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one, two, three, four, fuck.

by FezBastard

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1.
Ashes 01:48
He's drunk off the power he stole off the masses. Let's cook up some ashes and show him how things are done here. A car, the straight, a bomb. The gut-wrenching feeling that spews from your lung. Have you seen the man speaking? His conscience is strong. Watch him weep as he takes one more hit from the bong. He's drunk off the power. He stole it. Took acid. Let's cook up some ashes and show him how things are done... WRONG!!!! Beware of the man who has no set of views. Who know what he wants. He has nothing to lose. A car, the straight, the bomb a gun that he points at you laughing when something's gone wrong. Have you thought of retrieving the power that's gone? With a blink of an eye and a twist of an arm. They all weep together, but we sing along. Let's cook up some ashes and show him how things are done WRONG!!!!! When the dust storm attacks with a butterfly axe. WRONG!!!!! When the blood and the sand becomes one in your hands. WRONG!!!! When the smog in the distance pulls time with insistence. WRONG!!!! Like you've drunk all the ashes and acid and stop taking turns.
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Thor 03:09
Shit stain attacks with the beat of an axe your rotting thorax still says “lord may you save me!” as your words turn to gum and your bubblemint run can't save you from what you've become you trust faith you think candyflip shores and medicine whores are beyond the doors in your God-adled head but the truth of the other, you're sure to discover from your tar-ridden bed is you'll never recover. HAIL THOR! The cross turns to worms and *** ******** ****. HAIL THOR! The synagogue's swiped and the temples ignite. HAIL THOR! Cathedrals implode into Rastafa's nose. HAIL THOR! The devil's impaled and the Anti-God's hailed. And the new dawn is come heathens together as one on the cusp of a fall you are free don't save me. The magic is dead that was all in your heads. Oh to lie through the teeth brings back pleasant relief. Go back to the chorus mother fucker! HAIL THOR! Free from the evil of us fearing evil HAIL THOR! I wanna come clean, it's all like a wet dream.
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Hepsi Ayni 02:43
Hepsi Anyi!
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Ketamine 02:22
ketamine nicotine sumit on living clean pick up yourself and make a scene in the name of pretense in the name of pretense look at me by the polls come in today see my name means more than you can say in the name of pretense in the name of pretense Here we are! A creep-stained, bull-stripped living corpse. The shit stains dripping on the floor in the name of pretense in the name of pretense skulls regret the rim job smitten living dead let the bright light burn your eyes instead. In the name of pretense In the name of pretense ………………………….. very long………….. (that’s what she said).
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C-19 01:45
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OneRedShort 03:39
`Hey you wanna break a `brand new slap-dash `dirt storm karandash `top Trumps left you a `brainwash rash. A `cum drone burrows down `to the bone let go `hot burn hurt snack `all the concepts `out of whack. `All this time bodies `out of line while the `beach dries don’t lie `soul sack tour trap – `slap it back. `Dig dirt pig work. `Piss shite pinstripe. `Blood splats dines with the `autocrat’s rhyme of a `beeline thought crime. You swallow lies of blackest semen. Your credit card affords your freedom. She pulls the wool down from the start. You live like shit it breaks your heart. On and on heads swarm like bees. It’s not a green that feeds anarchy. It’s not a trojan horse it’s dirt. Stupid child you’ve never been hurt. chorus You’re `one red short of a picket line. You’re a `hipster short of a flower child. Your `pipedreams tar on this and that. you’re a `one-stop ticket from a gulag smile! You’ve `added up to shit it out – a `referendum short of a coup d’etat. You’re `one match short of an arse on face. It’s `funny when the brainwaves `crack and the spirits `bile! Repeat chorus.
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`Uproar! `Skunk punk! `Paranoid! `Slut drunk! `Get behind the yellow line. `Get behind the `towel tramp, boot camp. `Break glass. `Get past. `Online. `Thought crime. `Carry black flags `down the street. `Knock down blue turds, `skinheads get hurt. `Uptight, downright, `heavy on the fog light. `Pre-pay, post-splay `don’t forget the pepper spray. Do you `think they would’ve thought so `much of me? Do you `think they would’ve thought so `much of me? `Disc slip, soul whip, `don’t forget the BB skip. `Pre-dawn, fore-warned `carry broken bodies home. Do you `think they would’ve thought so `much of me? Do you `think they would’ve thought so `much of me? Do you `think they would’ve thought so `much of me? Do you `think they would’ve thought so `much of me? Do you `think they would’ve thought so `much of me? Do you `think they would’ve thought so `much of me? Do you `think they would’ve thought so `much of me? Do you `think they would’ve thought so `much of me?
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Fuck 'you and your cold aspi'rations of doom the 'blood in the 'champagne the 'caviar the 'cocaine her 'hand's on the 'money he'll 'be here soon Are you tired from all the sins you’ve committed? Why are you hiding behind this crest of sorrow? the last 'blood drop of ice from the 'elephant's lungs starts to 'dribble and stare at these 'safe pair of hands Was that the end of the story? And where is the moral? Empty streets. Darkness. Light in the mist. *****????? in the night. This 'Plovdiv girl's leaving, one 'hangs from the ceiling we don't 'do things like this with the 'bread knife, the 'bliss of her 'hands on the money he'll 'be here soon … Money sliding through your buttery fingers. The rotten smell of cold success lingers. Fuck 'you and your cold aspi'rations of doom the 'blood in the 'champagne the 'caviar the 'cocaine her 'hand's on the 'money he'll 'be here soon Bring out your martyrs. Let the rose blood shine. We are the hunters. And we turn into gold.
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Put a `carrot on a stick. He’s just a `fuck-buddy anyway. `Tell him that he’s deep. He’s just a `fuck-buddy anyway. `Leave him counting sheep. He’s just a `fuck-buddy anyway. `Don’t dig too deep. `Kiss the water. `Have you ever tried to be a `carrier for kleptocrats? While `barriers, diplomattacks are `slipping through the banker’s cracks? `We’re not going to leave until we’ve got some! `Are you so unique that you can’t get one? Repeat. A lot.
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Outro 00:57

