Friday, July 4, 2014

You don't have to be American...to be an American.

BS-120 Rajayttajat - Awopbopaloopop Alopbam RAJA! LP

 It's Sunday and stadium is filled with sweat-caked, pot-bellied and beer-stained upstarts whose thirst for twisted metal is only equal to that of the 20 oz. contents held within tiny tin refrigerator grasped in greasy hands. Now consumed, vehicle once containing hops and water is placed firmly against palm and pressed against forehead until satisfying crunch has turned can into useless metallic pancake. An action to mirror the carnage taking place on the stadium grounds. As Working Man reaches into his ice chest for another cool one, he hears the rush of a hundred engines ignite inside of his ears. Working Man is pleased. Working Man has been waiting all week for this. The metal beasts roar below him and he watches as they perform their suicide dance. Twisting and shouting, shaking and burning. A tire rips through the crowd and sends the onlookers into a bloodied frenzy. It's Sunday. This is the Gospel.

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USA edition on red, white, blue or black vinyl. Housed in heavy tip-on gate-fold sleeve with 20x20 full color poster by Vilunki 3000.  




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BSLS-04 Baddat For Trubbel - LIVE PA NOBE 12-30-2012 LP

For the first installment in a series of upcoming live recordings for Bat Shit Records it is a great pleasure to offer Sweden's, Baddat For Trubbel. This project has been many years in the making with talks starting when Shit Music was just a year old. Now in the fifth year of the labels confusing history, we're all very proud to release Baddat For Trubbel - Live Pa Nobe LP. Recorded on the Eve of 2013, a small few were able to attend this outing by invitation to enjoy one of Sweden's greatest and partake in this incredible live recording. The energy displayed by the band and it's audience is truly an experience to consume your attention. As the year turned and the beer poured, the night was being captured for those who couldn't attend one of the best parties of the evening.

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Edition of 500 on black vinyl with hand assembled sleeves.



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Thursday, October 31, 2013

Insomnia

New releases available now alongside some other Bat Shit related items in the store.

Sunday, May 5, 2013

Show Me Decay

BS-029 His Electro Blue Voice - White Wall 7"

Deep Sea diving has taken a tremendous toll on your body, but you've decided to run the gamut of another great exploration. Ready to fill in each and every gap that you may have missed from previous excursions. Adrenaline courses through you as various endorphins eclipse your very being. Your chest tells you that this will be your final plunge and you drop backward into the abyss. Swirling around you are lush atmospheres and creatures of alien nature. Are you even on the same planet? Light fades as the sky falls away. Sinking and sinking again. A small light appears in the distant waters and you follow without thought. You blink and when your eyes open you're surrounded by complete darkness and you feel as though you've been awoken from a lengthy slumber. The sensation is both soothing and dreadful. When you blink again the light that follows is blinding. Tiny bulbs hover around you and guide you into a tunnel. Your chest sends you a painful reminder. The blanket of light leads you through many corridors and you start to feel the unrelenting clutch of tremendous pressure. As your mysterious guides push you through their liquid maze you begin to see the tiny bulbs fade one by one. The pressure is excruciating. You enter another passage and are again entombed in darkness. The sound that follows is deafening and delivers a greater pain than the hold the ocean has on your organs. If you find a surface to grasp onto, perhaps you can collect yourself and release the paranoia that's shaking you. You grab hold of a leathery, organic surface and the paranoia takes complete control of you. It's easy to go crazy when you realize you've been swallowed.


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Edition of 300 on red and black vinyl with full color printed jackets.




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Listen to the track "Abuser" here: 



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BS-028 Pierre and Bastien - Cancer 7"

It's becoming apparent that the disease is growing out of control. The chemical machine guns that were sent to attack it have failed and the battle seems lost. The bodies inside continue growing and taking on life of their own. The extra tissue demands control and won't relinquish until it corrupts it's host entirely. As the strange intruders reach new mass it becomes evident that the host is being submitted to an unnatural evolution. Twisting and contorting, farming and leaching on the good stuff, leaving behind a desert of destructive units and necrotic cells. Beyond the wasteland a new body emerges. It isn't the end, it's a different beginning. 

                                                         
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Edition of 300 on black vinyl with hand painted sleeves.





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Watch the video for "Cancer" Here:


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BS-040 The Kurws - Dziura W Getcie LP


The family inside of the clock invites you into their home. They live in a clock and it's really nice of them to have you over because there isn't a lot of room in there, but there's so much going on. Not too many people get to spend time in their clock home. Aren't you lucky? They learn new things all of the time, and now they want to teach you what time has taught them so well. Since you're here, pull up a seat and stare at all of the gears and cranks. They appear to be dancing. It's funny watching them twitch in and out of sync. Your ears perk up because they start to make goofy noises. Now you're frowning because you realize they are making fun of you and you look around to see the family in the clock pointing and laughing. Why are your pants wet? That must be frustrating. The laughter rises and tears start welling in your eyes. This is the worst thing that's ever happened to you. You must have had it pretty easy. As you pick yourself up prepared to run screaming out of Casa Clock something takes hold of you. Your feet move, but not towards the door. You start dancing like a complete idiot, wiggling your finger in the air and laughing hysterically. You only needed a little time to get used to things in the clock home and now you're just one of the gears.


