Death By Audio was a warehouse space on the first floor of an industrial building in the Williamsburg neighborhood of Brooklyn, New York. It also shared the name of an effects pedal company that was based in the space.
The warehouse operated primarily as a work space for artists and musicians, but also functioned as a recording studio, effects pedal factory, as well as an art and music venue, which received generally positive reviews from critics.
The warehouse took its name from the boutique effects pedal company, Death By Audio.
Founded in 2002 by Oliver Ackermann, Death By Audio effects is a small handmade effects pedal company, providing effect pedals for bands such as Lightning Bolt, Wilco, Nine Inch Nails and U2.
Starting in the spring of 2007 part of the space had been used as a venue for underground music and art events. Artists such as Ty Segall, Dirty Projectors, Growing, Tony Conrad, Thurston Moore, R. Stevie Moore, Thee Oh Sees, Zach Hill, Paint It Black (band), Future Islands, Black Pus, Pissed Jeans, JEFF the Brotherhood, Hammerhead (band), Frank Sidebottom and Dan Deacon have performed at Death By Audio. The venue was run by Jason Amos and Matt Conboy.
Run through the hills screaming murder, can’t escape what you can’t see.
We live in murderous times, run through that house with a vengeance,
You know what they get, consequence was the last thing on my mind.
Cause you will pay, with your lives, you’ll fucking die. Die.
Keep running your mouth cause you will pay, vengeance is mine.
Cause I’m shutting you down, yeah you will pay, vengeance is mine.
Run through that house with a vengeance, you hold no regrets.
Consequence was the last thing on my mind, cause you will pay, with your lives
You’ll fucking die. Die. Keep running your mouth, cause you will pay.
Vengeance is mine, I’m shutting you down, yeah you will pay, vengeance is mine.
You better watch out, cause I’m calling you out and knocking you out.
In this moment, the life slips from you and I can’t figure out just what we both fight for.
I tear out your heart and I throw it away, you lean the hard way when you’re
Smashed into pieces and spread out all over the floor. Murderer, you murderer.
Don’t look back cause I’ll smack you down these are the murderous times.
Don’t look back, to me.
In this moment, the life slips from you and I can’t figure out just what we both fight for.
I tear out your heart, crush it and throw it away, you lean the hard way when you’re