Meet the new bass(player). Drunker and angrier than the old bass(player).

The new Goes Cube record comes out today.  I have zero problem with fashionable music;corner me at Mars Bar sometime and I'll tell you why Electoclash was the last gasp of New York City as a musically vibrant and truly influential city(hint:the argument involves gays,people of color, and no one having beards), but there's much to be said about bands that exist totally outside whatever is currently beloved by those who leave anonymous comments on BrooklynVegan.  Goes Cube was great last year. Goes Cube are going to be fucking great next year too. And for a number of years after that*. Go purchase the new record with money. In a store or online. But BUY it. The old rules still apply, despite what some may tell you.

We leave for the UK at 5 in the morning. 8 shows. If you live there or know someone who does, please come or let him/her know. And if you know Kate Moss, let her know that we're EXACTLY like Kings Of Leon. So she'll totally like us.

See you when we get back,
Z
1/5th Freshkills

*No promises on their quality after the 7 year mark.

It's now that much easier to order our record thanks to the finest human beings EVER...the staff of x-mist. Seriously, these people sweat kittens* and poop angels. That's not gross, it's nice.
http://www.x-mist.de/

*"sweat" as in "secrete from sweat glands", not "sweat" as in "hit on". Hitting on a kitten is a lame thing to do. They are naturely affectionate, but you shouldn't take that the wrong way. They like you in the same way we do... as a friend. A salty friend.

"Liking the president is like being super in love with the police." -JG of VB
 

Little known fact. but Jens and Johnny, between them, have dated ELEVEN deli counter girls. Eleven. Two more and it's a baker's dozen, and the entire strange confluence of events falls apart. Because now Jens has interviewed Freshkills for a magazine named after said type of meat and cheese store. Unflippingbelievable.
Read some things that we were willing to say-
http://www.thedelimagazine.com/FeatureView.php?artist=freshkills

We are making a video. We need band t-shirts for it. We have plenty, but we want more. Good bands. No good-in-an-ironic way bands. Liking a band for ironic purposes is like saying "fuck you" to your mother. She carried you for 9 months and, presumably, loved you for even longer. Don't insult her by being a goddamned phony.
Anyhoo, we'd like to borrow your This Is Not A Fugazi Shirt shirt. Or any other band shirts of that ilk. I have, for some reason, two Holy Rollers t-shirts, but no Cop Shoot Cop shirts. Jimmy has 9 garbage bags full of Hell No,BURN and, I dunno,No For An Answer(maybe?) shirts. But we want more. Old band shirts. New band shirts. Slant 6 band shirts.
We aren't snobs. Nirvana shirts are fine. But,uh, actually,we are sort of snobs so Mudhoney or Heavens To Betsy would be better. I used my Skin Yard shirt for a cu...,actually, never mind what I used it for, if you got one, sweet.
If you're in the NYC area and you wouldn't mind helping us out, please let us know. We will return them. With a brand new official Freshkills smell!
Thanks,
Zack
1/5th Freshkills
PS.Jens, bass player of The Giraffes, did a neato interview with Tris McCall at this blog that I don't read because it's not about kittens,sinks,or,for some fucking reason that totally escapes me, kittens IN sinks.  http://www.knocksfromtheunderground.com/home/2009/2/17/tris-mccall-and-the-pop-music-abstract.html
 

No? Really?  That is interesting!  Then I bet you don't have a copy of our vinyl record!  You should stop oggling Nick Cave's son (that's gross.  He's mad young.) and buy it.  From Missing Link!
http://missinglink.net.au/search.php?item=freshkills&category=Artist&search=Search&genre=Select+a+genre
And thanks to Mel at EXO for hooking this up. You can thank her by purchasing a Japanther cd.
 

