nothing bones can do.
Tear into me, let me show you what good for nothing words can be.
Let me show you, that not everything has its price.
Scrape from the bottom, marked in sweat, marked in blood... the trail of glass goes on.
A living ensō that never ends, it goes.. it goes.. its goes on.