ABL017

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released February 14, 2010

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retconned Knoxville, Tennessee

Synthpunk in the vein of Suicide, Primitive Calculators, The Screamers. Retconned’s early material combined the primitive, minimal wave melodies of Martin Rev or Dark Day with digital noise, aliasing effects, and confounding, neuraesthenic vocal performances. Later material became increasingly instrumental, somber, and saturated, and began to take on aspects of kosmische and drone. ... more

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Track Name: 4049669
911 busy. Call back later. Run across the upper layer. Don’t look through the cracks in the floor – you’re tied to the rotting supports. Broken windows, furloughed workers sitting on our rotting porches. Rock the baby, tell our stories: the things we saw when we were tourists. And my back in the day speech will remain undelivered. The future is for alien tongues with no interest in our pidgin. Fire, the sun, ashes – here we come.
Track Name: High and Rising
Here I sit in traffic and I traffic in shit on my way to get underpaid and subcontract it. Digging the dirt of this necropolis, and what can we find here? Grave robbing our kids. Down in the basement of this house that jack built, ripping the pipes out to put food in our mouths. Sit home and wonder just what to do: put your food on our table or give ours to you? As stomachs rumble, the rubble is unremoved, and we pool our wages and wager paycheck to paycheck. Up in the rafters of these bastards’ heads: we’re playing with matches, they're lying in our beds.