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Conflict
04:39
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I wanna picket at your magazine
I wanna fiddle with your policies
I wanna sit and pick my nose at home
I want a tipple and a fag and a moan
I wanna criticise your whole regime
I wanna pin it down to ideology
I wanna edit my reality
I wanna design and refine my beliefs
I wanna crippling anxiety
I wanna video conspiracy
I wanna stick it to authority
I want an MEP to subjugate me
I wanna rid the world of its disease
I wanna pedal-power it with piety
I wanna debit the society
I wanna align space and time and gravity
I want my own homegrown gene-splicer
Specialist future technical advisor
I want my own homegrown gene-splicer
Gene-splicer, gene-splicer
I want my own homegrown gene-splicer
Special future technical advisor
I want my own homegrown gene-splicer
I wanna fix the attitude
But I’m conflicted, and probably confused
Now I’m not being rude
I wanna patent my identity
I wanna cum in your commodity
I wanna choke it on a broken bone
I wanna start up in an eco-zone
I wanna be an MRI machine
I wanna simulation for my enemies
I wanna fetter all the currency
I wanna abolish inequality
I wanna proselytise a colony
I wanna topple a democracy
I wanna cannibalise a menagerie
Transmogrification, a shapeshifter,
Alienating the patient, sedating the shameless
Waking crustaceous mammalian placatesrs, chemical shaman on cayman castration serating their canines for capital gains
I want my own piss-poor foundations
Action mobile Capsicum contagion
I want my own identity mistaken
What?! That’s my face
Tacit lack of function
And I’m spontaneous combustion
Fucking asinine
I torrent tawdry toilet turmoil
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2. |
Plup
04:02
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Split that scene
Collapser
Straight thinking
A disaster
Anything
To relax ya
I pour out
On a rafter
Receding
The Saturation
I’m Senseless
And socialising
Killing it
But politely
Big stack of swaps
And I’m swiping the shiny
Corrupting torso machine
Tethering the elegance
A filament of excellence
Slip this in
Polava
Disgraceful
I’m the master
Pillow eyes
And cheeky reds
Debacle
Sticky bed
I’ll see you where the grease meets the key
Shovel it in
Embodying the elements
Are you calling me facile?
Always shudder at the thought advancing
Boy got a clause, applauseless
It was a sediment incarnate
Shame on me
I’m carnal
Its fists in
Animal
Pillow eyes
And cheeky reds
Miasma
Pickled friend
And when I looked at her face through the fire
I could have sworn in a glimpse the meaning,
Troubling this thing
I wouldn’t ever doubt it though
Embodying the elements
Are you calling me facile?
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3. |
The Sesh
04:45
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Polemics Bristol, UK
Polemics play loud, gnarly progressive rock with a splash of hard-pop thrown in. The elements of hardcore and angry vocals are matched with clever songwriting, chunky riffs and a pop sensibility that evokes Blur on PCP. They are naming Shellac and The Jesus Lizard as big influences whereas blogs and fans are calling comparisons with IDLES, Fugazi and Primus. ... more
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