1. |
Mobilocalypse
00:42
|
|||
|
Attention! Attention! Please be advised...
We are The Mormons and we are here to rock out correctly!
Please leave your homes. There is nowhere safe to go!
|
||||
2. |
Land Shrimp & Long Pork
03:19
|
|||
|
Gauntlets studded in broken teeth
Femur bone blades without sheaths
Tunics taken from human hides
Of scalped hair cod pieces plied
Land shrimp and long pork in bubbling vats
Skewers of flame broiled rotisserie rats
Break bread from Candida yeast
Now it’s time for an Egyptian feast!
Don a necklace strung with ears
This leftover fat will keep for years
Human lamp shades shed new light on how our food is made
Insects scatter, it’s been so long since they’ve been afraid
“What is not worn will be eaten”
Credo of the no waste wasteland cretins
With hard times come hard rules
Nomadic mutants and gourmet ghouls
Sustenance sustained, clothing provided
How long will these luxuries keep the clans divided?
United in death, devoured in life
Eat and wear your fellow man, we all do the best we can
|
||||
3. |
Spectral Sleepworm
02:59
|
|||
|
It’s a new virus
First of its kind
Spectral Sleepworm
Wrapped around the spine
It’s a new virus
Contracted from a nightmare
Dreamscape waiting room
Still beats urgent care
Wake up and go to sleep
Wake up and go to sleep, my dear
Slumber is safe again, so is your cortex
Spectral sleepworm return to the vortex
Things left behind and forgotten
Post twilight parasite, shriveled and so rotten
It’s a new virus
White cell dream warriors
Destroy night noxious
It’s a new virus
Once thrived in the dark
Medical waste dreamcatcher
Expunges on mark
Awake refreshed and ready for battle
This new knight ride high in the saddle
Good days rest is all that you need
Defend yourself from dream master’s creed
|
||||
4. |
Razorburn Stigmata
02:10
|
|||
|
Ingrown hairs intersect within the neck
A painful growth, a wiry sect
This special structure exposes a perversion
Instilled at early age, vanities coercion
Reemerge as a post aesthetic pustule
When joining razor to skin in unholy nuptial
Enemy bacteria in large doses
Pushed to the surface, pussing roses
Reinforce transformation with each stroke
There is no antiseptic made to cope
Trapped in obsolete generational excess
Possessed by groomings, foreign objects
Mutated follicles rearrange facial structure
Abomination of the flesh about to rupture
|
||||
5. |
Easy Dancing
02:21
|
|||
|
Alpha Chumps swing from the chandeliers
Chomp at the bit and push down peers
I want to be one in my sleep
When dreams actualize I am a creep
Easy Dancing is the way to go
Tells me what I want them to know
That I have mastered this mating dance
Blood vessels fill my pants
A traction fire within my crotch
A healthy bulge connects the dots
Let me in...I want to pound
Place the lampshade like a crown
If you deny me, I masterbate
My ferocity is a healthy trait
Instinctual grind, sexual gore
Don’t you want a little more?
All I know is we mustn’t breed
Easy Dancing will waste my seed
Dry humping tends to end wet
Pleasure for all...it’s a sure bet
|
||||
6. |
Turkeynecks
03:22
|
|||
|
Viscous ropelike protein strands
Reverberate the cries of swollen glands
Throbbing carnal hydraulics
Red and raw
A copious push into
A gaping maw
Undulating endeavors
In plasmatic delight
Revolting extremities
In a futile fight
Headboards busting through the walls
Into a place where nature calls
Mons pubis within his range
An undercarriage ripe with strange
The rhythmic slapping is deafening
Primevil grunts never lessening
|
||||
7. |
Battle On!
02:44
|
|||
|
Who will inherit the streets when order falls?
A homoerotic space age feudal cabal!
