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by Nixon Tooth

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"Disjointed, awkward punker skronk by a two piece outta' Seattle with some really nutter vocals and a jangle-fuck of a gee-tar. Sorta' like a Black Lips brat packer take on the whole Lumpy St. Louis sideshow. At its best - like during "Things Death Taught Us" - it sounds like a Ron House project we've never known of, but Ron would have a built on a much stronger backbone. It's pretty pedestrian for starters - like baby's first band. I keep waiting for a solo or something to change up to differentiate one song from the next. It does creep up on me as it goes along and I find myself enjoying later tracks more. The bottom end gets a good reworking, thickening up like The Fall suffering a dangerous hiccup fit during the closer "Ya Me Canse". There's some creaky genius at play on this'n and things peak as the track sputters into a repeato-reverbed Eels-ish plod. Picking at the scab. It's all just too much, too often. If this joint was only the best two or three songs - even pressed up as an EP - it'd work in favor of both the band and listener. Sharply housed in a full color sleeve with painted insert and a lyric book." - Terminal Boredom

"This eight song collection jumps at you right from the start with a sonic kick in the groin. Nixon Tooth are a two-piece, with Mohammed Grout handling guitar and vocals. And what vocals they are. Grout sounds like Human Switchboard on acid with a side dish if Jonathan Richman. This is not to imply it's bad-anything but. In a world if sound alike, this combo stands out, especially as a two-piece. These guys are two left turns and a foxhole away from your usual White Stripes copycat bands. I can't put my finger on it exactly, but suffice to say it's an acoustic guitar being tortured with Grout's voice as the mouthpiece." - Cassette Gods

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released December 23, 2015

Mohammed Grout - Guitar & Vocals
Daniel Onufer - Drums & Bass

Recorded at Dabtone Studio 7/13/15
Mastered by, Geoff Traeger
Layout by, Daniel Onufer

Paintings by, S.S. Powell
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Track Name: Won't Let It
SO YOUR LOOKING AT ANOTHER FIELD
FILLED WITH SMOKE AND BONES
ANOTHER PLACE YOU COULD NEVER CALL HOME
YOUR MOVING UP TO THE CITY
LIKE THESE WHITE PEOPLE EVER
GONNA GIVE YOU THEIR DIGNITY
SWALLOW AND YOU MOAN
JUST REMEMBER YOUR FATHERS CURSED
YOU WILL ALWAYS BE A NIGGER
YOU'LL ALWAYS BE BOY
AND I WON’T LET IT

DRAG ME DOWN
TO THEIR PROMISED GROUND
WHERE THEY HANG YOU UPSIDE DOWN
AND ON YOUR SKULL
THEY BUILD THE SUN KINGDOM
ON A BROKEN CROWN
AND I WON’T LET IT

AIN’T SO YOUNG TRY AND SHOW MY RAGE
FOLLOW THE FIRST PERSON
SHOW ME EMMETT TILL’S FACE
LIKE YOUR DUMB SERMONS
EVER GONNA BRING
MALCOLM MARTIN MEDGAR EVERS
BACK FROM THE GRAVE
HOPE YOU CHOKE ON YOUR TONGUE
TRYING TO SPIT OUT THEIR NAMES
I WON’T LET ANYONE PUT ME IN A CAGE
OR PUT ME IN A GRAVE
I’M THE CANDLE COMING OUT OF THE CAVE
AND I WON’T LET IT
Track Name: Aleppo
WHEN I WAS YOUNG MY FATHER TOLD ME
SAID BOY THE ONLY WITNESS
WILL BE THE TREES
SMELL OF BLOOD AND SKIN AND CEDARS
BRING YOU RIGHT DOWN TO YOUR KNEES
THESE LANDS ONLY BIRTHRIGHT
IS DEATH AND DISEASE
AND I’VE BEEN SO FUCKING BORED

