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released February 14, 2017

Retconned: electronics, vocals, production. Joshua Fauver: electric bass and guitar. James Joyce: acoustic drums. Recorded 2015-2016. Additional recording at the Living Room, Atlanta GA, with Edward Rawls and Justin McKnight. Additional production and mastering by Travis Thatcher.


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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: Two Way Glass
Ear to door
Clutch the phone
Piss in jars
Roommates gone
As we’re trained
Splintered off
Shards and glue
Are the ends of things

Just singed wings
Just singed hair
Itching skins fit for queens
Blood stained books

Evidence can’t convince
Can't convince–no evidence

Can they see us or
Can they see through us?
A drink, a smoke, a weighted blanket
Two way glass or shattered glass
A smoke, a drink: nothing

A muscled jail
A weighted blanket
Burning in my head
Track Name: Solomon
It’s over
Over nothing
Nothing’s over
Over everything

Owners under
Ice we feel it’s
Water, steam, add
Red paint it is
Blood when baked
Take a girl
Take a boy
Cut it in half

Box the pieces
Bake the pieces
Birth the reasons
Split the wages
For the cycle
Spasming in front
Of your faces
Twist the bodies

Cut them
Burn it in half
Cut half in half
Cut half in half
Burn down again
Track Name: Chain
It’s lock and seize
Drink in your face
Electrified cages
Dumpsters of means

Oh, lets place blame
Lines fork
Pests trapped in glasses
Like fleeting bad dreams

These cold chains
Afraid enraged
We fight, fly, freeze or fuck
Turn toward ourselves
Abandon epithets
Decapitate to take both ways out

Oh shattered self
Coiled enraged
Well, they locked us in
A flipped witness
They did us in
We'll make it sane
We can fake the shit
That remains

These chains
Ashamed, enraged
We fight, we fly, freeze or fuck
Turn toward ourselves
Abandon epithets
Decapitate to take both ways out
Track Name: Face Police
Mummified past the knees
Serve the mother’s needs
Sing a song, it’s a plea
Down the Nile
Across the stream
Costume jewelry

All at maximum
What we’re acting on
Itches we aren’t scratching and
Welcome to broken home

Worship father’s feet
Ossified sweat, and dream

Breath fails
Run, turn tail
Cut all offense off
Cut offense off

Now we’ll play their roles
Makeup their makeup
Their plans soiled
Subjects shift for them
Track Name: Hyacinth
Hit the mattress
Repeat today’s broken oath
A thousand flowers, or a single hyacinth
Intrusive thoughts or new hopes?

Prophetess lies, a hole in your mind
Pulling out all your hair
Mother, may I revive scenes of nosebleeds?
A telepathic affair
Between afraid and scared

Flip a coin
Do or don’t want it
Imperfect panic attack
That’s how we foment connections
Or is it all things but that?
Predate the predatory pack

A bucket or a body
Holes throughout it
Half remember these early offenses
Even if we both loose our wits
Repeat what the chorus said
Track Name: Red Milk
Ripe fruits of stale reasons
Connected and coiled
Disconnected and cold

Fear revived
No parade in sight

And willful
Without reason
Revenge of the
Frigid insights

We’ve only our names
Like badges built of brain

Stiff bodies
No decay
In their cribs
In your stained silk sheets

The names have names
And they are many
Those names have names
They are many
Like the drooling multitudes I rise
From their remains

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