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Cut Sleeves

by Bits of Shit

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    Debut album containing 13 tracks
    Includes download code, insert with lyrics and striking Rona Green cover art.
    Mastered by Mikey Young


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1.
F 03:21
2.
Rock Sing 02:14
We can’t stand new-age punk Jazzless, souless skating funk Look at us like we’re old and jaded We’re not fifteen, which is why we hate it. B.O.S.M.C, repo man Oscar the Grouch, in garbage can Take ‘em down, like so many pegs See how they dance without any legs Ear plugs, tattooed tears Playing music, we don’t want to hear Don’t fuck with my punk Don’t fuck: dead duck This be our modest proposal A blunt instrument: mass disposal Their rock’n’roll IS noise pollution A re-instatement of a final solution Ear plugs, tattooed tears Playing music, we don’t want to hear The seizure, seizure of control Synaesthesia Synaesthesia
3.
Ownership 01:03
Dinner was delicious very nice Exotic ingredients wild rice Amid the clatter of clutlery and dinners din We broke bread and made a toast to our richness within Ownership Can't get enough of it Ownership We own a pile of it Guests exploded in a frenzy of feed Theirs was a sacrament gelatinous greed Amid the clatter of clutlery and dinners din His white teeth remained on a whiter napkin
4.
Wedding Song 01:44
I ain't forgotten All gains ill-gotten I ain't forgotten All gains ill-gotten Like the smell that still lingers And the rings that fell off your fingers And the marriage manufactured Fused like glass set to be fractured No, I ain't forgotten No, I ain't forgotten We had a house we started with the cracks Our guests they ain't coming back Two kids playing an adult game You can't fix your identity by changing your name Before this Remember that
5.
Out Of Toon 01:54
Can’t get Air-fix its all Super-glue Can’t read good comics they‘re all cartoons The stickers on my ciggas say my health is screwed Scars and strife and Looney tunes Everything is diluted mediated through Like a picture through a window I look askew It cant get fucked it is already screwed High as a kite Altitude At the back of the bus for the longer ride The perfect product with no contents inside When everybody’s running I don’t bother to hide I sail through the middle of a Turning tide I love peanut butter The Humongous and Toe-cutter The Flying Purple People Eaters’ Retarded Brother.
6.
Patrol 02:14
Be careful out on Patrol free folk tend to roam Be careful out on Patrol don’t be a fool foretold Step between the Stones The white glow of a false dawn A ruinous doorway began to yawn Is it a home? Or is a tomb? A full litter of naked children Swarming the room Step between the stones Your enemy could not foresee the wire Now your enemy, is dancing on fire Now your enemy, is blackened like tyre Because your enemy could not foresee the wire.
7.
Red Blade 03:42
Red blade: won’t you shine for me tonight Red blade: slice slivers of moonlight Red blade: quick quivers of delight And a red-blade You go deliver the dare to vile dogs everywhere You go deliver the dare so vile dogs everywhere Will share my red-blade Red church: red people Red church: red steeple Red rivers: red coffins Red caps. Red capes Red monkeys. Red apes And a Red Blade.
8.
Traps 04:52
Bound in skin written in blood A clotted history buried in mud Part gorilla, part man, He set himself free M.D.M. SS-capee M- for malevolent A- for anarchy C- for chaos in the colony T- for the traps That wouldn’t let him be M.D.M SS-capee Running wild against the order, Howling at the moon he crossed the border But in brief time man-dog feared Had his head dispatched Then they scalped his beard He had a mad dog in his mind Mad dog, all of the time Kicking and a howling all of the time Digging for the bones of a Human-kind Now his sightless eyes propped open reflect The two black holes buried deep in his neck And this inscrutable land which will never yield Has closed up again like blood Congealed.
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Reign 01:32
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It’s a wonderful world that I live in I live in castle and wear animal skin I live the life that I imagine in Tally’s World There are beautiful things you’ve never tasted before And the air is thick like caramel You can eat all you want and there’s always more in Tally’s World There are forgotten games we will teach you to play All night, all time and all of the day and I’m sure you will want to stay in Tally’s World.
11.
Flunkies 04:50
In the halls of misfortune not all doors are open to offers If there’s one thing that we don’t favour It be your cop ‘n’ blow set, Lined up to love thy neighbor In the slammer of enrapture not all slaves have been captured If there’s one thing that we have found You can’t eat your way out of a garbage compound When we come around you tie your insurrections down Don’t you know our colors never run but they’ve always bled When up falls down There’ll be fury with no sound Don’t you know Three can keep a secret if two are dead
12.
Intro 01:49
13.
Orphan Age 02:15
Let me tell you about a book I found It was lying there on the ground Read a little read a lot Finished it off in the parking lot It was a revelation can't you see Green bible for you and me Page one: the storm had begun Page two: knew what to do Page three: was out of my tree Four: flat on the floor Five: the lights came on and cave come alive HAIL HAIL HAIL HAIL HAIL HAIL Get out of your cage All hail the Orphan-age We are kings and queens Soldiers in green Forever HAIL HAIL Shoot the sage All hail the Orphan-age

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Limited edition - 300 copies only - available at:

www.homelessvinyl.com.au

The download code included with the LP will make Cut Sleeves appear in your "Fan Collection".