GO ON JOIN THE DEAD IN ALEPPO
MY LIFES NEVER HAD ANY WORTH
GO ON JOIN THE DEAD IN ALEPPO
I WILL ALWAYS LIVE IN CONSTANT WAR
GO ON JOIN THE DEAD IN ALEPPO
I’VE ALREADY SOLD MY SOUL
GO ON JOIN THE DEAD IN ALEPPO

DRAG ME RIGHT ON THROUGH THE STREETS
I’LL DO ANYTHING SO TIRED
OF LIVING IN NEED
ALL I WANT IS TO REPENT
GIVE ME A GUN I’LL DO IT ON MY FEET
HANGING ALL AROUND THE VOID
AND ALL JUST BECAUSE
I’VE BEEN SO FUCKING BORED
Track Name: Frozen Sun
I AIN’T NO MIDDLE CLASS BRAT
AND I AIN’T NO WORKING CLASS CLOG
I AIN’T GOT NO BARBED WIRE CROWN
I’M GOING BACK TO WHERE I CAME FROM
I’M GOING BACK TO THE FROZEN SUN

I AIN’T BURNING ANYMORE BRIDGES
I’M BURNING HOUSES AND CARS AND ROADS

FAILURE IS A CONSTANT COMPANION
LOSING BLOOD IS THE BEST FRIEND I GOT
I WAS BORN IN A WAR AND I THINK I’M GOING BACK
HOLDING A LIGHT IN A CAVERN
LOSING LIFE IN A TAVERN
I’M GOING BACK TO WHERE I CAME FROM
I’M GOING BACK TO THE FROZEN SUN
Track Name: Things Death Taught Us
I’VE BEEN LOOKING AT THE WORLD WITH TIRED EYES
IN BETWEEN THAT PLACE WHERE IN ORDER TO LIVE YOU ALSO MUST DIE
NOW I DON’T BELIEVE IN ANY KIND OF ETERNAL LIFE
AND IF GOD EXISTS WELL I’D RAISE A GUN RIGHT ON UP TO THE EMPTY SKY
SEND GOD RIGHT BACK TO WHERE HE BELONGS
SEND GOD BACK TO THE STARS
NOW THESE DAYS MY FRIENDS ARE TURNING MIGHTY STRANGE
ANYWAY THAT YOU LOOK AT IT LIFE'S JUST ANOTHER LOSING GAME
DEATH THEY SAY HE'S RIDING A BARE BONES HORSE
ACCOMPANIED BY AN ORDER OF TWELVE GOLDEN GHOSTS
FEAR THEY SAY HE STALKS THE LAND
AND THEN DEATH HE TOOK ME BY THE HAND
AND NOW I FINALLY UNDERSTAND
THAT HEEL DUG DEEP INTO OUR BACKS
IN THE END WE ALL MUST BE CRUSHED

A WISE OLD MAN ONCE TOLD ME
I AIN’T CRYING CAUSE I’M SAD OR ANGRY
I ONLY CRY CAUSE I’M SO OVERWHELMED AND HAPPY
SEE I REALLY WALKED THAT LINE WITH DEATH
WE BATTLED IT OUT BUT HE TOOK ME DOWN IN THE SECOND ROUND
BUT I WON’T GO SO EASILY DOWN TO THE POTTER'S GROUND
EVEN IF THE HOUSE IT WILL ALWAYS WIN
I STILL HOLD MY HEAD UP HIGH
CAUSE I ALWAYS DID THE BEST I CAN
AND I THINK THAT'S ALL THIS LIFE CAN EVER ASK

