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A Wide Range of Perversions in Explicit Detail

by Monaural

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Charles Kieser
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Here They Come! Clickety-Clack, Down the Track! 03:27
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I’m back again The world just came and went Full of sixes and of sevens Life’s so damn relentless And I feel the bitter sting So I stay to which I cling To, I guess we’re here to stay We’re all dead anyway. And I’m just another weary Murry Making music forever for myself I guess recognition comes at no big hurry But the future’s so illegible that I can’t tell When I’ll make it right. I strum a guitar I look at long-dead stars I guess we’re here to play We’re all fucked anyway. And I’m just another loony Brian Acid transfiguration but I’m edge on that front I don’t spend my days a-mopin’ and a-cryin’ They say to live in here I have to think I’m tough I can’t put up a fight. They say I can’t play and sing They say I will never be my own thing They drive me up the wall They claim that I will only fall But I’m too Capra-fried on that I’ll find a way to pay it back They claim that I am late They say that I missed the date So what if I missed the line I do my thing when it feels right I’m held back by the pain I’m held back by the gains I sing, I shoulder the weight And I put the load right on me And I’m neither weary nor a loony I make music for me and me only Not like the others will take a gander I can’t tell if I pander But I’m also Murry and I’m also Brian I’ve hurt people and yet I’m myself hurt Playing meep-morp ‘til the sun it rises Service at your pleasure at the barn-like church.
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Tacky Souvenirs of Pre-Revolutionary Shadow Moses 03:35
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I heard you drove by my parents' house again last Thursday night I haven't lived there for a year or so now in case you haven't heard And I don't have your number saved in my phone so every time you text me I think you're someone I don't know and then things get real creepy When you tell me that you miss me And I remember who you are And why I stopped communicating with you in the first place We had some good times in the context of the time they were happening But we were both in awful places just kinda trying not to spend Too much time dwelling on the things that were eating us alive And sweetie maybe things are better left in the past A great man once told me only a fool would trust his life to a weapon But I kicked his ass with stun grenades And years went by and I went back to visit him again And just got sad. Nostalgia's a bitch.
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There's Nothing in the Barn Besides Weather-Worn Tapes 05:53
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Gentle flicker of the TV screen Connected box gives off life Off-air tapings of everything Staying up all night We’ll watch any damn thing Woody Allen to Divine, the Filthy Queen Or Canuck camp-themed soap operas Masterpiece – look at the sign, don’t bother. So many crazy fuzzed-out worlds Help me lull myself out of this fucked-up world. Gentle flicker of the cable boxtop set Peridot got from her job at the cassette And vinyl shop – Cassavetes and Noé Always something on every day Doesn’t matter if it’s Theerlap or Civic TV Or the dog the Norwegian man seethed At, movies don’t make my gnash my teeth Blue Like Jazz and the Jesus Freak and DCX3 So many crazy fuzzed-out worlds Help me lull myself out of this fucked-up world. Any minute I can’t do and then I’m done in… DONE IN! You tried to do the FBI, didn’t work! You tried to bleed me fuckin’ dry, didn’t work! Poured kombucha on my head to prove I’m good! Can’t erase the sting of the morning wood! They’ve gone too far – they’ve got the “Nugget in the Biscuit” guy! Gentle flicker of the mobile device With Paulette and Percy it feels just right A wide range of perversions in explicit detail! (quotation of “That Don’t Impress Me Much” by Shania Twain) So many crazy fuzzed-out worlds Help me lull myself out of this fucked-up world. Any minute I can’t do and then I’m done in… DONE IN! I’m the pizza box king of Seoul! And yet I feel empty inside! I’m the millionaire king of Seoul! And yet I feel empty inside! I’m gonna get my dad out of that fucking bunker! Empty! Inside! I don’t want people to call me a class traitor!
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Orange Blossom Special 04:19
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It was something she compared me to so I went down the rabbit hole to find out who she drew her sword and screamed at us all with each passing day, the deeper she would fall I found myself wantin' to play the villain so as I begun my plan I formulated a thousand different plans to keep her locked within but when I tried it out, she had me excavated I saw it all as another silly game through it all, I wasn't all against the grain Jump aboard the Orange Blossom Special ride the rails and say, "oh, what the hell" speedin' down to your ever-loomin' doom all you know is that it's comin' real soon Locked between the floor and the surface weighted down by chains meant to bind I drove her mad until she was left broken and I took out my stupid little sign I found myself shakin' at my actions I had to kept the vicious cycle alive it's okay - we're in different positions I don't know how I could or should survive I saw it all as another silly game through it all, I wasn't all against the grain Jump aboard the Orange Blossom Special ride the rails and say, "oh, what the hell" speedin' down to your ever-loomin' doom all you know is that it's comin' real soon So I try to set her up at the compound she swears to Christ that she is clean other than the firecrackers and the the radio's sound we didn't say a word in case she'd blast us right between the eyes and everything from here to Delmarva playin' Carter Scratch until the light overcomes I'd rather be safe at home in good Dahlonega I make a run, drive off, she shoots at her final sunset Jump aboard the Orange Blossom Special ride the rails and say, "oh, what the hell" speedin' down to your ever-loomin' doom all you know is that it's comin' real soon I saw it all as another silly game through it all, I wasn't all against the grain I saw it all as another silly game through it all, I wasn't all against the fucking grain
