"Plain" CD/LP buy
Released November 2005. Our second CD/LP, 9 songs, recorded at Atlas Studios and MaximumMac Studios fall–spring 2004–2005. Relased on CD by Underground Communiqué Records in November 2005. Released on vinyl LP by Southkore Records in May 2006. Contains:
- Price of Buying
- Gatefold Mouths
- Order Guilt Python
- New Time
"Seize" CD/LP buy
Released September 2002. Our debut CD, 9 songs, recorded at Atlas Studios May-June 2002. Was released as an LP by Council Records in April 2004. Contains:
- Chupa Chumps
- Woodland Taco
- Flim-Flam Man
- Easy Target
- the Anti-Building
- Wo Shi Yi Ge Bing
- Backbone Made Out Of Wind
- Done Been Gone
These are full length, full quality mp3s. Download them. Listen to them. Share them with your friends. Burn CDs. If you like them, buy a record and/or come to our shows and support us.
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"Plain" CD/LP, Atlas Recording Studio, September 2004 - MaximumMac Studios Spring 2005buy
Notes: Recorded: basic tracks (guitar, bass & drums) recorded September 2004. Then the multitrack recording were transferred to hard drive and all overdubs (vocals and extra guitars, etc) were recorded at our home studio, MaximumMac Studios, over the next several months. Then the whole thing was mixed at MaximumMac. Atlas stuff Engineered by Matt Allison, and MaximumMac Studios by Douglas Ward. Produced by Fourth Rotor. Mastered by Douglas Ward at MaximumMac Studios.
- 01_Vacuum.mp3 | 2.4 Mb
- 02_Price_Of_Buying.mp3 | 3.3 Mb
- 03_Crater.mp3 | 3.1 Mb
- 04_Ills.mp3 | 3.02 Mb
- 05_Babysitter.mp3 | 2.73 Mb
- 06_Gatefold_Mouths.mp3 | 2.15 Mb
- 07_Foundations.mp3 | 2.91 Mb
- 08_Order_Guilt_Python.mp3 | 3.15 Mb
- 09_New_Time.mp3 | 4.53 Mb
"Seize" CD/LP, Atlas Recording Studio, May-July 2002 buy
Notes: Recorded: May–July (aprox. 2 weeks tracking, 1 week mixing), 2002 at Atlas Recording Studio. Engineered by Matt Allison. Produced by Fourth Rotor and Matt Allison. Mastered by Douglas Ward at MaximumMac Studios. 24-track Alesis HD24. Mixed down to a Macintosh Titanium PowerBook G4/Edirol UA-5 audio interface.
- 01_Chupa_Chumps.mp3 | 2.81 Mb
- 02_Hooks.mp3 | 3.32 Mb
- 03_Woodland_Taco.mp3 | 3.22 Mb
- 04_Flim_Flam_Man.mp3 | 6.99 Mb
- 05_Easy_Target.mp3 | 3.18 Mb
- 06_The_Anti_Building.mp3 | 6.82 Mb
- 07_Backbone_Made_Out_Of_Wind.mp3 | 2.76 Mb
- 08_Wo_Shi_Yi_Ge_Bing.mp3 | 4.11 Mb
- 09_Done_Been_Gone.mp3 | 2.65 Mb
LIVE, at De Groote Weiver squat, Krommenie, the Netherlands, New Years Eve, Jan 1st, 2005
Notes: Recorded off the sound board by Gary. Holy crap, Douglas is starting lose the voice. The guitar tone is stinky. The sound quality off the board is excellent.
- FR_Live_DeGrWvr_01_Gatefold_Mouths.mp3 | 4.31 Mb
- FR_Live_DeGrWvr_02_Vacuum.mp3 | 4.08 Mb
- FR_Live_DeGrWvr_03_Backbone_Made_Out_Of_Wind.mp3 | 3.9 Mb
- FR_Live_DeGrWvr_04_Easy_Target.mp3 | 4.06 Mb
- FR_Live_DeGrWvr_05_Hooks.mp3 | 4.6 Mb
- FR_Live_DeGrWvr_06_Chumpa_Chumps.mp3 | 4.4 Mb
- FR_Live_DeGrWvr_07_The_Anti_Building.mp3 | 8.51 Mb
- FR_Live_DeGrWvr_08_The_Price_of_Buying.mp3 | 3.28 Mb
- FR_Live_DeGrWvr_09_Ills.mp3 | 3.5 Mb
- FR_Live_DeGrWvr_10_Babysitter.mp3 | 3.08 Mb
- FR_Live_DeGrWvr_11_Woodland_Taco.mp3 | 4.43 Mb
- FR_Live_DeGrWvr_12_Foundations.mp3 | 3.26 Mb
- FR_Live_DeGrWvr_13_Crater.mp3 | 3.69 Mb
- FR_Live_DeGrWvr_14_Order_Guilt_and_a_Python.mp3 | 4.3 Mb
LIVE, WLUW Radio, Chicago, 88.7 FM, hosted by Mike Gibson, November 2002
Notes: We performed live on the radio. Sound quality is so-so.
