About: Around 2011. I’d owned the house for about 4 years now and felt totally trapped. I didn’t like the place, not because there was anything wrong with it but after 4 years I’d filled it with so many bad memories it was a bad place to come to. I hadn’t lived anywhere for that long since the house I grew up in. So this paranoid, alcoholic, self loathing nightmare of a record is what came out of that period. I had all the time in the world so I took it in the writing and playing of this album, the first one on every track of which I played actual drums w more than one mic. Which is why the rhythms are off most of the time.

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Tracks:

1. Clean
2. Parasite
3. A River of Whiskey
4. Utter
5. The Place where God does not exist

Lyrics:

Clean — This house is clean there was life growing in the corridors so I invented a jelly crispy edges but it’s really just a paste I devised to imitate the fineness of right angles This house is clean a life that is not my own is a clog and I will snuff it out with jelly crispy edges

Parasite – You ungrateful cunt I fight off hordes of invaders you tell me that I’m weak bathe you in the finest whiskey you kick me when I sleep You whiney little shit You rub dirt in my ulcers get blood on the sheets

A River of Whiskey – is not a good place to be you have to stay wet just to be able to breathe and the worst part yet is you have to beg the living to fish you out ‘we’d all love to swim but what character flaw brought you down here?’

Utter – They demand that you utter something they demand that you open wide it’ll make them feel as though they’re not alone open so they can best be assured that what’s inside is benign to them it’ll make you feel as though you’re not alone to feel you out because it makes us afraid

The place where God does not exist – 80 years of images on screens to kill the time 80 years of making up for other people’s crimes 80 years of polishing your rifle boots and knives 80 years of holding back the screams for other times 80 years your absence is made known 10,000 times