Music
The album features a notably heavier sound than their previous album, with a more "aggressive, destructive, and power" sound. Drummer Ryo comments that during touring, the band felt as if "there was something missing in our songs", and the band "wanted to make our songs a little bit harder with an "edge." The band collaborated on "Patchwork", "Stupid" and "Crazy-Flag" with label-mates Tatsurou and Miya of Mucc, and with Miya as the co-producer for the album.
Composition on Girugamesh is fairly consistent with other albums, with the lyrics being written by vocalist Satoshi, and most of the music being written by drummer Ryo, with minimal music composed by Nii and Shuu. The lyrics in the album are often about controversial subjects such as war and hatred. The lyricist, Satoshi, has stated that his lyrics were often written on tour and the "main inspirations are from situations and human relationships me". The music, being mainly composed by Ryo, was often produced when "sit around at home playing piano, guitar or programming some drum sequences," and the intention was to "make the songs shorter and more efficient" with the heavy sound.
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