NNT#040 The Bug - What's Buggin' You? Tape

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    After over a year of throbbin’ and writhin’ underground, these freaks have finally unleashed the first wave of an ongoing infestation. The Bug takes cues from Die Krueten, Mecht Mensch, and Wrangler Butes to make music as bratty and annoying as the members themselves. This little piece of rectanguloid plastic trash contains six tracks of contentious, screeching noise played at 78rpm, of palpable cynicsm and contempt for the human turd, of rejection of punk as a marketing gimmick. The real fucking deal. Comes with three color, 8.5 x 14" xerox insert, with lyrics and "explanations".

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1.
Buzz 02:27
Mother calls I feel the itching The reflexive twitch from pitches shifting Feel the pulse through writhing city streets We buzz as interests wax and wane Seven billion hummed to sleep Feeling anxious? Feel that ancient, anxious itch? Feel that dark void dissipate With just one word from mother's lips Two ever present digits move in tandem with my own Seven billion radiate toward your incandescent glow Buzz I buzz I buzz I bzzzzzzzzz (Free will, self-knowledge, creativity, absurdity, indeed all variety and color and flavor have been phased out, an autonomous, self-perpetuating mass of dull grey husks left in their stead.)
2.
Long face hints at imminent gripe Silently suffering, sensitive type Engaging conversationalist Skeptic/sensationalist The twist? This twit throws fits for reactions Pull from a hole, stretched from a fraction The ends and the means: pure self-satisfaction Long face, how do you do? Tell the truth, what's buggin' you? Long face, tell the truth What's bug-, what's bug-, what's buggin' you? Can you pout while you stomp? Can you stomp while you spit? Do you soil yourself and blame someone else for the shit? Senseless crap from a toothless gap An endless yap yap yap yap yap yap (The loudest mouth in the room always has the least to say.)
3.
Light creeps in Piercing screech at 5 AM Nasal whine out the receiving end Trails you right back to bed B.A.G.H.D.D.T. Memetics mold reality Is that you leaking from your head? Just go back to bed Night creeps in A noted and observed disturbance Reach tacit resignation with Mistrusting your own reflection B.A.G.H.D.D.T Memetics mold reality Is that you leaking from your head? Fuck off back to bed Who can't help but change the subject? Who flunked a generation? Who abandoned those they'd orphaned And left 'em to who'd take 'em? E T C (It's no coincidence they close schools in the same neighborhoods with cameras on every corner. It's no coincidence they criminalize the survival of people of color. It's no surprise they make us hate ourselves.)
4.
No Shit 01:53
(i) Static, dad's trailing off again Static, indelibly etched Static, criss-cross, criss-cross It's only 9 PM and we're all ten-, ten-, tense Or maybe just a little red from being red? You're blue, he's green, she's red Angry? Embarrassed? Agitated and pacing from certain discomforting revelations? Feign interest for ninety seconds Or indulge in the nine million possibilities imprinted in your ass? No shit? (ii) Heroes spun out puds who fucking flub it Scrubbed 'til you can't catch three decades of forced adjustment Wal-mart greeters putter closer, keep tabs on favorite brands of bread While the fawning nation ignores another American father and son laid dead Shock! Awe! No shit, no shit No shit, no shit, no shit Who can't help but change the subject? Who tanked a generation? Who abandoned those they'd orphaned to the first family'd fucking take 'em? Whose mouth made a promise to watch another take it back And mutters a steady stream of slurs as the screen click-clacks to black? Shock! Awe! No shit, no shit No shit, no shit, no shit (i)(Nobody wants to be the fucker who ruined it for everybody else) (ii)(How many times does 3,000 go into 350,000? 5 into 2,100? How many times can you stick your nose in someone else's business before you come up with shit on it?)
5.
Bad Seeds 01:36
6.
Came to the wrong place seeking forgiveness Two fingers spread the ashes Father folds his hands under when done But my mother never wavered from grudges And I am my mother's son Supplicant's beseechin' Touch lips to where the smack met the hand But I ain't no preacher teachin' I ain't no better man Such profound distinctions Born from such subtleties Rote litanies of youth Barely escape your lips Tied in tongues on the seventh Penance paid for the first through the sixth Supplicant's beseechin' Touch lips to where the smack met the hand But I ain't no preacher teachin' I ain't no better man Such subtle privations Can bring a man to his knees Let down, karma bummed Son of a son of a gun (No one's here to hold your hand. Take your hackneyed, reactionary bullshit back to daddy's on Sunday)

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released February 20, 2015

Recorded by Amos Pitsch. Mastered by Will Killingsworth.

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