- FR_LiveWLUW_01_Intro.mp3 | 0.8 Mb
- FR_LiveWLUW_02_Chupa_Chumps.mp3 | 4.15 Mb
- FR_LiveWLUW_03_Hooks.mp3 | 4.79 Mb
- FR_LiveWLUW_04_Woodland_Taco.mp3 | 4.93 Mb
- FR_LiveWLUW_05_Flim_Flam_Man.mp3 | 5.41 Mb
- FR_LiveWLUW_06_Easy_Target.mp3 | 4.76 Mb
- FR_LiveWLUW_07_The_Anti_Building.mp3 | 9.37 Mb
- FR_LiveWLUW_08_Backbone_Made_Out_of_Wind.mp3 | 3.66 Mb
- FR_LiveWLUW_09_Gatefold_Mouths.mp3 | 2.54 Mb
- FR_LiveWLUW_10_Wo_Shi_Yi_Ge_Bing.mp3 | 5.48 Mb
- FR_LiveWLUW_11_Done_Been_Gone.mp3 | 3.96 Mb
DEMO, Greg Norman's Recording Studio, March 2004
Notes: Recorded: March 7th, 2004 at Greg Norman's Recording Studio. Engineered by Greg Norman. Produced by Fourth Rotor. Mastered by Douglas Ward at MaximumMac Studios. 24-track 2" tape. Mixed down to a Macintosh PowerBook G4/Edirol UA-5 audio interface.
DEMO, Atlas Recording Studio, March 2002
Notes: Recorded: March 19th & 21st, 2002 at Atlas Recording Studio. Engineered by Matt Allison. Produced by Fourth Rotor. Mastered by Douglas Ward at MaximumMac Studios. 24-track Alesis HD24.
DEMO, Green Room, May 2001
Notes: Recorded: May 24th, 2001 at The Green Room. Engineered by Brett Meingasner. Produced by Fourth Rotor. Mastered by Douglas Ward at MaximumMac Studios. 24-track ADAT. Mixed down to DAT.
- FlimFlam_Man_Green_Room.mp3 | 3.9Mb
- Anti_Building_Green_Room.mp3 | 7.2Mb
- Hooks_Green_Room.mp3 | 3.3Mb
DEMO, Semaphore Recording Studios, May 2001
Notes: Recorded: May 2nd & 16th, 2001 at Chicago's Semaphore Recording Studios. Engineered by Elliot Dicks. Produced by Fourth Rotor. Mastered by Douglas Ward at MaximumMac Studios. 24-track analog 2" tape. Mixed down to DAT.
DEMO, ACME Recording Studios, April 2001
Notes: Recorded: April 16th, 2001 at Chicago's ACME Recording. Engineered by Jeremy Lemos. Produced by Fourth Rotor. Mastered by Douglas Ward at MaximumMac Studios. 24-track analog 2" tape. Mixed down to DAT.
All our lyrics, in alphabetical order.
The Anti-Building | Babysitter | Backbone Made Out of Wind | Chupa Chumps | Crater | Done Been Gone | Easy Target | Flim-Flam Man | Foundations | Gatefold Mouths | Hooks | Ills | Order, Guilt, Python | Price of Buying | Vacuum | Wo Shi Yi Ge Bing | Woodland Taco
Hey! the Building, Hey! What makes the building stay? The Anti-Building makes it stay. Hey! Papyr whiteish, flaccid, cut into little sheets, papyralysis ate it away. Hey! Triples, quadruples, thats nothing, mere childs play, the Anti-Building makes it stay. Hey! Hey! The Building, Hey! What makes the Building stay? The Anti-Building makes it stay. Room to room, from room to room. I went from, room to room, from room to room. (Two colossi). Room to room, from room to room. I went from, room to room, from room to room. (I am the Building).
(The lyrics for this were adapted from a book called Memoirs Found in a Bathtub by Polish author Stanislaw Lem. The word Papyr is a made up word that is just "paper", and the word "papyralysis" is another made up Lem word, in English, it's supposed to be a combo of "paper" and "paralysis")
first you wanna go, then you wanna cry or just make it up, the babysitter tries the first job is to lead, the second job's to hide the third nobody knows, the babysitter lies little cracks show up, on perfect sculpted pride hey warrior, when do you lay down when do you unclench, the muscle that's around that part of your mind, that screams at you all the time that tells you what you know, you've learned to ignore
Backbone Made Out of Wind
Let me slide, let me coast, when it comes to life and lies, you know I want the most. Tilt your head back, let the fear drip down, to the cell in your gut, that chokes your every sound. Filthy hands, the heart of a doll, plastic smiles, the morals of a dollar. One by one I watch them run to the first widow who just lost her son. Let me cheat, let me win, I got a backbone made out of wind. Tilt your head back, let the fear drip down, to the cell in your gut, that chokes your every sound. Filthy hands, the heart of a doll, plastic smiles, the morals of a dollar.
