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Grotesque *Vinyl*

by TrashAxis

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    First album in three years pressed to black 130-gram vinyl.
    Limited to 500.

    Includes unlimited streaming of Grotesque *Vinyl* via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more.
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Hand in hand Twenty toes in the sand Unafraid naked and brave Welkcoming the beckoning waves Trampling wash Succumbing to the toss Submerssive somersaults Underwater echoes call Exhausted and enthralled Surfacing we stumble and fall Upon Brooklyn shores Hair tangled bodies sore Bus to boston, train to concord Walk through dense wood with no clothes on The moss guiding My tracks fit inside my friends footprints those who werew there before me peering through leaves what sthat you see ponds just up ahead my kid sister does a backflip off a boulder into the water she swims with mllards just like her father get you out of beds and teachyou to walk again because I belong to you because you arte my friend and out of reverence for our love for each other I feel the urge always to submerge my body in water my life in the lives of others just kbnow when you go in my heart we’re always together
Waves crashing Old people singing from the bottom of their bellies Silence Womyn operating jackhammers A sloth dying landing falling in its own filth An SUV rotting on the side of the road Onion frying in a pan of old fulfilled stone Organ music written three hundred years ago Rocksteady Death Metal Klesmer Drums pounding Eagles catching fish The past grinding up Steel hittin steel Stone crushin stone Buildings falling Factories stopping Freeways stopping we’re stopping U.S. stopping U.S. stopping Can you hear it? Can you hear it?
Trash Island 02:20
Garbage man garbage man Whats with all that garbage Don’t you know theres food in there and children out there starving Master trained a ghood dog ill abide this Madness no longer bite the roogs that steal from master Chase them to their steel wheeled monster To my siurprise master calls me a bad dog Sends me with some ugly fucks in white Stone faces betray their intentions Strapped to a tablke the needle slipping in now Over burning horizons they rise Born on the frontier of our madness And fed on our lies Mark of the wolf You fuck with this pack you might get mistook For a meal, hating man. Only there to poison and steal and destroy whatever he can Your ignorant wasteful behavior is the problem Prolonging pretending we’re going to solve them Corporate greed trumps planet’s need Fuck Mark Eickel Shitting all over our mother Unable to build or discover Bite that hand feeds Master master we’re strong on your trash We’ll find you tonight and we’re killing your ass Youll end up like Carnegie Feeding earth’s worms Fuck with our mom You are only waiting your turn
Single grey alien seeks fleshy primate Beady black eyes finds hairy prime mate Greater ape craving a date Andromeda alien finding escape Dark almond eyes A cozy figure Melted egg receives The slimy seeds of ruin So, we’re the bastard children of that lustful dusk Harmony in the jungle became solace in the swamps The saline visitor, moved on Iodine eyes, never seen again With a webbed phalange Finger kissed the philtrum For the first time Our species shed a salty tear A mixed monkey waded in oceanic fen Two million years swimming in mraz Controlling the breath subcutaneous the fat Crustaceous feast for the neo-beast The spell spread of bipedal dread Across Africa roamed hungry hominid A larynx descended a nose hooded Spleen kidney consolidation Enter our evil offspring Aquatic Alien Ape Unfold the dark history of our wretched fate of hate
Look at me . What do you see? A host ripe for the spawn of your disease? Say you love me. I know the truth. You want to fill my womb with rotting fruit, to use my blood for the demon seed gestation, and propagate and a brain-dead population. Call it a crime- my body's liberation. I charge you with aggravated procreation. No father, no bishop, no preacher, no priest. Keep your rosaries out of my ovaries. I'm not a virgin. I'm not a martyr. I'm not you 're wife, can't make me a mother. You may try-may think you're succeeding, but I brew tea that stops the breeding. If the filth pustulates, I have a plan. I'll rip it out with my own two hands demon seed, in me demon seed, in me
Ugly Virus 01:08
Tread Barefoot through the glass and dirt Share sweet sweaty hugs Eyes bloodshot and bulging Bones break into smiles And the dust rises Standing on its shoulders Hills and houses On the horizon The star follows its path behind A man collapses in the street And the blood flows Show me your plants To breath and burn Show me broken shoes To walk your slimy streets Show me moldy bread To fill our gullets Wipe off the fruit and feed Slice the rotten from the healthy Pulp and juices unite over flame Travel slaked the way the thirsty came And the travelers sing... Ugliness. Ugliness. garbageman, garbageman whats with all that garbage dont you know there's food in there and children out there starving garbageman garbageman
Poop Bomb 01:03
When you go on facebook all i see disgusting that because we were there left our mark we poop everywhere the interweb is filling up with shit youtube, e-bay, all of it i dropped a bomb on the internet if you wanna visit your site thats too bad because as time goes by poop fills up every single word the infection is spreading its too late to save it once we wipe the world wide web then we can once again wake up and weep
Im hungry and I need a snack Go quietly dressed in black Ill let you borrow my headlamp Ride into the night huddle in cars or on our bikes With donuts on our minds And bagels Grab friends along the way Got our lights and gloves and crates Our hunger set to sate Food on the table The food stamps have run dry Tire dof waiting in line Eating is a right Ready and able Found a dumpster hid ERnchanting glow from beneath the lid Our mouths they watered The lock it shattered One at a time we climbed into the grime Veggies vinyls booze and books All the best refuse wherever we looked We gave and we took So much loveliness This is dirty bliss How can I resist Dancing on the piles Trash for miles and miles Redeeming what you deem vile Throw it all away Funny how your waste saves and fills up all our plates Cops roll up in cruisers To take our booty of litter But we wont surrender the scraps we have rendered this joyful host a revolution’s compost Seeking refuge we joined hands and pulled each other in No sooner had we gathered there the walls started caving in Falling through a deep abyss, at first we were afraid But in the dark we closed our eyes and let our hands find a way Sliding through filthy tunnels out bodies ricochet Running short of breath I don’t think we can escape But look behold there is a light That shines inside this man made cave The sun shines so bright You squint your eyes to see before your eyes their lies Treasure endlessly hypnotize inside the warmth of the air and sea Those big clouds and our troubles have burned away And all we do now is eat and sleep and play And wonder just how we lived any other way The ground seeps as flies buzz around your face Sallow cheeks turn grey Nothing left to eat my insides ache supplies decayed The soil reeks and there is no shade Cannot salvage the waste The air burns and the sky rains ash Eyes sting teeth gnash It wasn’t until a our guts were hollow Thjat our minds could be filled with the sound Of our own mothers voice and this is what she had to say You have made your own choice Yes you have made a grave mustake\ You must give as much as you take Throught he soil your fingers will rake In order to reap you most sow In order to live you most grow Now go share what you know This admonishment fell us to our knees We wept until the soil was wet And after we had dried our eyes We fed the earth with our own sweat Finally those clouds came back Waste not want not


Pressed only to 12" vinyl due out Fall 2013.
The physical copy has extra music and higher sonic fidelity.


released October 31, 2013

Produced and designed by TrashAxis

Anna M.L.I.S. - Vocals
Adam Wollach - Guitar / Vocals
Michael Uribe - Keys / Glockenspiel
Azra Bibanovic - Saxophone
Bobby Beats - Drums
Chad Pelsang - Bass
Forest Borie - Accordion

Mixed by Adam Wollach

Engineered by Adam Wollach at Audio Design
Additional engineering by Jordan Andreen
Additional recording at Johanson Audio

Mastered at Enormous Door by Jack Control

All songs written by TrashAxis
except Insight by The Dead Kennedys


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