Oh Sees (Thee Oh Sees) Face Stabber Colored Vinyl Edition

Limited indie only pressing on colored vinyl incl. poster! Hey there, human kids, lift your face out of the feed trough and pluck
that feculence from your ears. Hark! A sonar blip from beneath the pile
of bodies—the latest Oh Sees, Face Stabber! Boop, blip, ughhh….
people churning like a boiling swamp. Man, this din is nauseating.
The screen flickers for the first time this year with a transmission from
two months in the future: “the internet has deemed guitar music dead
and you are free to do whatever the fuck you like ….long live the new
flesh!”
This album is Soundcloud hip-hop reversed, a far flung nemesis
of contemporary country and flaccid algorithmic pop-barf. No songs
about money or love are floating in the ether. Just memories, echoes,
foggy blurs, blip-blop goes the scope, heavy funk, dystopia-punk
canons, long jams, bloated solos dribbling down your cavedin
chest. Human cattle like a beef avalanche, right on your burned
out face hole. Spider-legs fuzz crawling in your brain. Lots of curse
words for your mom. You’ve gotten the over-population blues, so
let’s have some art for art’s sake. What else are you gonna do? Stare
at the sky? Please…fifty carbon copies of you look back at you as you
walk the streets. Take a breath, you’re going to need it. Take drugs,
you’re going to need those just to stand in line at the air and water
reclamation center soon enough. There’s no fruit, buddy. You’re at the
bleak-peak. They will squeeze you till you’re all squeezed out.
For fans of fried prog burn-out, squished old-school drool,
double drums, lead weight bass, wizard keys (now with poison),
old-ass guitar and horrible words with daft meanings. If you don’t
like it then don’t listen, bub. Back to the comments section with you!
Easy—over and out.