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Edition of 300 on pink, clear or white vinyl with full color jackets.



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Listen to the track "Koszmar Gramsciego" Here:




While you're at it, watch a promo clip for the album here:


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BS-050 Tarantisimo Summit Vol III. Solitary Mutant Series II LP

Now that the ship has returned from it's interstellar adventure it's been hard to carry on knowing that there is so much more waiting for you. You stumble through the ashes of your planet without care of the desolate skeleton it's become. The year long abduction into unknown atmospheres was the highlight of your low existence. Now it seems that you're only capable of meandering through countless heaps of trash and lifeless bodies. Woe is you. You release a sigh and start picking at the teeth of some sad dead sap when you feel cold steel against the back of your neck. A smile runs across your face. Maybe your captors have returned to take you back with them to destroy some other lowly planet full of overly entitled miscreants. Instead you turn only to find that some rotting animal slithered off of a pile of bodies and it's cold nose struck you while you were day dreaming about otherworldly nightmares.  You notice a blade stemming from the beasts abdomen and pull it out with ease. Your mind wanders briefly while you hold the blade to your throat, and as you begin to apply pressure ecstasy overwhelms you when a beam of light rains down upon your dreadful being. They have returned.

                                                          
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Edition of 300 on purple or black vinyl with full color jackets and featuring liner notes by Steven Peffer.



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Listen to the track " Polarized Fields of Shit" Featuring Gary Wrong and JNY LZR here:


Listen to the track "Novara Prison" by ALX NVA here:



Listen to the track "Nameless Mountain Pt. II" by Xunholm here:



Listen to the track "UVB-76" by JNY LZR here:



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Saturday, April 20, 2013

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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Friday, March 1, 2013

Useless

1/2 - 1 INUTILI - Satori / Useless Asshole 12"


They said to send the monkey. Instead you decided to strap your helmet and boots on and jump right into the galactic deep end. Never mind that your vessel hasn't been thoroughly tested for skull crushing pressure or incinerating heat. Whatever. You know what you're doing. As you buckle up and fiddle with the knobs to provide sufficient oxygen into your marshmallow track suit, the lights flicker off and the high-speed mobile phallus ejects itself skyward. None of this was supposed to happen, but you grip onto your seat and let the waves of engine noise wash over you. You've never seen the world around you shrink so quickly and begin to feel a tightness envelope your entire body. Slowly clutching you like a grip from the mighty anaconda. Light diminishes and the sky grows darker. You begin to hyperventilate and your eyes throb and shake and you swear they were looking inward upon themselves. Sparks rain all around you as the wires hiss. You take off your helmet and flame engulfs you, melting your skin and charring your skull while you're sitting there laughing. It was completely USELESS. Congratulations.

Mission Complete. You've launched yourself into oblivion.

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Presented in an edition of 200 with 2 alternate covers by Bat Shit and Goodbye Boozy Records.








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Listen to the track "Satori" here:




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Europe and elsewhere please purchase from Goodbye Boozy Records

Wednesday, October 31, 2012

Huevos


BS-030 Dave Rata - Hallucigenia LP

Fear is an approach to life that coincides with the unknown horrors it may bring. Lurking in your shadow could be the ghastly fate that devours your every move. A phobia of darkness closing in around you, sucking at your soul and violating every corner of your mind. A premonition that resembles the moments between birth and your inevitable doom. The slow death that may well be a blade lowering upon your abdomen, tentacles squeezing the last breathe from your body, vengeance from beyond the grave, inherited guilt. Every day you see, hear and smell it. Sometimes you can even taste it. It's delicious. It tortures you. Your body salivates for its welcoming embrace and you follow the stink to wherever it leads. A tree looms over the dry, sticky destination and the journey finds it's demise at the end of a rope.

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-Edition of 300 copies-
100 on Death's Shadow (Mail Order/Tour Exclusive). 200 on Total Darkness.




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Listen to the opening track here:





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BS-014 Ratas Del Vaticano - Rafagueados 2x7"

Nothing is free. Your freedom has always been at stake and there has never been anything you can do about it. Tough shit. Quit whining, you fucking sissy. Go vote and make yourself feel better?
Fuck that. Get pissed. Grab hold of what liberties you have and take complete advantage of it. Does it matter? Probably not. But you can piss on it with a finger in the air while you watch it go down the drain. It's the law.
No politico.

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-Edition of 500 copies in gate-fold covers-
100 on White Devil (Mail Order/Tour Exclusive). 400 on Black Devil.







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Listen to "Ojo De Hormiga" here:





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