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In the early '90s, Life of Agony was a straight-up Hardcore Metal band. They built up a loyal following with their debut River Runs Red, by incessant touring and word of mouth, with little MTV or radio airplay. Soul Searching Sun, Life Of Agony's third album is now available on vinyl for the first time. It includes 'Weeds' & 'My Mind Is Dangerous' a.o. 180 gram audiophile vinyl. 6-panel insert. Available on vinyl for the first time!.
First pressing of 1500 numbered copies on orange/yellow mixed vinyl. In the early '90s, Life of Agony was a straight-up Hardcore Metal band.
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They built up a loyal following with their debut River Runs Red, by incessant touring and word of mouth, with little MTV or radio airplay. On their second album, 1995's Ugly, the band chose a different musical path - they melded their Hardcore with the melodic Alternative Rock of Stone Temple Pilots and Alice In Chains.
Longtime fans or the record-buying public were mildy aroused, and the group was now faced with a new dilemma; should they stay true to their newly decided musical direction, or conform to their fans' expectations of what Life of Agony's music should sound like? The group chose to stick to their guns and do what their hearts told them to on Soul Searching Sun. New drummer Dan Richardson (ex-Pro-Pain) fits the band perfectly, able to handle their musical schizophrenia with no problem.
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180 gram audiophile vinyl. 6-panel insert. Available on vinyl for the first time!. First pressing of 1500 numbered copies on orange/yellow mixed vinyl.
Life Of Agony Soul Searching Sun
“He chose a guitar from one of the oak cabinets. Picking it with his calloused fingers, he squeezed his eyes shut and hummed. Something miraculous poured from his soul, riding in on a lonely train, rising softly from a distant place— a place I’d never been— then louder and louder it came, traveling through my ears, pulsing through my veins. I’d never heard anything like it. When he finished playing, he sat with the guitar cradled in his arms, waiting, the music traveling through the forgotten city of my soul.” ―.