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our first record is finally here almost 11 months after we recorded it.
it's called posthumous
and though it doesn't say it on the cd, (which we kinda regret) this is a beep repaired release. thanks to the entire beep posse for everything.
here's the tracklisting:

1. dead on arrival
2. give it up
3. idol
4. virgin soul
5. driver
6. fight fight!
7. sex park
8. shyboy cyborg
9. rise, machine
10. nite nite
11. kids

it runs about 61 minutes, so it's a full lenth. we've been told it probably won't get played on radio during the daytime. which is kinda cool.
all the music and lyrics were written and performed by us
except the lyrics to idol which were written by lou reed (used without permission)
it was recorded in two days in dan from the bismarck's garage in ballard, seattle on the days of the dead (nov. 1-2) 2006.
one day a week for the next six months we met at josh englehardt from lake of falcons' house to add vocals, samples, some spare overdubs, and for the mixing.
thank you so much to josh without whom this record would not be possible.
we got it mastered by carl saff at saff mastering in chicago.
and all the artwork was done by our very own shaun mason. with layout assistance from jason kopec from noise:order.

thank you for listening

the pedestrian molestor off his festering tits
shares his dirty secrets with his mechanical clientele
leering posthumously with a sinister curvature
our new caretaker struggles to fight his feast, his famine
we flee from the debris like thanksgiving turkeys
with optimistic prospects of saviour from slaughter
but capture is imminent no matter what dialogue
is relayed between those whose convictions never waver

whore squanderer, playground wanderer
randomly stalking his prey like an amateur
i'll always be a nusiance
to lacklustre zombies roaming around with egg on their faces
my autobiography paced decidedly slow
ends anticlimactically, nobody anchored by ghosts.

i wallow and repeat
a slick sheet of thunder
subtitled with a sigh
"nice one" he replied
if only i could pull the wool like that
cut off all my ties
casually and without effect
then i would be a genuine faker like the rest

(genuine) faker (just like the rest) i'm a....

i start to double take
rub out my eyes
coughing at a rate
hindsight proves me late
makes me out to be ungrateful
for those measly scraps of companionship
and those lingering strains of suicide

(genuine) faker (just like the rest) i'm a....