Lost in The Sound of Separation

Lost in the Sound of Separation is the sixth album by Underoath. The album was released on August 30, 2008 in some markets, September 2, 2008 in the United States, and as late as September 19, 2008 in Italy. The album title is taken from a line of the lyrics of "We Are the Involuntary". In an interview with MTV News about the effort, the band stated it featured 11 songs that total around 42 minutes. It is the band's last release with founding member and drummer, Aaron Gillespie.

The album was nominated for a Grammy Award at the 52nd Grammy Awards for "Best Boxed or Special Limited Edition Package". Prior to the album's release it was said to be a lot "heavier" and "darker" than Underoath's previous album Define the Great Line. A handful of people from MTV were the first to listen to several of the songs off the album, saying afterward that "The songs were anthemic, feedback-filled numbers that build slowly to their thunderous, ear-splitting crescendos."

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