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Date Animals

by Lesbian Wallet

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The Midnight Toker. Did Mike Patton join a punky Mastodonish supergroup??!!
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flightoficarus (Metal Trenches) Lesbian Wallet have seemingly stepped out of a time warp where strange albums like Nirvana's Bleach and Mr. Bungle's self-titled debut were still commercially viable. From the warbly Clutch/Daughters/Patton-esque vocal delivery to the seemingly improvisational instrumentation, it's a whirlwind of frenetic noise and manic anxiety. Rock and classic post-hardcore a la Fugazi collide with jazz, jam, and psychodelia that spiral into utter madness.
metaltrenches.com/reviews/date-animals-2035 Favorite track: Date Animals.
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1.
Date Animals 03:19
I've been wearing me inside out you've been wearing yourself thin blaming it all on the circumstances (there's) not really much we could have done Now all this flesh parades before me for the grab a tragedy no one knows how to act these players ignore when to bust out crying or fake choking when their throat is getting stabbed How many fucking post-s must you add for your art to feel real again it's not a novel it's what you fucking play "We need more post-post-words for the post-post-man" Well I never ever asked her where she'd go she said "I don't get you anymore" she'd like me better without fucking worries spend my days taking selfies in the sun Serenades and low-cost housing shitfaced still trying to fuck with a pink eye and a quarter chub hellbent for leather still fucking up the knots She said "Have you tried it, (walking) in my shoes? I just wanna forget my name and yours too." she's crying "Get me away from here" everyone wants that baby, get away from pain but there are no better places this Void is everywhere And sometimes there's bombs no shelter, no water, no food and those people aren't just fucking numbers random lines of text in the bottom corner of the news And what about us? we seem alive but that's just a tourism stunt they roam our hills, streets and towns drink the guts of our land from a dead man's bowels then fly the fuck home
2.
It was the sweaty touch of his pelvis against her forehead that rhythmic loveless mortification that would always drive her to think How she loved him once and now she hates his guts and how she would refuse to spend another day like this and the words that she'd use Some like "I'd be foverer lonely, I'd be forever sad; I'd rather just be miserable again than spend another night here sucking off your tiny chode -" And yet lose it all? all of her nice things he's got stones for teeth he knows and he won't let her go yet this time she swears she's gonna show him what she's made of she's gonna show him all that she's got 'Cause all we love is but a quick dream of lies a billion times said a vulgar and shameful journey carving wrinkles on your heart Disgust takes over her mind for herself and what's become of her life (she's) sick and tired of this game he plays all her muscles start furiously twitching closing her eyes as she bites He drops to floor screaming and still she won't let him go blood all over her she'll make sure she's showed him what she's made of and what she's got is not what she's wearing between her thighs motherfucker Stones for teeth
3.
There are times when time's too slow moments drag, they even hardly flow then come those days: will last a few seconds just before you wake up and an entire year's gone You try to focus on what happened first and what last and why different seasons feel like yesterday and get a grasp on all the names and faces like smoke they vanish in a blur of wasted hours and months And you go: "When did this all happen? ...or did it happen at all?" "Did this all happen? ...and was that me?" Names and faces
4.
I am that distant feel waiting here for the deed faces kiss on the cold screen and then deteriorate as I wade through the color-bleed So close and yet you throw me away like I'm fucking nothing a pale joke written on a bathroom stall nothing at all a fading stain on some wall Our trembling gyroscope reads 10.000 atmospheres the weight of countless oceans deafening my ears these voids are Margaret's hums in the wake of her fears come dance to the sneering drums Writhing, convulsing as we descend deeper into dreams there we can rest and laugh at the obstacles that obstructed our will to hurt and though we're undamaged unscathed, untouched by the outside world bulging with hatred I still try and reach for you through seas of blackness Fee harm Tühle T'zpäh They are faceless, obscene a choir of aborted life they weave their inhuman limbs in a horrendous goodbye to light I've lost all in me was meant to be human and I claw at my own chest as I fall through spectres of New Year's resolutions and the feeling another dream has been lost Lost with all in me was meant to be human watching cheap thrillers that won't buffer at all dreary one-liners in low resolution and the feeling we've lost Lost with all in me was meant to be human and I claw at my own chest as I fall through spectres of New Year's resolutions and the feeling we've lost Lost with all in me was meant to be human watching cheap thrillers that won't buffer at all dreary one-liners in low resolution and the feeling I was never born
5.
Mugshot 04:40
Crawl away inside your hole hole inside and weep all over the floor your life is envy, your life is scorn recycling old mugshots to feel not as old You deceived yourself a few years ago things went down smoothly since you blame the world no way to end what you don't wanna stop no way to summon back what you've never got How many times I've seen you cry bury your head in the sand how many years 'til you realize that there's no use in hiding away your worst self Blood pumps gently throughout your veins your temples hurt but in a pleasant way how many days since you've got some sleep? the pills keep sticking to your lower lip Red stockings, a velvet grave he'll keep on knocking, you'll keep letting him in the make-up drips like a second face flows through you like there's no one there Where the Eye shined on you it never felt the same try hard as you like, you're bound to fail while life slips from your grasp Fear overcomes you in your sleep devours you from within reduced to a pulp of desires and hopes nothing much else is left of you except for your own Hell The Outside look on your grin bits of forlorn skin a stench of inhumanity tear it, tear it away Your bloated kin shivers for you through the mist the eyes of the sky the wrists of the sea "I don't care, I don't wanna know I don't care who you see or where you go"
6.
Sell me, sell me and if no one ain't buying give me away for spare change Sell me My heart is golden full of holes and yet my insides are rotten torn apart by insects sell me whole or sell me in chunks What you can't sell burn and mould my ashes into a concrete wall where people come to lean and check on their phones with their eyes glued to the screens and their heads down like on a guillotine Sell me
7.
{ Pedro Corazón (Montevideo, 21 de diciembre de 1894 – ???, 11 de octubre de 1947) fue un entomólogo, lingüista, humanista, micólogo, escritor apasionado por la naturaleza, y poeta uruguayo. Murió bajo circunstancias misteriosas durante una investigación entomológica al bosque tropical peruano. [...] Corazón se desvaneció en el aire ante los ojos atónitos de su asistente y de la guía local después de recitar algún tipo de encantamiento, invocación o llamada, escrito en un sombrío y antiquísimo dialecto quechua, y tallado en la pared de un templo desconocido. Lo enigmático santuario no aparecía en los mapas y, aún hoy, no ha sido encontrado de nuevo. } Detras de la pared se oye una voz un suspiro que es un débil cantar cantar de nosotros que desentendidos seguimos olvidando el tiempo feliz cantar de los otros que fueron antes y fueron atras cantar de Él para que los truenos retumbarán El cielo grita: "Pedro" Life crawls like a bug but I cannot be stomped or fooled I've been chewed and spit out flushed down like a condom in the loo well now I realize we're all expendable to them we truly are all the same "Pedro Corazón" Life crawls like a wasted man but I can't seem to be fucking drunk or man enough for you I've been cracked open and botched up I've stopped feeling my own arms and now what the fuck's wrong with your drink, dude what the fuck's wrong with you
8.
I've seen the Sun, the future Sun scorch the ruins of Man almighty Eye which will see us die countless times, countless ends I bide my time on the Slugroad the dead of thirst my domain a King of dust in my crown of tears stone, waste and decay Hold my burnt hand together we will be kings Kings of dust Do you feel wiser now - as the vision bleaks and spirals into black? Do you feel fiercer, or stronger - as the Seer bleeds and draws his own end?

