Brigador Killers OST - The Bull (Makeup and Vanity Set)

The Bull Composed by Makeup And Vanity Set
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[mellonbread]

Dennis purchased a cup of affogato from the JUST ICE vendor and walked, carefully spooning the gelato into his mouth, wary of backsplash from pieces that fell off the tiny spoon. There was one cloud in the sky and he wished it would occlude the sun, because his hands were full and he couldn't take off his jacket without putting his ice cream down. Which would have required him to awkwardly balance the cup on the boardwalk railing, or set it down on the ground, and he didn't want to do that. The wind might knock it over.

The tac rig came through the glass wall of the Companolo outlet. It burst out through the smiling dog's head and hit the boardwalk running. There was a long machine gun in its hands and before it hit the ground it was already firing. There were no appendages in that suit, Dennis knew by looking at it. A torso and a head suspended by powered armor, mechanical legs thrashing inhumanly, robot arms bouncing at the shoulders so the elbows and hands stayed perfectly level, holding the stream of bright colored tracers on the NOSPOL plainclothesmen exiting the DEALSLAVE. In a moment it was on top of them, then over them, turning briefly at the waist to hose down a straggler without stopping.

Faber wasn't far behind. They piled out of the prowler like spiderlings from an egg sac crushed under your thumb, wrapped in armored swaddling. The flinch reaction was well beaten out of them and they didn't cower under the hail of 8mm FMJ, counting on their rigs to protect them as they lined up their shots.

The van behind them exploded. Their suits did not protect them against that. The armored phocomelus catapulted him(?)self over the edge of the boardwalk, down to the beach below. Dennis wished he had a gun, or some other way to participate.

Then he stopped wishing for that, disappointed with himself. Nothing he could do would improve this already perfect moment of catharsis.

[onanthebarbarian]

The NosPol regional ComCent was already packed when Ivan shouldered his way in, a haze of cigarette smoke clinging to the ceiling, intermingling in the atmosphere with the sickly bitter mix of luke warm coffee substitute and the corpo-courtesy OMGAWAKE brand energy drinks. Someone proffered him a smoke, Smooth-Eaze, not his brand. But everything about the place told him he needed it.
Real time drone footage was being piped to the big screen that kept the entire room enraptured, save for muffled curses and empty speculation. It looked like one of the entertainment districts, though he couldn't immediately name which. The pillars of smoke rising from ruined buildings convinced him to let the nicotine work his system. That was certainly a reason to call up every uniform in Mar Nosso.
The machine burst from what had moments previously been a storefront, firing economic bursts from a top-mounted old world machine gun. A weathered olive drab monster had come to their paradise world, slabs of armor on squat, durable legs. Coms officers in the center of the room were frantically trying to arrange the armed response units into something resembling a kill zone, but the monster moved with a speed his hunter-gatherer brain told him it shouldn't be capable of, torso wheeling around to train on a flanking APC. It splattered like overripe fruit with a shot of its cannon.
With detachment Ivan noted one of the forms crawling away from the broken, burning hulk, leaving a trail and falling still before the footage moved on in pursuit of the mech. He took another drag.
"That pilot has been to war, " an anonymous voice next to him noted with a wince.
That's what made it fall into place for Ivan. The machine looked different in motion, taking on an organic quality belying its square bulk, legs stomping rhythmically, torso scanning for targets. It was one for one a representation of a model that sat among many on his desk, obtained from an illegal printer file. The memory of an even more illegal data sheet he'd scanned before deleting it in fear and guilt made him shudder. Most had been destroyed in a futile resistance against the corporations, but even hardened Spacer mercenaries had trouble cracking it. This had to be one of the very last still in fighting form.
They weren't equipped to handle this.
"Touro, " he whispered to himself.

[kdawg]

Make up and vanity set only turn out bangers, god damn

[Hariarmannaz]

What a lovely track to question several decisions in life to, all whilst desperately keeping up suppressive fire with severely low-ammo Bonesaws, in a definitely non-regulations and frantically backwards moving Mog. Oh don't give me that look, we all knew what we were in for, when we took on the contract.

[RadicalEdward]

This song goes so hard! I’m adding this to my Brigador/FPS music playlist!

[bunkaaa]

YES!
This is absolutely the hardest track in any video game OST.

[bloodasp]

While definitely a different feel from the Brigador 1 soundtrack I vibe with this. 10/10 amazing stuff.

[Indigo_Gaming]

Oh, you're making a video game adaptation of this album? Swell!

[BlindiRL]

So uhh y'all will let me know when this will be on vinyl yeah?

[Jetbat]

This song slapped the shit out of me personally

[VaultTecCitizens]

Another rainy night, another contract, another morning of hosing off shreds of yellow raincoats off my mech's legs.

[commandertorres]

We just finished blowing some suits pretty little body out of existence when Security walked in. I don’t know who the fuck tipped them off but we barely got out of the neighborhood before they could blow our lil van to pieces. It would’ve been the end of it… except we were being tailed by a Buckmaster. Do you have any idea how fast a Buckmaster can go without a heavy gun weighing it down? It’s horrifying. It was like being chased by a giant metal dinosaur with spinning barrels of lead spitting death.

I don’t know how we lost it in the city but I did remember that I lost a good chunk of the van and the new guys blood coated the entire back of the van.

[PaganPilot]

The "Bull" is what Im naming my Touro while going full stride down Mar Nosso beaches. Covered in Dennis' blood and all.

[Matt-dcyq]

damn this is my most anticipated sequel game of all time. Had incredible experiences with the first game, absolutely synergized with gameplay and music, you guys are really good at combining soundtracks with gameplay 🎉

[EdTheDragonSlayer]

"You can't weaponize a food stand!"

"Haha tuk tuk goes

Real JUSTICE vibes from that second half, ngl. Very impressive. Keep it up

[mohamadalikoteich]

Getting some real Madness Combat vibes from this track…Can’t wait for the rest of ‘em

[vattmann]

For some reason this makes me think the soundtracks of classic John Woo Hong Kong Blood opera films :)

[Tektikeclub]

This track feels so empty now without the public transport talks and the discussion of nihilism in the brigador universe

[nikital.]

I can already tell the boundless potential this track has for memecraft.
Shenanigans will, undoubtedly, ensue.