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Vaguely of Seaweed 02:01
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A can of Coke floats in the ocean On the beach I found it there Take a sip it gives a motion Of the ones who sat and stared And I slow down as it hits The mirror, it hits me, I must trip Falling upwards, intubate All but us we castigate A can of Coke washes ashore On the beach after nine years Spit it out in all its glory Tastes not unlike Mommie Dearest And I slow down as it hits The mirror, it hits me, I must trip Falling upwards, to Heaven’s arms I’m fucked over, I mean no harm
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At Morningside I Stoked the Flames as the Fireman 06:04
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Aaaaah, shoo bob, shoo bob, shoo bob, shoo bob . Aaaaaaah! A-ha, my life is nice I know the moment is right All of you are just in time For me to interpret the signs Disaster neither reason nor rhyme The unworthy with broken guides It’s my turn to make it right Donations would be very nice Knowledge transmits from my golden mouth (I had enough money to buy a beautiful Cessna Citation jet – CASH!) You can’t doubt My disposable razor of Heavenly knowledge grants you all the riches If the skeptics complain, they’re merely bitching I’m so happy the world is on fire Pig nose, top hat Cops beating you back I’m not the fucker – YOU ARE! A-ha, my life is nice I can see that you are blind Rub this salve into the eyes You’ll be chipper like Madeline Get your wallet out right now So God can send you to town With the joyous trumpet’s glory sound Your seed will always come around Knowledge transmits from my pedestal (s-silver solution would be effective) My own chemical My disposable razor of Heavenly knowledge will keep you healthy and wise If the doctors complain, they’re compromised I’m so happy the world is dying Pig nose, top hat Cops always on attack I ain’t the dipshit – YOU ARE! I’m on satellite Oh, the stars are bright tonight White diamonds glisten from my suit As I tell the truth The world, it comes to end This sin we can’t defend True believers buy what I sell them And they turn on me seldom Come, O Prophet , we must preach the Word Swipe that credit card – salvation’s earned Preach with you the Voice of Truth As I FUCK YOU DOWN IN MY ROOM! I’ll take off in my private Concorde As the windows break open by grounded boards I’ll play some golf... In the eyes of God, we’re all merely babies! Knowledge transmits from my forked-tongue vessel (let faith come in your heart and heal you, hallelujah!) And wrestle The disposable razor of Morningside - healthy, wealthy and wise Unbelievers just bide their fucking time! I’m so happy the fire is rising Pig nose, top hat Cops snapping Garner’s neck I’m not the bastard – YOU ARE! GREETINGS PROPHET THE GREAT WORK™ BEGINS I I I I WILL SELL YOU THE CURE
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Drift Away 03:48
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Here in the garden Let's play a game I'll show you how it's done Here in the garden Stand very still This'll be so much fun And then she smiled, that's what I'm after The smile in her eyes, the sound of her laughter Happy to listen Happy to play Happily watching her drift Away.   Happily waiting All on my own Under the endless sky Counting the seconds standing alone As thousands of years go by Happily wondering, night after night Is this how it works? Am I doing it right? Happy to listen, happy to stay Happily watching her drift Away.   You keep on turning pages for people who don't care People who don't care About you And still it takes you ages To see that no one's there See that no one's there See that no one's there Everyone's gone on without you.   Finally something Finally news About how the story ends She doesn't exist now Survived by her son And all of her brand new friends   Isn't that lovely? Isn't that cool? AND AIN’T THAT SO FUCKING CRUEL?! And aren't I a fool to have, Happily listened, Happy to stay, Happily watching her drift Drift DRIFT AWAY!
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Dobie Broadway, Jr. 03:48
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Freed me from the dotted line The world’s so cold and it just ain’t right Now it’s time to fix the problem Going down towards the bottom Looking at the changing world I’m inside, slowly coming unfurled Curling up insecurity Force myself on the path laid out for me In the world I come and go And I dare not speak Michelangelo Whatever I muster which is that I know Into the darkened void of the unknown Though I’m bestowed endless life The past serrated kitchen knife The path to home is endless night And for the trip I have endless time But they don’t want me here nor there Locked in with my cross to bear They just want me out of their hair I’m just a pawn in endless warfare In the world I come and go And I dare not speak Michelangelo Whatever I muster which is that I know Into the darkened void of the unknown In the world I come and go And I dare not speak Michelangelo Whatever I muster which is that I know Into the darkened void of the unknown
