Fall Out Fracture

Releases

Anxiety (2005)

Links

Fall Out Fracture on Facebook – Myspace

Release Date: June 16th 2009

Project: Wisconsin Sickness

About

Welcome to the real Wisconsin death trip. Wisconsin Sickness Vol. 1 is a compilation of 13 of the sickest bands from the land of serial killers and cannibals.

Liner Notes

Cover design by Retina 312
www.retina312.com

www.wisconsinsickness.com

Track List

01. The Killer Dolphin With Rabies – Get Your Ass To Mars
02. Corpse Donor – I’ve Got 117 Words For You
03. Meth Tooth – The Alpha Strain
04. Failed The Fire Drill – On A Wind’s Whisper
05. Put Her In The Trunk – Sacrificial Scriptures (Of A Murderer)
06. [the] commuter exit – Pessimist
07. Diemertus – Conquest
08. Burial Ritual – Blood Fued
09. Fall Out Fracture – Hindsight
10. A Pale Ghost – Never Seen Again
11. Dear Astronaut – Never-Ending Nosebleed
12. Time To Kill – Rise And Fight
13. Festerfuck – Severed Hippy Heads
14. Burial Ritual – Tower Of Silence
15. Put Her In The Trunk – Flower Of Flesh And Blood
16. Time To Kill – Dead To Me
17. The Killer Dolphin With Rabies – Light Room Tutorial
18. [the] commuter exit – Motion Is Omnipresent
19. A Pale Ghost – Day After Day

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Release Date: October 5th, 2005

Artist: Fall Out Fracture

About

Fall Out Fracture’s debut EP, Anxiety is seething with aggression, contempt, fear, love, and disappointment all at the same time. Painted in textural layers ranging from sensual to psychosis, Anxiety gets under your skin and festers. In an instant it moves from lovestruck lunacy to foreboding lullabies about the last days.

Described as “a very natural sense of insanity” by fans, it’s a sadisticly visceral experience from the sociopathic “Pissing In The Gene Pool” through to the cynical and brooding “Surviving The End.”

Liner Notes

Written and recorded by Fall Out Fracture

Track List

01. Pissing in the Gene Pool
02. Suicide In Spring
03. Burn Layer
04. Papercut Shotgun
05. Surviving the End
06. Ghosts in the Cornfield
07. Bakolo

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The only thing that ever kept me creating under the name Fall Out Fracture all these years was the loyal believers that had amassed here on myspace – the ever vigilant Fall Out Cult.

But as the landscape of the internet and social media changes the masses continue to pour out of myspace like rats from a sinking ship. Myspace has increasingly made it more and more difficult for artists to truly connect with their fan base, and for potentially new fans to discover them.

In 2004 when Fall Out Fracture began and found it’s home here on myspace, it was amazing. People found the music, they listened, and even more amazing…they understood. They actually took the time to understand it.

Now myspace is just a vast empty city of forgotten art and lost souls. A rotting city full of the husks of multitudes of empty internet consciousness.

Not to mention life has become increasingly more complicated, and spare time very limited.

The vision, concepts, messages and metaphors I intended Fall Out Fracture never had the time to bloom. I believe now they were doomed from the start to wither in the underbrush without ever seeing the light of day.

The mantra I try to live my life by is just let go.

Well I’ve grown tired of hanging on.

For years the enigma of Fall Out Fracture carried itself into the hearts and minds of many people I will never even meet, much less know exist. It has been carried into dark and mysterious parts of the human psyche I could only wish to touch. Stickers have been sent all over the world. People I’ve never met, who didn’t know me, have recommended I check out Fall Out Fracture.

Fall Out Fracture has altered the courses of lives, it has burned bridges, it has opened doors. It has been both beautiful and cancerous, sensual, raw, and visceral. All the words people used to describe the music over the years, it really was.

An amazing singer and pianist whose name I never knew once said it was “a very real sense of insanity.”

Of all things, that was my favorite compliment. Of course.

Fall Out Fracture has been a movement of truth, of consciousness, self-awareness.

It has grown far larger than I alone will ever be, and no one has ever even heard what I truly intended it to be.

