Comes in a standard jewel case with full artwork done by Brian Platter of Six Shot Studios. This is an extremely short run, and will not be reprinted! NOTE: I am experiencing a slight production delay, and these will be shipping out about a week later. I apologize for any inconvenience.
Includes unlimited streaming of Misnomer
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Our patient likens his experiences to working in an office building, making copies all day. Copies of copies of copies. He is torn by the fact that it is the only thing that seems to get any results. He cannot handle the endless stream of repetition and empty monotony. Our patient fears he will one day grow sick of the copies, and lose his mind.
lyrics
One, two, three
Oh, oh, oh hey there friends, we've been here before, five, six,
I've wrote these songs again, in dupli-- no triplicate.
In triplicate, in triplicate, in triplicate.
I need copies, like… 2003.. A S A P.
Stamped, signed and sealed, and finally delivered.
Now what can we do but wait?
File, collate, hole-punch, staple?
Endless, cyclic motions.
We see nothing but repeats.
Endless, cyclic motions?
Trapped inside this cubicle, no view but this 8x8 cell.
So, climb climb down into this whole that you helped me dig,
Don't be a twat, please, come keep me company!
No more copies! Please, something I haven't seen?
Breaking down these walls?
I think not..
Printing the same shit on different colored paper isn't fooling anyone.
So... stop the presses.
I can't tell you how sick of this shit I am. I am? I am so done.
Cut it out, quit it, be different.
Do it, distance, fix this, and roll it out.
I don't know why, I don't know why, I don't wanna know why
We're stuck in this mediocrity.
I don't know why someone won't break out and do something interesting.
Don't get me wrong.. you can count on me, no matter what, when you need a hand.
Won't turn my back, cover shifts, tell friends
I just need something new to ride in on this caravan.
Inorganic, out of place, and unnatural arrangements. Alien abductions. Being chased. The 1920s, 50s, and 80s. Narrow
hallways. Frenetics. Mood Swings. Skepticism. Cynicism. Solipsism. Pretentiousness, Raindrops on roses, whiskers on kittens, bright copper kettles and warm woolen mittens. Hives. It doesnt stop. It never. Stops. Constant fear. An onslaught of phobic phenomena....more
Quite possibly the most full-on album I've ever listened to. Intense, and then some. 'Digital Tarpit' could describe both the track and the whole album: high-pitched guitar squeals that make your fillings itch coupled with merciless, suffocating heaviness. The Avenell-esque vocals top it off perfectly.
Brilliant - punishing, but brilliant. jim_fuego