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Monster Movie 06:34
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I wanna be on the silver screen I wanna go where people scream At the sight of me, out of jealousy Wookin’ po nub on the Greenwich Mean Go to where I can achieve my dreams Where I get there, nothing’s as it seems Just a handsome nobody in a masculine sea Wookin’ po nub in Eglington East I’m Sharon Stone, about to make impact I’m Sharon Stone, you better watch your back Look who’s come on the scene I’m ‘bout to be on all your TVs You’ll ask yourself “how did he do it?” “I made it in a castle with better equipment.” Got my pets at the shelter down the street Be with them, care for them, give them treats Bathe them on the regular, brush their teeth To them, life might as well be a dream One day I cleaned up my misery Plugged in my Hoover, let them go in freely And I flipped on the switch and the purrs were pretty And I gave them one last stroke before I went to Tastee-Freez I’m Sharon Stone, about to make impact I’m Sharon Stone, you better lock your fucking cats Look who’s come on the scene I’m ‘bout to be on all your TVs You’ll ask yourself “how did he do it?” “I made it in a castle with better equipment.” Don’t you care about me? I’m a bona fide celebrity! What do I do for you devotees I’ll entertain, I guarantee I’m much more than a wannabe I’ll turn this student into my unlucky amputee Be one lucky amputee! She’s got the TV Guide on me! She’s got the TV Guide! Look who’s come on the scene I’m ‘bout to be on all your TVs You’ll ask yourself “how did he do it?” “I made it in a castle with better equipment.”
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Blue Provocateur 04:46
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I can feel it in my inner projection The manifestation into a terraforming drone How many worlds I must’ve killed just so These people like could have a new home It makes you wanna do nothing of note It makes you wish that you could choke I dunno, I guess I’m doomed to abuse Thomas Aquinas, he damn sure told me the truth Keep my distance, don’t hold the door for me I pray to God this new normal is just an old bad dream As the buildings fall down, as we run on the bridge Praying this one thing is absolution for our sins I dunno, I guess I’m doomed to abuse Thomas Aquinas, he damn sure told me the truth Keep my distance, don’t hold the door for me I pray to God this new normal is just an old bad dream As the buildings fall down, as we run on the bridge Praying this one thing is absolution for our sins I’m laughing and I’m crying on the late-night show And God only knows I’ll scare the folks at home I dunno, I guess I’m doomed to abuse Thomas Aquinas, he damn sure told me the truth Keep my distance, don’t hold the door for me I pray to God this new normal is just an old bad dream As the buildings fall down, as we run on the bridge Praying this one thing is absolution for our sins
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Ava's Dismissal 07:04
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Crisp September day I was on my way, get educated. Stop at the CVS for a snack got quite a few classes - sadness. Got my books all out - a girl in doubt what her character's about. And an intern calls me in, sporting cheeky grins - make it Hell within. I can't let it go now - they lied to my greenhorn face. My life's gone to the cows - I'll think about this on all my days. Can't forget that Wesleyan dismissal commuters' no-epistle locked me out of opportunity Starin' at death in the factory. My counselor sits like the cobra's spit wants to make it quick. Thirst for cigarettes lungs gasp for breath - I'm dead fuckin' set. Says I'm too loud about my nowhere lounge - they can hear me across town. So they hand it down, I throw it on the ground pretty penny's never found. I can't let it go now - they lied to my greenhorn face. My life's gone to the cows - I'll think about this on all my days. Can't forget that Wesleyan dismissal commuters' no-epistle locked me out of opportunity Starin' at death in the factory. I can't afford your houses you find my pain arousing keep me dead in the water keep me there with my father this dismissal is my end you'd rather wish I was dead don't I deserve the same chance have my own city of glass? I can't let it go now - they lied to my greenhorn face. My life's gone to the cows - I'll think about this on all my days. Can't forget that Wesleyan dismissal commuters' no-epistle locked me out of opportunity Starin' at death in the factory. Stuck 'til death in the factory.
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Just Ace 01:56
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Since, since, since, since you’ve gone away I hope that you had a better day Tried to call round the other day Instead I had a go-kart Go-kart Living in another space Mistake why-yeah I hope the police will go away I hope the police will go away Their sirens bug me and so do all their radars Radars Living in another space Mistake Thanks, I'm over it! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah, yeah, y-y-yeah! Sweet child, you’re such a princess now I love the rainbow on your brow I love your rainbow OH NO, IT’S WINTER Winter Living in another space Mistake Thanks, I’m over it!
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Kiddieland 03:49