Traverse the plains of cinder block life cycles
On waterpurifying stationary bicycles
Janitorial militiamen overdub
On scenes of primate purifiers that cease to scrub
Cybernetic ecologists with washboard abs
Here to destroy the fatprocessing labs
Lord Laysalot and The Clan of the Organic Bed
Wrestle with the weight of his engorged head
Disenfranchised metayouth of Dome 23
Terrorize the subyuppies of Sterile Zone C
Transgressive skin people of Flesh Port D
Sell their wares to Dump A43
|
||||
8. |
Armchair-Armchairs
03:17
|
|||
|
Sedentary adventurers rise from a comfy mire
In the seat of the pants, a revolutionary fire
Our armchairs have no use or function
There is nowhere left to sit in this junction
Lost is the logic of a comfortable place to have a seat
Forgotten dynamics of how body and cushion meet
Contemplating someone contemplating the void with a sandwich
Thousands of photocopied asses mutate into a new bandwidth
Distorting the picture with duplications of duplications
The prone position is finally on permanent vacation
Gone is the manifold under fabric and foam
No means of support...now we must roam
The wasteland that was a living room
Unravelling sense like a backwards loom
|
||||
9. |
||||
|
Fiberglass wasteland beyond the turnstile
Prefab armageddon, single file
Crude monuments to human strife
Speakers crackle, bring the long gone to life
Screaming children enveloped by cuddly casualties
(dispensing hugs)
Drink cola from a historical tragedy
(collector’s mug)
Screaming children enveloped by cuddly casualties
(dispensing hugs)
Drink cola from a historical tragedy
Watch wars waged again in protective gear
A reproduction of the present with 16 dollar beers
Plaster of Paris captures us oh so well
Painted eyes caught in streams of hell
|
||||
10. |
Bathroom Tumor
02:43
|
|||
|
Some say I’ve developed a bathroom tumor
Is it fact, or just another malignant rumor?
Some say I’m upright due to excess
Is it fact, or just another blabbing abscess?
Good posture due to intestinal impaction
Long for the days of anal contractions
Rising ranks of constipation
Solidified waste encases my spine
Fantasize about carrion floating in brine
I don’t know how I dug myself this hole
I look for the answers bobbing in the bowl
A fierce, forced knock at the door
My fragrant constitution slips from its core
A fierce, forced knock at the door...
Mandates are lost with flushed ambition
Aimlessly wandering the catacombs of nutrition
Mandates are lost with flushed ambition
|
||||
11. |
Surf God Is Great
03:03
|
|||
|
Catch 3rd gen revival waves
Born again surf soldiers kill to save
Joel’s army rides high on a crush of death
When whitecaps turn red, no one is left
Catch 3rd gen revival waves
Undulating holy ghost kill to save
Joel’s army rides high on a crush of death
Muhammad’s crew is back and no one’s left
Jihadist shredders meet the rapture in a foaming tube
Sea shells and infidels fall against the brood
The break goes on forever like a righteous fight
Broken boards bathed in pious light
Your last breath is a silent fight
|
||||
12. |
Recoupin'
03:49
|
|||
|
Categorize mistakes
In geometric form
What looks like a solid
Is actually a swarm
Whoopsies, boo boos, miscommunication
Humanity is holy hand manipulation
Learning from misshapes, a favored disfunction
Choose to see the beauty in mindless consumption
Let’s eat away the jumbled patterns of thought
Progress properly and sit and rot
Rot and sit, sit and rot, rot and sit
Don’t look back at the crack after
Falling on your ass
Perpetually break dancing
Out of recent past
|
||||
13. |
Circular Thought
03:35
|
|||
|
Streamline all ultraviolet rays
Monitor girth through a neoconscious haze
Happily gorge the way to appetite suppression
Microwaves trigger past life regression
Free thought in an easy to swallow pill
Civilization built upon malleable will
Circles of commercial dimensional breakdown
A generic rebellion trapped inside a shiftless mound
Vintage plagues ravage information extractors
Stand in line for the revolutionary ID compactors
|
||||
14. |
Red Steel Dawn
03:55
|
|||
|
Start out with school books...graduate to RPGs
End up a swordsman in the aftermath of World War III
Communist marauders of the final battle
Overlapping notes of society’s death rattle
Tap into your default fighting science
Preservation is more default fighting science
Joust upon the desert sands
Think back on the words that made you a man
“Avenge me!” is what your father cried
A fresher wound is the day Tark died
|
||||
15. |
||||
|
Mechanisms of Perseverance in the End Times featuring the Ramirez Family
|
||||
The Mormons Los Angeles, California
Rocking Out Correctly since 1998!
If you like The Mormons, you may also like:
Jagged post-punk from Sydney captures the sound of the ’70s in its acute angled guitars and detacted vocals.
go to album
R.M.F.C., the brainchild of 18-year-old musician Buz Clatworthy, lands a punk-rock one-two punch.
go to album
Guitars so jagged you could cut yourself on them and sneering spoken/sung lyrics make “Red Dirt” a post-punk powerhouse.
go to album
Simple Distractions EP
by Street Eaters
Bay Area punks Street Eaters expand their sound slightly on a new EP, which features guest vocals by Marissa from Screaming Females.
go to album
The debut from Transy Warhol is fierce and raucous garage punk from a distinctly queer perspective.
go to album
Even at their most pop-averse, D.C. post-hardcore band Tosser maintains an overwhelming knack for immediacy.
go to album
Gutsy rock & roll from this Brooklyn group bursting with hot-rodding riffs and snarling vocals, hearkening back to classic dark punk.
go to album
