Fit for an Autopsy Release the Thrashing Yet Melodic New Song ‘Pandora’
On Friday, Fit for an Autopsy shared the second single from their upcoming sixth studio album, Oh What the Future Holds, which will arrive in full in January 2022. The song is called "Pandora," and its unrelenting ferocity is tempered only by its underlying melody.
Not that Fit for an Autopsy fans would expect anything less from the longtime deathcore band that includes in-demand metal producer Will Putney and roadside good samaritan Patrick Sheridan among their guitarists. Vocalist Joseph Badolato, guitarist Timothy Howley, bassist Peter Blue Spinazola and drummer Josean Orta Martinez round out the group that will head out on an early 2022 tour with Enterprise Earth and others.
Watch the music video for "Pandora" — it appears to take its title from the Greek mythological figure rather than the music streaming service — down toward the bottom of this post, right after the lyrics for the track.
Fit for an Autopsy say, "This is one of our favorite new songs, as it touches on a lot of our influences all at once and represents a collective of our musical tastes. Lyrically, it describes the inevitable path to environmental destruction via the mechanisms we've permitted to control society. It's not an unfamiliar topic for FFAA, but an important one nonetheless and one we will continue to write about."
The video, directed by Max Moore, "paints this theme in a symbolic way, with the relationship between the characters acting as a parallel to our relationship with the earth," the band continues. "A world driven by extinction only ends in extinction. Thanks for listening."
Oh What The Future Holds is out Jan. 14. The album's lead single, "Far From Heaven," emerged last month.
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Fit for an Autopsy, "Pandora" Lyrics
Open Pandora, open Pandora
Violent twitching towards the closing void
Through a maze of tortured pines
Where life withers as one
Broken kin, broken kind
All who tread through the oil-soaked sea
Deserve the fate of the sinking sky
Our time here is not long
Broken kin, broken kind
Hide your hells in the dirt
Where the dead define you
Hide your hells here on earth
Where death will find you
The curse of coercion
Two sides of a horrid mask
Loyalists to the falsest flags
Wet work on the wasteland
White washing the rubble
It's never 'too many graves'
It's always 'not enough shovels'
Stand in the eye of the storm
All is calm but then comes the killing
Too many graves
Not enough shovels
It's never "too many graves"
It's always "not enough shovels"
In smokestack sermons
True call to nature
The mortal burden
The mother sleeps
In the blood of the future
The dead define you
Now death will find you
A world driven by extinction
Only ends in extinction