From the beginning, by myself, as an experimental recording project that became a vehicle to connect with those who were once close to me, into nine months of playing with truly gifted musicians and making the greatest art no one will ever remember, to the last four years of trials, tribulations, and a hundred albums worth of material that was never quite what I had in mind.

Fall Out Fracture was born, grew, and fall apart in the most difficult time of my life. It was a pain-reliever for my mind, my body, and my soul. It gave me hope, and it took away. It both saved me and killed me. It awakened a part of me I had forgotten, and for that I am most greatful.

It was the target of my artistic expression for the better part of the last decade. Huge amounts of wasted time and energy were poured into this beast. A lot was sacrificed. Things even I don’t completely understand.

And now it is dead.

181,449 profile views. 98,291 total song plays. 19,524 friends.

I am laying it to rest.

It has been amazing.

Thank you to all of you who believed in and supported Fall Out Fracture over the years.

Thank you to my Firefly who supports and endures every one of my crazy art obsessions and the neurosis that goes along with them.

Thank you to everyone who told a friend to listened.

Thank you to David Firth for letting me slice up his beautiful and disturbing short stop-motion film so long ago to make a video for “Pissing in the Gene Pool.”

Thank you to everyone who featured Fall Out Fracture in their internet radio shows, podcasts, blogs, vlogs, bulletins, and everything in between.

Thank you to WMSE for actually playing Fall Out Fracture on real radio – spreading it out into the airwaves over Milwaukee like a virus.

Thank you for Justin (who no longer books at The Rave) for inviting Fall Out Fracture to play the Rave Bar stage when most bands have to pay.

Thank you to everyone who slapped stickers all over the world. I’ll never forget the kid from Australia who was a Fall Out Fracture fan, and spotted an FOF sticker on a bench at a bus stop while vacationing somewhere here in the U.S. I think it was Brooklyn.

Thank you to all the lovely ladies who have covered their naughty bits with Fall Out Fracture stickers. It has always been my favorite form of advertising.

Thank you to everyone who ever called the cops about noise, including whichever one of my dumbass neighbors thought someone was getting killed so the cops had to search my apartment.

Thank you to all the other amazing artists I have had the good luck to encounter along the Fall Out Fracture journey.

And thank you to the musicians I have had the privilege of writing and performing with. There were moments jamming in that tiny room where I knew for sure something divine had brought us together. Whatever that reason was, I’m sure it was important and will be discovered one day.

I will never forget those times, from the year it took to write and record the Anxiety EP, to the first couple live jam sessions in the garage where I thought for sure we would fall through the floor, to the last time Fall Out Fracture ever played live, with everyone pissed off at each other for a laundry list of reasons that never should have mattered.

But most of all, the first time Ghosts in the Cornfield was ever played live, it was in mourning of my grandfather who got me interested in playing music, who bought me my first guitar when I was twelve years old, and who moved on without me ever playing a note for him.

During the rise and fall of Fall Out Fracture my life has been a rollercoaster of shit. And I’m sure it’s not over. The ups and downs, the goods and the bads never go away. But metamorphosis is at hand. I am certainly entering a strange new phase of my life.

And it is time to just let go.

I never quite finished anything with Fall Out Fracture because there were very few things I felt actually contributed to the evolution of the creature. It was a small window of what FOF was supposed to be.

In order to continue to create, I have learned to stop insisting things have to be one way. I have to let things create themselves. Let them be whatever it is they are going to be. There are many facets to my creative vision – most of which I have previously ignored or felt didn’t belong with my current projects.

My new goal is to make my current projects whatever I feel the need to create. No limits, no constraints. Let it be what it is.

Everything I create in the future, as well as the past, will always be found at the Mental Shed. All of my music projects will always be available to download free from Mental Shed Records, including the project where I am writing new as well as recycling some old but worthy ideas – Celebrity Murder Tour.

Once again, thank you to the Fall Out Cult, the amazing artists, and those I have created with.

It has been a strange and intense ride.

Charlie Hintz
March 9th, Twenty Ten
www.thementalshed.com