One line on “Platinum” cries, “Repent so that all’s forgiven,” but . . .
The song also finds the singer drawn to a woman on a downward spiral. Rage and angst flow on nearly every track. On “Fetisha” a man speaks of “raping you all with a stick” and proclaims, “I’ve come to kill all of you.” The band rejects religious people, calling them “social enemies” on the song of the same title. A disturbed lover reminds his partner of “dirty things” they’d discussed, saying, “Don’t you know I hate you so?” (“Stitches”). Numerous f-words sully the lyrics. On “Dizzy,” the singer berates a girl, calling her a “f—ing mess . . . just another pretty face in a roomful of whores.” He mockingly adopts the voice of parental authority (“Pantomime”), wants to be someone’s “dirty dream designer”(“Gender”) and repeats, “[I could] watch you kill for me”(“All the Same”). The abusive “Fiend” aggravates an individual’s already low self-esteem. Grinding, nihilistic trash.
If you took the raw musical style of Marilyn Manson and added the hopeless lyrics of Kurt Cobain, you’d arrive at the self-proclaimed “death pop” of Orgy. “It’s all five-in-the-morning, p—ed off, fighting-with-each-other, kill-each-other kinda stuff,” says guitarist Ryan Shuck. “Our songs are all just slightly deranged.” That and the band’s name are all parents need to know.