Suck on this suckers, slurp and gobble pride, take a nibble of trust and work, lick the dribble of honor off your chin — Who wins? Chupa chumps. A nickel not to be fickle, a dime for quality time, two cents gets you that clue — Who wins? Chupa chumps. Tropical cherry rage, guilty ego marmalade, watermelon, act your age — Who wins? Chupa chumps. Too much candy, and now youre sick. Chupa chumps, chupa chumps, chupa chumps.
You're always walking across the sky, without a care or reason why, you're fearless and when you get back, I want to know, I want to taste, this thing you call freedom... And for me, if I get up the guts to try, I first have to climb out, of this crater deep and wide & I can't climb it! I just start to slide, down the side, far from the edge, without a handful of freedom... and when you get back, I want to know, I want to taste, freedom
Done Been Gone
Rails Im driving down, steel in the ground, force straight ahead, lines cross again. Done been gone, been long time, done been gone. Time. Rails ripped apart, stopped before they start, split open wide, ribs touch the sky. Sky. Done been gone, been long time, done been gone, been long time. Time. Rails lost not found, dust in the ground, ribs torn apart, stopped before they start.
When I aim my words and fire, a broadside of denunciation, theres no hesitation my enemies are lies. And they seem so thin and frail but they have a thousand lives, and flex corded muscles of steel, with such a thin veil, a thin veil of concealment. (I wonder why theyre not such an easy target). Thin and frail. When I aim my words, my enemies are lies.
I can taste the sale, I can taste the end, I can taste bitterness when everything depends on being a flim-flam man. I need this one, I need to close, If I burn up make sure everybody knows I was a flim-flam man.
Create and create and pour and keep pouring, all your foundations can't hide in the cracks, a ripple through your plan stronger than all your foundations create and create mistake after mistake, and the engine keeps throwing up tools of false, there's no truth to any wall every bead of sweat represents, on your head a separate a separate chamber a separate doubt, a separate death create and create, and watch it all sink into the dirt, into...
I walk in, to face the din low clearance minds, and gatefold mouths And I think of those, who've come before who've used their minds, and worked their chore and their struggles fought, and all they've done and then I see, how they didn't make a DENT
Repeat, re repeat, rethink everything through. Redo rerun rewire, all returns are retired. Revenge is sweet, rethink every defeat. Redo rewrite time, recompile every line. Repeat, re repeat, rethink everything through. Redo remedy, but dont put your hooks in me. Repeat, re repeat, rethink everything through
As you relax, sit back & ride What kinda creme are you gonna buy? that you can spread and smooth and wipe, all over your face and thighs that your can work into the pores, that you can rub into the eyes As you accept things as they are, what sort of super-duper cleaning bar will dissolve the grime and dirt, break down the toughest stains with the scent of springtime rains As you waste every shred of time, where can you cram into a line & wait for the special deal, for the product to reveal that you were never ever ill
Order, Guilt, Python
Push it into place, puts you into line And You've got yours now baby, ... I'll get mine First it holds you back, Then it cuts you down You all been thinking, baby, "what is right?" Right? Right! First you push it down, Then it shoves right back It just keeps growing, baby, never showing slack When it holds your hand, And it trips you up what gets you thinking, baby, "that's enough" enough? First it holds you back, Then it cuts you down You all been thinking, baby, "what is right?" all been thinking "right", if you get a chance bring it back, think it right
Price of Buying
What can I get for this? What can I get for this? How much do I gotta buy to exist? The price of buying. The dollar sign of being alive. Sling it up tight and wrap it with your soul. Rifle through the stack, square the pile, push it back. On the flip side, junkie shoot up through your toes, one last stab at the promise from below When the heap's in line, trimmed just so, lock 'em down. What can I get for this? What can I get for this? How much do I gotta buy to exist? On the inside. Spot me a dime. The very last crime. Good buy bye.
the force that draws it in, and sucks away the grime is a product of the ratio of power and of size what's not filtered out, settles in the bag what's not too big, is cycled out and comes again if you make it small intensity & focus open it up wide not enough to notice
Wo Shi Yi Ge Bing
We're all surrounded, change from column to square, well I burn and sting, wo shi yi ge bing. But this aint no army, and it aint no fun, all I can do is sing, wo shi yi ge bing. Wheel to the right, double-time backwards march, I brought nothing to bring, wo shi yi ge bing. Counter march, by file left, taking enfilade fire, well I burn and sting, well I burn and sting, wo shi yi ge bing. ("wo shi yi ge bing" is Chinese for "I Am A Soldier")
Woodland taco, burning bright, one in my left hand, the other in my right. Boycott power fades, I cant think of the last time I thought I had it made. One man, one vote, bank note — does any penny make a dent at all? I gotta drive, I gotta feed, I gotta know, Am I the one they think is gonna breed? Woodland taco, burning bright, one in my left hand, the other in my right. Boycott power fades, I cant think of the last time I thought I had it made.