Oh Sees – Face Stabber CD Online now

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 f*** 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 caved-in 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. Or 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.