To commemorate the tenth anniversary of Coalesce's career-defining Functioning On Impatience, Second Nature has out together this limited-edition LP on a variety of colored vinyl and packaged inside of an eye-popping diecut jacket that has half of the ribcage from the album cover cut away to reveal the color vinyl underneath when it is all put together. This is a knockout edition of the record that Coalesce fans will bug out over. ALL ORDERS WILL GET COLORED VINYL AT RANDOM, we're not able to fulfill requests for specific colors .

Since their inception in 1994, Coalesce have been one of the most groundbreaking and influential hardcore/metal bands to come out of the 90's metal core flood, along with Starkweather, Botch, Converge, and Integrity. Coalesce's dizzying, brutal tuneage tossed conventional time sigs right out the fucking door and fused together Black Flag, death metal, Midwestern noise rock a la Jesus Lizard and Season To Risk with unorthodox rhythmic forms that owe more to jazz than metal or punk, and with Sean Ingram's bestial roar laid over the riotous riffage and pounding drumming they helped create the angular metal core sound that has been aped to death by a million bands over ever since. The originals are still the best though, and listening to their 1998 skullfuck Functioning On Impatience brings it all back for me. The record clocks in at just twenty minutes with just seven tracks, but it's generally considered to be the bands best. Opening with the a capella roar of "You Can't Kill Us All" that bursts forward into a churning assault of angular grooving riffage and off-time metallic pummel, the band then moves into the surreal sound collage of "Recurring Ache Of" where morose piano mixes with tape noise and garbled vocals. "A New Language" mashes Greg Ginn-esque guitar skronk with choppy, over-the-top brutal riffage, and "On Being A Bastard" leads a slithering sludge riff through squirming, back-and-forth squeegle. The record is packed to the gills with abrupt time changes and jagged, pulverizing riffs that stop and start suddenly, although as chaotic and crazed as Coalesce get, as close to the edge of completely exploding they seem to always be, the rhythm section weilds an iron-fisted control over the groove. That seems to be the concept that escapes so many of this new-jack d-bags who try to rob the Coalesce sound - the shit has gotta swing, and Coalesce swung the mightiest.

Ingram's lyrics for Coalesce have always leaned towards the inscrutable, and the words for Functioning are as cryptic as anything the man has given us, but they fit perfectly. This record pretty much kills on every level - the eerie artwork derived from old medical texts included - and this still stands as one of the most crucial slabs of 90's metal core yer ever going to want to hear.