tickle lacquer fungus origami
flagellum crank sphincter gypsy
illegible spiral caveman bison
knot sliced flu pop
pork boil igloo multiplier
elephant nut swelling pyramid
juicy hemorrhoid corn market
obfuscate hillary shingle basket
melancholy laplace pavement spittle
hairlip ladle tripod pie
cork cusp dingo flakes
crumple ridge sudsy claw
sebum suction bubbles stilts

performance:

michael ambro: backing voice | guitar | noises

jason harvey: backing voice | bass guitar | noises

paul ambro: backing voice | guitar | noises | voice

dennis harvey: backing voice | keyboards | noises | percussion

composition/production:

michael ambro: composition | lyrics

paul ambro: composition | lyrics

jason harvey: composition | lyrics | mixing | recording

dennis harvey: composition | lyrics | mastering | mixing | production | recording

all sounds by anna harris

extra performance:

dennis harvey: keyboards

extra composition/production:

dennis harvey: mastering

performance:

jason harvey: bass guitar

michael ambro: guitar

paul ambro: guitar

dennis harvey: keyboards | noises | voice

composition/production:

jason harvey: composition

paul ambro: composition

michael ambro: composition

dennis harvey: composition | mastering | mixing | production | recording

notes:

... My filthy apartment, smelly sheets, the alarm clock beeping, sunlight streaming through curtains. I'd woken up in strange places so many times in the past few hours that I was beginning to feel like a character in an overproduced, career-destroying, self-indulgent concept album, but here I was, back at home, terrible anthem rock pouring out of the transistor radio. I breathed a sigh of relief and got up, fixed myself a vodka tonic, lit a cigarette, and felt refleshed as I sat down to pore over my latest research into the Multi-Mouth case. A ring kept popping up in the story, an ancient symbol tied with whatever data I had on Multi-Mouth, and it wasn't long before I connected the bots - they were being used as some sort of vessels for his sick plans, robots imbued with the spirits of his misshapen slaves from another world. That's why the clown led me to robo-hood, that's why some of the robots didn't go gangster on me the night of the drive-by - they were still holding on to their original computational circuitry, or however that nerd stuff worked ...

performance:

dennis harvey: all instruments | noises | voice

composition/production:

dennis harvey: composition | mixing | production | recording

performance:

matthew mccrary: acoustic guitar | voice

dennis harvey: keyboards

composition/production:

dennis harvey: mastering | mixing | production | recording

This track is a live performance or was recorded in one take.

performance:

jason harvey: bass guitar

paul ambro: guitar

michael ambro: guitar

dennis harvey: keyboards

composition/production:

michael ambro: composition

jason harvey: composition

paul ambro: composition

dennis harvey: composition | mastering | mixing | production | recording

performance:

matthew mccrary: guitar | voice

dennis harvey: drums

composition/production:

dennis harvey: mastering | mixing | production | recording

This track is a live performance or was recorded in one take.

Charlatan brought such quality to the captivated crowd
But all along there were traps under their feet

In retrospect, there were such signs and signals
None of us recognized his photo on the walls
All we knew was that shiny things were so very pretty
Blanketed, choking on jewels in our jaws

Stop chanting and beating your chest
There's no cops
They've been chained in the cells and the stocks
Shut your eyes as the other shoe drops
Give a smile for the firing squad

Photographed, our mouths like open windows
Films and flags fought off the last of our resolve
The charlatan tripped the traps
We plunged feet-first into the gaps
Applauding as the earth collapsed

Pause
Your microscopes yield no fundamental flaws
Fall asleep to the clenching of jaws
When you wake up
Your eyes will be crossed from the blunt trauma of public relations

Charlatan brought such quality to the captivated crowd
But all along there were traps under their feet
Charlatan brought such falsity to the captivated crowd
But all along they were swallowing deceit
Charlatan brought such guarantees to the captivated crowd
But all along they were celebrating defeat
All along they were swallowing deceit
All along there were traps under their feet

performance:

dennis harvey: all instruments | voice

composition/production:

dennis harvey: composition | lyrics | mastering | mixing | production | recording

performance:

dennis harvey: all instruments

composition/production:

dennis harvey: composition | mixing | production | recording

all sounds by various artists

extra composition/production:

dennis harvey: mastering | mixing | production | recording