about

When we formed Fez Bastard, a kind of silly angry shouty electronic band with an unhealthy obsession with masks, we based it on two simple principles:

"fun over quality"

and

"creativity over professionalism."

Because fuck quality and definitely fuck professionalism.

Since Napster and the MP3 revolution musicians, artists and bands have been forced into a corner -- do it yourself or die.

Gone are the days when you would just form a kickass band and wait for a label to pick you up and take care of everything.

Now bands need to do the tour management, the marketing, the sales, supervise the album pressing and, in some cases, studio engineering, post production and mastering.

All by themselves.

Basically what the DIY scene was doing all along.

Paradoxically, though, this has not led to the DIY values extending to the rest of the music industry.

Instead of embracing solidarity, mutual support, fostering local and regional scenes and so on, many musicians have turned towards entrepreneurship, social media marketing, image control and a dark obsession with "professionalism" that has taken all the joy out of music and the culture surrounding it.

An elitism that centres around "doing things the right way" and "making sure you remain appealing to the audience."

All of this stifles the joy of a music scene as well as the creative process.

And we say, "Yeah -- fuck that thanks."

Hence: Fun over Quality and Creativity over Professionalism.

And our ridiculous love of masks, lack of coherent vision and doing things WRONG.

And it's in this spirit that we set about creating this..

At first, we simply wanted to launch our album on video.

We were already putting it out on tape, so we thought, "What the fuck. Let's put it out on video, too."

Then we realised our album was 35 minutes long, and most videos are over 2 hours.

So we thought, "OK. We can fill that up."

We tried. And failed.

Then we thought, "Hey! Let's get other people involved!"

And we did.

And now we have a massive beast on our hands.

This album, that you can get digitally here, or on cassette.

But also a 2-hour-20-minute long VHS of fucked up animations, music videos, fake adverts, film trailers for films that will never be made and much more.

As more and more amazing artists from all over the world, artists with a strong instinct for what makes a scene great, got involved, the more the concept developed.

The concept of a "found VHS."

The VHS we are launching on the 24th Oct at Fabrika Avtonomia is a video recorded off some long-forgotten channel from the late 80s called Keith TV.

So once again.

Fun over Quality.

Creativity over Professionalism.

And let's all just do things WRONG!

credits

released October 24, 2020

All backing tracks, mixing, mastering and electronic composition by Gabriel EA Clark except for Hepsi Anyni, which was composed by Gabriel EA Clark and mixed and mastered by Matt Loftin.

All lyrics by Gabriel EA Clark and Radi Cali.

Backing tracks mostly composed on Jeskola Buzz.

Vocals recorded and engineered by Tony Shchnitter at Сигнали и Системи Studio, Plovdiv, Bulgaria, kindly rented out by the Socialist Party of Bulgaria.

infinte thanks, hugs, kisses and fist bumps to: ivan shentov; fabrika avtonomia; anton atanasov; nik nikolov and tony schnitter; ana bo; icu, desi and My Fury; boyan avramov & aeon sessions; plamen; nik and nihilistic front; margo the synth man; chris and marina at the laboratory village; martin panchev aka dj tapwater; libetarian boy and heroic communist destroyer zdravko and xradyo; anton and the bluff corpse crew; quite polite corpse; arthur smitt; nathaniel bug; lisa miller; mitch brezounek

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FezBastard Bulgaria

Gabriel EA Clark
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Radi Cali


Fun over Quality
Creativity over Professionalism

Plovdiv/Bulgaria

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