One night at Kokies we saved the life of Nick Zinner.  He was caught in a glue trap and about to be devoured by a ferel bay area "pirate-punk" in capris and a GoGoGo Airheart badge that doubled as an eyepatch. She had a disconcerting jaw twitch, a visibly annoyed drummer boyfriend,  and kept referring to herself in in seafaring terms, so we bopped her over the head with a Budweiser miniture and got him out of there.
Ever since, he's been in our debt.
Some debts can only be repayed in remixes.  Thanks,Mr.Zinner!
http://rcrdlbl.com/2009/01/14/exclusive_new_download_freshkills_revelation_nick_zinner_remix_

I think not.  I'm going for the entire Eastern Seaboard Post Hardcore division.  Starting with you and your girl,Mr.Gowashyourhairyouratyourmom'shouse.  You like Unwound? Sisters of Mercy? The 90's? The parts of the 80's that were non apartheid related?  Jewish friends that you don't actually have to hang out with?  We're your band. And we don't send you comments.  Ever.
And, yes,I am pretty much just going through Religious To Damn's friend list and pressing add...add...add...
She's got a good class of fans.

Boys! Buy the new record for the future exgirlfriend in your life.  She'll be pissed you didn't get the Heavenly box set for her and it'll speed up the process. Go be wild and free like Lisa Crystal Carver.

Ladies, buy the new record for your honeybunny.  If you don't, it's Fleet Foxes before bedtime well into 2009.  And, seriously sister, you and yr lil' sex pieces deserve better.

New awesometacular shows,remixes from N.Zinner and BM Linx,English tour,new shoes to go with our new STDs, all coming in the new year.

Happy Obama!

I say this with no irony and no, particular, malice, but calling 9/11 the "end of the age of irony" stands,in a decade spilling over with them,as one of the truly dumb things said by a public intellectual about The War On Terror(whatever the fuck that is)/"the age of irony"(whatever the fuck that is)/anything(...). Were I Graydon Carter, I would stop drawing attention to being the jackass who said it.

The rest of the review was,if you give a shit about George Plimpton*,fine.

Hey, we have a record out!  You should get it! www.freshkillsband.com

*Outside of a cute appearance in Good Willing Hunting** and a serviceable guest spot on The Simpsons...I don't.

**I know a lot of people hate Good Will Hunting.  They're probably not wrong. But I think it's sorta sweet.  And I like Matt Damon and What'sHerface.  And if something's ruined solely by the inclusion of Robin Williams then we have to entirely write off the 1980's.  And I'm not willing to do that.  Blag Flag,Alan Moore,My Dinner With Andre?  Totally worth a little Robin Williams/Billy Crystal/Ronald Reagan. 

From Yaweh's butt to my brain to your myspace account...the lyrics...

Winners-Like winners, not nervous. We've fucked our way through wars before.Like lawyers, not subtle. We pick the bone from our teeth with bone. Like orphans, so hungry, so many mouths to feed.Like cancer, we're winning. It never goes out of fashion. Does it? Does it? Chorus- We are traitors. Collaborators. Please bury us beneath our flags. Our flags. Like winners, not nervous. We've fucked our way through wars before.Like locusts. Not Subtle. We salt the earth when we're done. Like orphans, so ravenous, so many holes to fill. Like cancer, we're winning. It never goes out of fashion. Does it? Does it? Chorus  And are we nostalgic? Say hey say hey. A little bit yeah. Say hey say hey. For when a rapist president. Say hey. Was as bad as it could get. Say hey. And aare we in denial? Say hey say hey. A little less now. Say hey say hey. We get enough blood on our suits, and, eventually, we figure it out.  Chorus

Separation Tree-I'm tired of listening. I'm tired of harmless things. All our friends are single again. All our other friends are crossing their legs. Let's bury a time capsule underneath separation tree. Need someone to hold me down so I don't die in the night. Chorus- Cry cry cry till our eyes are sore Cry cry cry till our jaws are broke Cry cry cry till our eyes fall out Cry cry cry. Let's talk. Let's talk it out.  Let's talk about distance. Let's talk about you and me. Infidelity's easy. It's telling the truth that causes grief.  I'm carving our names, with a heart, into that tree.  Chorus

