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The Brutalizer

by (Fucking) Caves

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1.
Abra-Cadaver 00:49
Let's go... We got 60 beers and we're psyched, it's fucking time to drink. Crack one open, chug that shit... DRUNK. Passing out behind the wheel. Crashing through the guard rail. No one can stop us we're like a freight train running on alcohol... COLLISION! Pull yourself together. I got a better idea now... Let's drink ourselves to heart-attacks!
2.
A swinging fist - he missed - a wrist twist, Hideously hammering his head with hits until he's helpless. I dismissed but now I insist. The more I persist, the less you resist. You know we could never co-exist in this. Now you're down... From the raging blow to your skull, and when you come to... you're in a bag in my trunk. Bones split, muscles twitch. DESTROY HIM! DESTROY HIM! No stitches. DESTROY HIM! I could write a very long list, of all the reasons to throw you in a ditch, which switches my clenched fist to a broken wrist. I dismissed but now I insist. The more I persist, the less you resist. You know we could never co-exist. I'm gonna rip out that motherfuckers kidneys.
3.
Rusty Cross 00:27
They're surrounding in packs with their crucifixes drawn. SHOOT FIRST! SHOOT FIRST! Fire at me - your scriptures. Literal fiction isn't fiction at all. Summon your droids, influential girls and boys. IT'S BLASPHEMY! IT'S BLASPHEMY! I'd like to see you try and brainwash me.
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4,3,2,1 DETONATE! Combustion is the latest form of self-destruction. Blackened flesh blown back into your seat melds charred fabric. I've never seen a person smolder. I did not want to be one that had to peel your out of that fucking chair. How can one person burn inside so much that their body explodes? I saw the look on your families face when the coroner told you were paste... Just a paste.
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released May 26, 2009

Pete Carlson: Vocals, Kyle Curley: Lead Guitar, Kenny Gratto: Bass, Jarret Blinkhorn: Rhythm Guitar, Joe Casey: Drums

Recorded & Mixed by Pete Carlson.
Recorded in the basement of 141 Bath St. - Providence, RI

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(Fucking) Caves Providence, Rhode Island

Awkward dudes that used to make awkward punk rock.

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