about

"Date Animals" ... what does it even mean: "Date Animals"?

Is it a snarky remark on our qualities as date-able lovers? Or an antiphrastic comment on toxic relationships? A gaping window on a distant future where mankind is morally, or even physically, extinct? Or a subtle call to paleontology? (It surely isn’t a call to bestiality though, and if your mind went there, you’re naughty.) Well, to be frank, we’re not entirely sure.

To be steven, on the other hand, here’s what Date Animals is: 32+ minutes of abrasive, no bullshit rock with a lot of influences, and a shit-ton of twists and turns. 3 years of Lesbian Wallet. Our heavier, weirder stuff to date.
Dig in.
For glory.
A B A D A H.

...plus HEY, there's a MUSIC VIDEO out for Date Animals (the song), here's a LINK to it (the video): youtu.be/S2G24kOG7Ro

credits

released June 28, 2019

Personnel:
Guitar & Vocals/Lyrics: Francesco Bordoni
Bass: Francesco Mastellone
Drums: Simone Romagnoli

Additional personnel:
Guitar solo on track 5: Simone Giacomucci (Il Gigante)
Synths on track(s) 5, 6, 8: Davide Costarelli
Inspiration on track(s) 1–8: Arnold S.

"Date Animals" was sporadically but surely recorded from March 2018 to February 2019 under the watchful eye of Archwizard and Mæster of technologisms Francesco Mastellone, who then also mixed, mastered and conquered the shifty beast in springtime 2019.

Artwork by Brăn Čeșkov Fordonu





They say about "Date Animals":


- "It all cycles through every possible avenue and never fails to evoke a tidal wave of emotion whilst communicating the trippiest of ideas. It feels impossible to try understanding this record completely when every listen opens a new view of the sounds being projected into your brain." - Bucketlist Reviews (CAN) 8.5/10
www.bucketlistmusicreviews.com/lesbian-wallet-date-animals/


-" I am confident that those who live for experimental noise will eat this for breakfast." - Metal Trenches (US) 8/10
metaltrenches.com/reviews/date-animals-2035


- "Well this must be the weirdest album I’ve heard this year." - Outlaws Of The Sun (US)
outlawsofthesun.blogspot.com/2019/06/lesbian-wallet-date-animals-album-review.html


-"Un lavoro schietto e ruggente che fa ben sperare nel futuro di questa band" - Rockit (IT)
www.rockit.it/recensione/45008/lesbianwallet-date-animals


-"Questi tre ragazzi trebbiano, [...] rompono l’uovo di Colombo e sputano groove da tutti pori" - Impatto Sonoro (IT)
www.impattosonoro.it/2019/09/04/recensioni/lesbian-wallet-date-animals/
www.impattosonoro.it/2019/09/26/interviste/intervista-ai-lesbian-wallet/


-"Un disco che soddisfa e diverte, vantando una spontanea semplicità che però non adombra lo studio e la dedizione su cui è costruito." - Aristocrazia Webzine (IT)
www.aristocraziawebzine.com/recensioni/lesbian-wallet-date-animals/

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