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Dear son, I’m writing you this letter in the hopes That you might feel a little bit better That your mom and I split ways And son, things might get much worse, but please know That you’ll always be my first On Saturdays and some Sundays And I can’t believe I was three stoplights from seeing you every other But I was late to court and as a retort, they gave you to your mother You and me – we’ll always be best friends And I know just where we’ll go when I get you next weekend We’ll go to Kiddieland You and me at Kiddieland We’ll have such a good time together Make sure you tell your mom ‘Bout our time at Kiddieland My son and me at Kiddieland The ideal setting for my lack of parenting skills Dear son, I had such a fun day and when You tell your mother, say That you’ve never had so much fun And son, I really can’t overstress that your mom Needs to know our success And that to you, I’m second to none My goal is eventually – subconsciously – turn you ‘gainst your mom Because it’s become apparent that while she has to parent I can stick to fun 36 hours a week isn’t long enough for me to have to correct or scold But your mom’s rules, the chores and school in your mind will soon grow old And that’s when we’ll go to Kiddieland You and me at Kiddieland We’ll have such a good time together So good your mom will cry! Kiddieland My son and me at Kiddieland And if you ever get bored of carousels , we can always go bowling I just miss you, that’s all . I wanna make this count, be a cool dad without a doubt .
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James Cagney Throws the Grapefruit in My Face 04:00
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Have you ever been lonely Are you here or are you solely In the landscape as a detail Between retail, on dusk-dawn prevail Have you lost your consciousness Have you drifted in-out on the space Right to where your spirit ends And where your expenditure for vessel waits Between man, flor, faun and thing You pass them all by, you pass them all by And white transfer blinding ring Is this all a lie? Is this all a lie? Have you spoken through cliché Did you gain social thoroughway Or are you contracted through disease To let it sink into your veins at ease Square-locked jaw inspirational From ad to ad your spokesman roams Bringing in through pneumatic sales Subliminal suggestions between episodes Between man, flor, faun and thing You pass them all by, you pass them all by And white transfer blinding ring Is this all a lie? Is this all a lie? (James Cagney throws the grapefruit in my face) Between man, flor, faun and thing You pass them all by, you pass them all by (Life is a steady stream that’ll come soon, Asriel) And white transfer blinding ring Is this all a lie? Is this all a lie? And then I fall Through metaphysical walls Discovering intrinsical Moments of temporal relevance The grapefruit lies on cheekbone Thrown by a man playing wrath-consumed Zoned by performance, I presume Between man, flor, faun and thing You pass them all by, you pass them all by And white transfer blinding ring Is this all a lie? Is this all a lie? (James Cagney throws the grapefruit in my face) Between man, flor, faun and thing You pass them all by, you pass them all by (Life is a steady stream that’ll come soon, Asriel) And white transfer blinding ring Is this all a lie? Is this all a lie?
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Fabric 09:14
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You let me down I can’t believe what I’ve found The bastard let it all out I got an aught eight – take you to town You’re a piece of work and you know it In this hole you’ll go in Stay inside until you’re showin’ Undivided devotion I’ll bleed you dry and you’ll say it’s good What you believe, it isn’t true Leave you for dead, maybe I should Nothing escapes this conference room Controlling the material Pouring salt in an open wound Discorporate to subliminal You’ll stay here in the conference room You hold back life Bring forth the knife I’m not a fraud I got an aught eight – you’re left raw... You’re a piece of work and you know it Your view of time is frozen Stay inside with devotion Withhold all emotion I’ll bleed you dry and you’ll say it’s good What you believe, it isn’t true Leave you for dead, maybe I should Nothing escapes this conference room Controlling the material Pouring salt in an open wound Discorporate to subliminal You’ll stay here in the conference room The white walls envelop me in the yellow wallpaper… I brought death and destruction to my friends gone away I lay ravage on the stream of commerce floating in the town What is my purpose if I can’t think or do or act on intelligence? The neon sign screams “Budwise” as I rape what’s in front of me Don’t hold me back I fulfill my destiny Don’t hold me back The fiery path in front of me DON’T HOLD ME BACK DON’T HOLD ME BACK Life slowly drains from me As I see the things That mustn’t be seen As darkness reigns CONFESSIONAL ON THE CANS CONFESSIONAL IN THE SAND CONFESSIONAL ON THE CANS CONFESSIONAL IN THE SAND ROUND AND ROUND LET THE CITY TURN BURN BURN BURN I HAVE TO BURN IT ALL DOWN THE ROOF THE ROOF THE ROOF I’M NOT CONCERNED ABOUT BUDWEISER DESTROY IT ALL IN FRONT OF ME BUDWEISER NEVER SHOWS VULNERABILITY I let me down I sold us out I wrestle faith Death’s my fate I’m a piece of shit and I know it I’m a fucking fraud and I know it Spikes release and I’m screaming A minute later, I’m dreaming I’ve been bled dry, I know it’s good Deep in my heart I know the truth I’m left for dead, I’m drifting wood Safe inside the conference room Then the walls they shift on me The red light of negativity My sunburnt skin’s an open wound They’re knocking down the conference room Don’t drag me out I wanna stay warm inside the womb like a BB, like a Bridge Baby Don’t drag me out I wanna stay in the womb, I’m safe from doom DON’T DRAG ME OUT DON’T PULL ME THE HELL OUT BURN BURN BURN I MUST BURN YOU DOWN BURN BURN BURN I MUST BURN YOU DOWN BURN BURN BURN I MUST BURN YOU DOWN BURN BURN BURN NO! DON’T DO THIS! MOMMY MOMMY FUCK YOU MOMMY FUCK YOU MOMMY WHERE ARE YOU PLEASE BURN BURN BURN PLEASE STOP THIS I’M SORRY I’m so sorry I need help I want to be fixed I’M ME