NOW I DON’T THINK THAT I’M SO TOUGH
YOU CRAWL AROUND IN THAT DIRT AND GRIME
YOUR CRACKLING BONES AND YOUR TWISTED SPINE
OUR TEETH WE LEAVE AS BEACONS TO OUR FORMER LIVES
COMING OUT OF THE DUST
COVERED BEER BARF PISS ROT AND THE MOUNTAIN OF BLOOD
YEAH I’D SAY WE’RE TOUGH ENOUGH
UNDERNEATH THE CONCRETE STREAM
THE GROANING SOUL OF YOUR RESTLESS FEET
PRAISE BE LAID TO THE MEN IN RAGS
GUARDIANS OF ANCIENT FLAME
MAY THE WIND ALWAYS KISS THE TONGUE THAT SPEAKS THEIR NAME
I DECLARED MYSELF A RULER OF THE VINE
IT'S BEAUTIFUL CREEPING UP THE BUILDING
ILLUMINATED BY THE SUNDOWN
Track Name: How I Got Over
MY NEW YEAR'S PLAN
TRYING TO BE AN HONEST MAN
SO HERE IT GOES
EVER SINCE I’VE BEEN SIX
LIVE IN MY OWN SHIT PISS VOMIT
HEARD IT ALL
DRUG ADDICT ALCOHOLIC
BUT FUCK WHAT YOU ALL HAVE TO SAY
STATISTICS I’VE BEEN READING
BY THE TIME I REACH 50
IN JAIL OR PUSHING UP DAISIES
SO WHY NOT JUST EXPLODE
BUT MY ONE TRUE HOPE
FALL IN LOVE
STAY IN THE SAME NEIGHBORHOOD
BUT EVERY YEAR I’M COMING BACK
TO THE SOUTH END
BATTERED BEATEN LORD KNOWS I’D BE DEAD
IF IT WEREN'T FOR MY ACHILLES HEEL
THAT LOVE
BUT DON’T Y’ALL GET IT TWISTED
STILL REVEL IN MY OWN BLOOD
AND FROM ASHES HEARTS AND TONGUES
EVERYONE I LAID EYES ON
BUILDING UP THAT MONUMENT
MY HEART MY DAGGER
I KNOW I WILL DEFEND IT
TILL THE STATE THEY COME AROUND AND BULLDOZE IT

ALL ACROSS THE CENTURIES
EVERYBODY GOING TO EXTREMES
HOLDING ON TO THE SAME OLD DREAMS
AND THEN THERE'S ME RISING UP FOR THE GOLDEN CUP
COME ON I'M JUST TRYING TO GET FUCKED UP
FALL INTO THE RHYTHM OF OBLIVION
AND MAYBE YOU’LL FALL IN LOVE WITH ME AGAIN
WE COULD BE NOSE TO SKIN
UNDER THE ARCHWAY
THE KITCHEN SINK MY BROKEN TEETH
UNDERNEATH THE SKIES BLACK GRIN
THE STARS ALL SHOOTING HEROIN
Track Name: Condos
EVERYDAY THAT I WAKE
I KNOW I’M ONE STEP CLOSER
MOVING BACK TO THE FUCKING SUBURBS
THERE WILL BE CONDOS ON TOP CONDOS
THE ONLY THING AFTER THE APOCALYPSE
WILL BE YUPPIES AND BUZZARDS
I’M SO SICK OF THE POLICE
AND THE ASSHOLES WHO RUN THIS CITY
TURN SEATTLE TO SOME NAZI ART PIECE
KEEP IT SEGREGATED LIKE THE 1950’S
WHEN I DROWN GONNA TAKE A FERRY DOWN
MY LEGACY IS YOUR BLOOD AND BONES
WASHING UP ON THE PUGET SOUND

CARRIED THE WATER BUT THE WELL RAN DRY
NOW I’M SITTING HERE GOT A GUN IN MOUTH
WAITING FOR THE BIRDS GIVE ME A SIGN
OR MAYBE A BREAK IN THE HORIZON LINE
ALL I KNOW NOW IS THAT GOD WON’T RETURN MY CALLS
I HOPE WHEN THE NEXT WORLD WAR HITS
EVERYBODY DIES
Track Name: Phil Ochs
LAST NIGHT I HAD A DREAM
PHIL OCHS AS REAL AS YOU
AND AS REAL AS I’D LIKE TO BE
WALKING RIGHT OUT OF HIS GRAVE
SAYING HEY HEY GOT ONE MORE SONG
THAT I WANT TO SING
SORRY ABOUT THE LAST APOCALYPSE
I SAY WE WAKE UP ALL THE DEAD
GIVE THEM OUR PARDON KISS