Revelations- Famines and floods. Famine and floods.  Now bow your head, know that evil is real. Now bow your head, know that evil is real.  You've got to believe. You've got to believe.  Famine and floods. Famines and floods! Now throw your hands up the damage is done. Now throw your hands up the damage is done. We all look so smart. We all look so smart.  Famines and floods. Famines and floods!  Now sing the song that our grandparents sung. Now sing the song that our grandparents sung. You're not alone. You're not alone.  Chorus- If you think the heart that beats, beats for you and yours alone…revelations. Revelations. Revelations. X2  Famines and floods. Famine and floods.  Bend down your knees, know that evil is real. Bend down your knees know that evil is real. You've got to believe. You've got to believe.  Famines and floods. Famine and floods.  Joy is a lie. Grace is so hard to find. Joy is a lie. Grace is so hard to find.  And flesh is just loss. And flesh is just loss.  Famines and floods. Famines and floods.  Now sing the song that our grandparents sung. Now sing the song that our grandparents sung.  You're not alone. You're not alone. Chorus.  Now sing the song that our grand parents sung...

I Know. I Know.-I know I know.I know I know.I know I know.We're all in this together.I hope. I hope.I hope. I hope.I hope I hopeWe're all in it to win it.Chorus-They opened the door and they gave us their word. And we never wanted it.They said it was perfect, yeah, they said it was good. And we never wanted it.The river was red and they said it was gold. And we never wanted it.They gave us our options and they gave us control. And we never wanted it.I know I know.I know I know.I know I know.We're all in this together.I know I know.I know I know.I know I know. Now. It don't pay to be clever.ChorusI know where this is leading.I know where this is leading. Uh-huh.I know where this is leading.I know where this is leading. Uh-huh.I know where this is leading. A contract. A landmine.

My House-I hope the metal's false. I hope the rumor's true. I hope from 6am to 2pm I'll be staying up with you. You're just like…Chorus-Got a couch got a floor at my house. My house. I want you there.Got a couch got a floor at my house. My house. I want you there.Got a couch got a floor at my house. My house. I want you there.Got a couch got a floor at my house. My house. I want you there.  I hope your dress is torn. I hope your makeup's smeared. I hope from 12am till 4am You were getting pretty weird. I pray aloud that you come around. I pray aloud that you come around. I pray aloud that you come around.That the skins are gone, that the parties dead, that your eyes are red And you come around. Chorus

Hard to be decent-Well, I like your dress. It's revealing. Without giving away your secrets. You should keep them. I don't want to know who you sleep with. You know I've been with them too, it's so hard to be decent. At 4am we sing. Chorus- I can leave my phone on my pillow. You can call. You can change your mind. X3. Well I like your friends. They're not smart, but they're charming. When they break out those pills, it's positively disarming. And I like your face. It's been beaten.  By so many disappointments, I can feel them. When you take my hand in your hand and you talk about the other man. When you take my hand in your hand and you talk about the other man. In reply I sigh Chorus.   Oh. Love. You're all I have.

Asleep means no-Well you had to leave town. Because she was passed out. And now you've found that the rumors have followed you down. So you found a new town where the girls are credulous And the boys got a game called "let's get gutless". Let's go. So you had to lie down because she was attractive. And then you blacked out. When you came to, shit was active. So you got your hands. And you got your skin. And you got your conscience, maybe, but, baby, you've got no friends here. Chorus- If the DJ's a rapist, why are we hanging out hanging out with him? If the singer's a rapist why are on tour on tour with them If the song is so vicious, why do we still listen to this shit? If the song is so vicious, why are we still listening? I've pulled some shit. Some seriously shady shit.  I'm not the one that you should ask forgiveness from. I've seen some shit. Some seriously shady shit. Even in the absence of absolute truth, I can't swallow you. Chorus In the absence of an interventionist god I believe in a system of right and wrong I believe in the existence of a living soul I believe in the anhiliation of a soul Chorus x2