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Crisp March day. On the track to creating a filler EP to bide the time between me getting feedback on a demo for an album I recorded from 2018-2019 - my most ambitious work yet. And unlike Bekowsky, the album that would later be heavily reworked into Shaking Hands with Modern Man, this one was on target to be a more highly-involved work with way more stylistic consistency. There was a clear delineation between the progressive rock songs and the radio-friendly material on Bekowsky - which maybe would've been a better fit back when I was on Andi Robbins' now-defunct I Thought You Were a Marxist Records, but not so much when you're trying to get notice. The songs on the EP were a lot more adventurous, a bit more scatterbrained - some songs I wrote entirely just to make use of abandoned riffs from 2010-12 and others I wrote to play around with the musical vocabulary of metalcore - but overall way more consistent with the standard pop-song-length songs.

And then the country shut down. I knew people were getting sick around me - a lot of overseas movie openings were either delayed or canceled altogether, plus some fast food restaurants were switching over to drive-thru-only service; there was an increased vigilance on the film sets I got to work on, plus the local community college campus I was taking computer science classes at, for people to keep their distance and to call out if they got ill - but I didn't connect the dots until a medical advisor came on TV to tell people to wear a mask, keep six feet apart, and to not gather in large crowds. By that time, most businesses were shuttered and a good deal of the film community signed up for unemployment. And that was good - that meant I could upgrade my equipment, from my computer to my record player.

And that also meant that, now that I had a lot of free time in between Zoom meetings and online podcast tapings, I could buckle down and start work on fixing the upcoming album. By that time, the filler EP and the album had congealed together into a bloated affair. And because I had, as part of a weekly ritual to watch everything at the campus library, watched Pink Flamingos - I don't recommend for the faint of heart; John Waters pushes a lot of boundaries with that movie - and noticed that the little rating description had one of the oddest descriptors I've ever seen:

A wide range of perversions in explicit detail.

I mean, they got the vibe of the movie right. It is perversion after explicit perversion. And I felt that it best described the feel of the album. Better than Bekowsky or Zeddemore - at least at the time. The title of the album felt as confused and odd as me - as falling into the void the whole ordeal of the pandemic was/is. It felt frustrated, upset, trying to keep hope but only managing to smile as falsely as a Stepford wife. In other words, the title was apt.

