AUTOPSY RELEASE TRACK “IN THE GRIP OF WINTER” FROM LIVE IN CHICAGO - RELEASED 30TH OCTOBER 2020, THE BAND’S FIRST OFFICIAL LIVE ALBUM
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https://autopsy.lnk.to/LiveInChicago
Live In Chicago was recorded on 7th March 2020 at Reggie’s Rock Club, in Chicago, and contains 66 minutes of classics spanning their whole 30+ year career of the death metal legends and will feature a brand new track giving fans something to chew on while the impending next studio release takes shape. Due to this year’s global events, this show stands as Autopsy’s only gig of 2020, out of what was intended to be a string of several appearances. Luckily, the show was professionally recorded, unknowing of what was about to follow.
Chris Reifert comments of his choice of track, “In The Grip Of Winter” which was originally released on the band’s second album, 1991’s Mental Funeral - “Here’s a nice little slice of doom and gloom to add to the atmosphere of doom and gloom that we’re all living in. We as Autopsy are psyched that people still like and want to hear songs like this and with any luck at all we’ll be able to play this one and whatever else live in front of human faces again someday. For now, just listen up and imagine you’re in a packed club going mental and sweating your ass off while outside it’s cold as fuck, which was the case when this show happened. This is Autopsy live...always sounding like we’re about to go off the rails but somehow staying the course, hellbent on squashing every brain that gets laid out on the tracks.”
Mixing by Adam Munoz
Artwork Wes Benscoter (Slayer, Nile, Kreator)
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lyrics:
Lost in the white
Nothing in sight
Stumbling thru the snow and ice
Blinded by forces you can't control
Just to stay alive your only goal
Caught within the grip of winter
Hyperboric nightmare reigns
A arctic hysteria sets in
Body goes numb as your brain
Legs go numb
Panic strikes
So you then light a fire
Put your legs in the flames
Hoping for a rush of pain
Flesh burns right to the core
Spits blood from every pore
Smell your skin peel away
For your life a small price to pay
Running in searing pain
Rational thoughts
Are quickly slain
Take in your last cold breath
As you fall to your backsnapping death