Enemies-Walk into walls, thinking we're ghosts. All around us the graveyard grows. Show our friends that they're forgiven. By throwing their ashes into the river. We kiss on the piers till our glasses break. You can call me careful. I'll call you ache. You say it's a cruel world. That's a lie. Why get emotional just because we're still here. Wolf's at the door. So we open the door. We're taking our clothes off again. Using our mouths to give up the ghost. Two only children putting on a show. I warm your hands at the end of the pier. Don't know what's coming but I know it's near. You say you love me but that's a lack. Won't be held responsible for what you don't have. Chorus- You can't save anyone. You can't save anyone. This is your enemy. This is your enemy. X2  Never mind the thrashing behind the door. We know what bodies are really for.  Never mind our gone friends, our shallow needs. Never mind the days until you leave. My heart is careless. It lacks precision. But I love those ashes, I love that river. You say the sky's empty. I disagree. I can feel something enormous rushing towards us. Chorus

I quit smoking- She said Next time we kiss We'll be single and sober. I said You believe what you want She said I can feel our passion imploding I said Is that a new dress She said  You make love like a punchline Jokes die in your mouth I said Chorus- I…I want to be happy for you  And I… want to be less helpless all the time And I… don't want to be someone you got over And I…just want to be around When you come alive I said I quit smoking To keep your scent on my sheets I said  I quit smoking To keep your taste in my mouth. I said Chorus

Carolina-Carolina Carolina Carolina Caroline x4 Don't take a room of psychics no, know how we'll die Got my cufflinks and my razors, bag of fauxcain and our savior.Here's to the restless and the weak. Our kind. Chorus- Carolina Carolina Carolina Carolinex2 Through this sullen vulgar world. I will never let you down. Carolina Carolina Carolina Caroline There are pedants. There are whores. Hope I never let you down. Carolina Carolina Carolina Caroline Don't take a room of psychics no, know how we'll die Propolactics and your pager, pint of sauza and our savior. You're the only good thing in this world. Oh, caroline. Chorus

So, one of my fellow Freshkills totally blew up our spot and put Obama as our number one "friend".  Completely ruining the surprise of this blog.  But it's true, Obama is our number one friend.  We, Freshkills, are straying from the Violent Bullshit party line and voting Obama.  Probably on the Working Family Party part of the voting machine thingy (line?  Column?).

Look, we know the dude is, besides the second coming of the most flavorful and nutritious Christ messiah YET, a bit of a Chicago hack.  We read BOSS by Royko.  We know what's up. We go into nothing, except one thing, with our eyes closed.  He's just a man and his vice president is a borderline racist.  Also weird.  The thing is, you know who else was a bit of a hack?  No.  Not Jesus.  Jesus was the King of Kings.  And considerably blacker(kidding!).  No.  I'm talking about Ian Astbury.  Total hack.  But good for the country.  There are things in life that are bad ass and there are things in life that are not bad ass and She Sells Sanctuary was TOTALLY bad ass.  My point.  Thank you.

We were thinking of voting Republican.  We're in favor of torturing anyone with darker skin then us as much as the next guy.  We are, after all, goths.  But the thing is...Sarah Palin.  Easy target I know, but easy targets are/is the fluffer to my nutter.  See,thiing is see,she believes in Angels but NOT dinosaurs.  Ahem. We,Freshkills, believe in angels. Elvis Costello's one good song's title wouldn't make any sense without the existence of angels.  Without the existence (or, at least, belief) of angels, the writers of The Onion would have one less thing to be needlessly smug about.  Without angels, we'd be swimming in their dry, bullshit foodcake.  Because, seriously, who else would eat that?  It's fucking terrible.  We LOVE angels.

But we also believe in dinosaurs.  Both robot hybrid and non.  Dinosaurs are real.  Otherwise, what was Clifford? A giant red DOG?  No.  That's just stupid.

And stupid fucking sucks.

Obama/Biden/Dino-jesus 08!

Love,

Zachary