These are perverse songs. Not in the usual sense or even in the John Waters sense, but rather the confused sense. These are perversions in the sense that these songs are all about aberrations, about broken dreams, broken promises, wicked people, skewed priorities, warped viewpoints, the steamrolling biases of indoctrination, the inherent pain of nostalgia, the heartbreak of friends moving on and (from your perspective) selling you out. Every song describes a perversion upon regular life. And you will see yourself in them.

Maybe that's pretentious, I dunno, but what else could I do?

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released December 10, 2021

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Monaural, the entity therein, consists of:
Liebermintz - vocals, guitars, bass, keyboards, MIDI saxophone, drum programming
Charles Kieser of Cancer and Capricorn - keyboards, theremin, bongos, caxixi, accordion, harmonica, recorder, jaw harp, backing vocals
Nick Sweat - bass on 14

Produced, mixed, and mastered by Shane Smith.

Recorded at Heated New Sound (Oxford, GA Chapter and Moncks Corner, SC Chapter) from May 5, 2019 to November 8, 2021, except for Charles' tracks, recorded in San Francisco, CA from March to June 2020.

Liebermintz plays Squier Affinity guitars, Cort basses, Arturia MIDI controllers, and simulated Orange and Mesa/Boogie amplifiers. Addictive Drums 2 was exclusively used for this album.

Cover art by Jingxi Lau (courtesy of Unsplash), with text overlays and raptor-morph figure by Shane Smith.

Music and lyrics by Shane Smith except for 4, 9, 10, and 14 by Shane Smith and Charles Kieser; 2 by Rex Nabours; 7 by Rebecca Sugar, Aimee Mann, Aivi and Surasshu; 12 by Phil Jamieson; and 13 by Kevin Perjurer (lyrics) and Shane Smith (music)

SHANE SAYS THANK YOU TO THESE LOVELY PEOPLE: Charles Kieser, Rex Nabours, Ariel Godfrey, Kegan Watkins, Mike Laas, Kevin Montgomery, Eric Levengood, Kate Smith, Trent Allen, Ash Allen, the librarians at Georgia State University, Richard Surman, the Georgia Department of Labor, Dr. Anthony Fauci, Charlotte Acker, Joseph Champion, Shay Campbell, Liz Southwell, Dr. Joe Suthers, Buck Freeman, Tommy Merritt, Will Isaacson, Machi Coart, Jim and Helen Allen, Jim Davenport, Will Mahoney, Danny Clark, Jack Beam, Cameron Banks-Jenkins, Elliot from Furry Bomb...stay tuned for more, Jacob Abate, Alice Hawkins, Julianna Reed, Nathan Galesic, Christian Weld, Pat Barry, Lilz Martin, Sean McGann, Baylor of Twitter, Kevin Perjurer and the rest of the Defunctland team, and, as always, my late mother Shonna Smith.

AND THANK YOU TO THESE MUSICIANS WHO'VE SHAPED THE AESTHETIC OF THE ALBUM: Tom DeLonge, Mark Hoppus...get well soon, Travis Barker, Rex Nabours, Laura Jane Grace, Atom Willard, Stephen Malkmus, Spiral Stairs, those guys who sang about the icky mettle, the Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Jerbear, Ratdog, Phil "I dunno about you, I play like if Bach took up the bass" Lesh, TC, Jay Farrar, Jeff Tweedy, Mike Heidorn, Carole King, Gerry Goffin, Boyce and Hart, George Michael Dolenz, regular George Michael, Patrick Carney, Ralph Carney, Harvey Gold, Nick Oliveri, the unnamed guitarist from Kyuss and Queens of the Stone Age, Mark Mothersbaugh, Thurston Moore, Kim Gordon, Lee Ranaldo, Steve Shelley, Jay O'Rourke, David Pajo, every artist on Hydra Head Records, the entire escape plan of Dillinger, the late Dr. Tim Smith and his useless brother Jim, John Kimbrough and Candace Belanoff, Orestes Morfin, Chino Moreno, Stephen "vaccines are a hoax, pray to Q" Carpenter, Frank Delgado, Rodney Sheppard, Murphy Karges, the Incubussy, Hoo-boo-stench, Fubugrass, Chris "can I marry my Copenhagen tin" LeDoux, Fred "Dad Vibes" Durst and the latest Limp Bangers, every half-assing divorced dad, John Waters, Heywood Konigsberg, Onision, Tobuscussy, Quinton "iCarried You" Reviews, Dan "Get in the Van" Schneider, Kevin and the Bikes, the rapper Lil Ugly Mane, and Francis of the Filth.

And remember, Kevin - you must make all four Handwiches.

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