HEY PHIL OCHS
I JUST WANTED YOU TO KNOW
DID EVERYTHING I COULD
BUT WE STILL FIGHTING THE SAME OLD WARS
BUT I PROMISE WHERE I STAND
WITH THIS GUITAR WEIGHING LIKE A THOUSAND POUNDS
BURNING UP MY HANDS
I’LL KEEP SINGING MY LOVE SONGS
TO THIS FIELD OF CRIMSON GHOSTS
LOOKING UP TO THE SKY FOR ANSWERS
HA! JUST BLOOD POLLUTION AND SMOKE
HEY PHIL OCHS WE BOTH DO KNOW
THE NIGHT SKY IS THE ONLY FEELING’
OF FREEDOM PROPER

HEY PHIL OCHS
I JUST WANTED YOU TO KNOW
I REMEMBER VICTOR JARA
IN THE SANTIAGO STADIUM
I’LL HOLD UP THAT VENDETTA FOR OUR
BLESSED IGNOBLE DEAD
FROM AVI UP TO TRISTAN TZARA
J DILLA FREDDY GREY BRING IT BACK TO THE FATHER
MARIO SANTIAGO
MAY THE TRIBE OF PARRA
NEVER LAY DOWN ARMS TILL WE’RE IN GRAVE
BONES AND SWEAT WITH VIOLETA

HEY PHIL OCHS
I JUST WANTED YOU TO KNOW
REAL SORRY ABOUT THE SONGS SERIOUS TONE
SO I GUESS YOU END IT ALL WITH A COUPLE OF JOKES
LIKE:
WAR IS OVER IF YOU WANT IT
THATS WHY WE SEND OUR WEAPONS TO EL SALVADOR
HEY PHIL OCHS WAR IS OVER IF YOU WANT IT
THATS WHY BARACK OBAMA GOT DRONE STRIKES FOR
HEY PHIL OCHS WAR IS OVER IF YOU WANT IT
THATS WHAT WE GOT OUR HANDS HERE FOR
HEY PHIL OCHS
ON A SERIOUS NOTE
WAR IS OVER IF YOU WANT IT
THATS WHAT WE GOT OUR VOICES FOR
Track Name: Ya Me Canse'
SO YOU LOOKING DOWN THE ROAD
WONDERING WHERE YOUR MIND GOES
DIGGING FOR YOUR OWN BODY
BLOOD IN THE SHAPE OF ROSE
DON’T SPEND ALL YOUR MONEY
BUY YOUR PARENTS VOTE
SETTLE IT WITH A KISS
WE’RE BORN WITH NARCO GRIN
AND UP NORTH THE SAME OLE’ GOES
I MEAN, WHO WON’T THESE COPS KILL FOR?

YA ME CANSE'
YEAH I’M TIRED TOO
YOU BURN THAT SKIN JUST MAKE YOUR LOOT
GOT NO IDEA WHAT WE BEEN THROUGH
BUT I GOT SOME NEWS
NOT A BONE THAT COULD CONSTITUTE
I GOT NO FEAR OF YOU
YOU SAY THAT YOU'RE NOTHING BUT A GHOST
WELL I’LL GIVE YOU A BULLET
MAKE YOU A CORPSE
I’M GONNA BE YOUR LAST CHAUFFEUR
I’LL DRIVE YOUR HEARSE

FROM THE POLYTECHNIC DOWN TO THE D.F. BACK TO FERGUSON
ALL I’M SEEING IS RED