Meth Metal

BS-055 Secret Prostitutes / Cola Freaks - Split 12"

An Evening Woman once defecated at me, "I smoke rock all day to turn my tricks all night!" She was a genius. Smoking rock all day to turn your tricks so you can afford to smoke rock all day is a hobby worth having. This slab isn't far off.  Our favorite bunch of Cola Freaks give us one last blow out, while some Secret Prostitutes continue to turn their tricks. How about a double dose?

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Black vinyl edition one-time-only pressing of 1000. Co-released with our friends at Bad Hair Life and Death Exclamations.

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Listen to the track "Vi er på vej" here:

Listen to "Track 10" here:

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BS-017 Secret Prostitutes - Fantasi Di Auschwitz 7"

Re-press of the great eight song 7" music record for music record players.

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Clear vinyl edition of 300 with hand screened covers on "woven" paper.

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Listen to the track "Masa Depan Sur Am" here:  

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BS-039 LOGNHALSMOTTAGNINGEN - Billigtforpackadstandardpunk 7"


It's a shame you fell asleep with all of that speed up your nose. How did you do that? Was it because your stupid fucking moustache leapt off of your lip and started using your dumb face as a punching bag? How did that happen? Well the waking nightmare isn't over because that last breathe you took lodged another dose of the devil inside of your sinuses. You're wide awake and your pants are down. The moustache is cradling two tiny Hitler moustache children and telling you to get the fuck out of it's house, setting the hairy lads down only long enough to throw some meatballs at you. The Swedish meatballs fly towards you and start screaming. You've got no clue what they're saying but you better pack your shit and get lost. You bounce between walls and find a pair of socks, but you leave your pants behind. It's easy to be distracted when meatballs are on your shoulder headbanging against your neck and screaching into your ear drums. You look back long enough to see the moustache waving goodbye and starting to cry. It's time to start over.

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Edition of 300 on brown and black vinyl with hand screened sleeves on grocery bags.

Listen to the track "A1" Here:

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