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And thus, the band is Bits of Shit. These charmers have been around for about 3 and a half years, having morphed from another previous outfit, The Southernhay Orphans. The band consists of Danny on vocals, Andy on guitar, Elias on bass and Pete on drums. They've played over 50 shows in their lifespan, released a 7" on Melbourne's Lexicon Devil label (now sold out), tore up the east coast a couple of times and played at Melbourne's annual Maggotfest at the Tote. They're even set to play Memphis' Holy Grail of rock & roll festivals, Gonerfest, September 2012 (as well as other shows throughout the US). Their ages range from the early 20s to the early 40s. In real life, they are responsible citizens, two of them educators of young children; on stage, they are Bits of Shit.

Cut Sleeves is the debut full-lengther from the band and is available only on the 12" long-player format, featuring a download card, lyric sheet and the stunning cover art of local artist, Rona Green. All 13 tracks were recorded by the band and mixed and mastered by man-about-town, Mikey Young.

The sound of Bits of Shit is caught within the netherworld of tough-arsed Aussie punk/pub rock a la Powder Monkeys / X / Rose Tattoo, the fuzzed minimalism of Wire and The Wipers and the art brut of Black Flag and their minions. Danny's nasally howl is part John Lydon and part Bon Scott, Andy’s guitar hysterics stem squarely from the Ginn-damaged school of six-string dementia, and that rhythm section... those kids are sphincter-tight. In short: THIS IS THE REAL DEAL.

In a live setting, Bits of Shit have knocked socks off and frightened unsuspecting squares from the premises on frequent occasions. The pure ENERGY of the band is captivating. Cut Sleeves captures that energy for all to hear, even in the comfort of your very own living room. When you have THE SONGS and THE ENERGY together, THAT is the reason why Cut Sleeves must be purchased and heard, capice? Ergo sum whatever-the-fuck. Good night.


SOME NICE THINGS THAT HAVE BEEN SAID ABOUT 'Cut Sleeves':


Depending on their musical persuasion anyone who has witnessed the Bits of Shit Music Club perform in full flight will testify to how a) rocking or b) disturbing they are. Decked out in denim patch jackets, the Melbourne four-piece belts out a riff-heavy punk rock that brings to mind mid-era Black Flag, classic Aussie rock and restraining orders.
Danny Vanderpol is a true frontman. Charismatic verging on psychotic, he channels the energy of Iggy and Hank Rollins – spewing what seams a stream of conscious diatribe against all that is ‘square’. The round peg sings/howls wide eyed into his hands, crawls across stage and basically has a breakdown in front of the audience. The polite term is ‘animated’.
The band’s debut album does a great job at capturing this manic live energy. From ‘Orphan Age’ and ‘Patrol’ – two flat-out burners – to the slower ‘Flunkies’ the BOS offer some musical dexterity. The instrumental ‘Reign’ shows off Andy Lang’s guitar chops – that pay more than a little debt to Greg Ginn (SST records/Black Flag) – while ‘Wedding Song’ starts with an AC/DC-like riff then turns bonkers.
They have an upcoming tour to the US that will include an appearance at Memphis’s Goner Fest, and after listening to this wild musical excursion I only pray that they return in their denim jackets and not body bags.
- Tim Scott (thethousands.com.au, 17th July 2012)


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"The record hits a delicate balance (of sorts) not succumbing to a sameness that has a tendency to sink lesser-thought-out punk releases. Looking at these blokes, they don't strike you as the 'thinking man's punk band' or as though there's much intellectuality applied to any aspect of their music (recorded or live), but their song structures, delivery, and the fact that it's actually taken them bloody ages to release a debut album suggest a more considered approach than they'd have you initially think. There's more than enough variation in tempo and structure to keep you engaged, and a few of the more melodic parts (notably on Rock Sing) and Orphan Age) harbour many of the facets of great pop songs under the rumble and thrash of punk formats - but please don't tell them I said that.
- Samson McDougall (Inpress, 8th August 2012)


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Forget any ideas of coolness or irony: this is not being played tongue-in-cheek. This debut album does a great job of capturing their dizzying propulsive energy. It tickles similar hard-rock brain receptors as, say, The Dacios’ Monkey's Blood or Deaf Wish’s Reality & Visions did in the recent past. About 20 seconds in, instrumental opener ‘F’ sets the ground rules when it locks into a solid groove with Andy Lang spraying tight, noisy chords all over the shop. ‘Rock Sing’ features buzzing guitars that sound like a wall of flies a couple of metres thick, while the harsh, repetitive riff of ‘Traps’ is a lurching monster that may make you feel seasick. Singer Danny Vanderpol sounds like the class clown after a few drinks: clever and needling, a sarcastic little shit who brings an exaggerated effect to a lot of the lines. Listen to him squawk at the start of ‘Patrol’.
But as with Total Control, some people insist on missing the point and blunting the overall effect of the music by worrying too much about where it has come from, trying to isolate specific influences. That's a waste of time. Sure you can hear echoes of some old-school L.A. punk, but on this album the Bits have come up with something more than just the sum of its parts.
- Trevor Block (messandnoise.com, 10th August 2012)


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credits

released July 19, 2012

The Bits of Shit are:
Danny: vocals / lagerphone
Elias: bass / backing vocals
Andy: guitar / xylophone
Pete: drums / can kicking

Recorded by Pete at the Thornbury Clubhouse, 2011
Mixed and mastered by Mikey Young
Rock Sing & Flunkies written by the Up-Syndrome,
all other songs by the B.O.S.M.C

Cover drawing by Rona Green
Back photo by Cimony Van der pol
Lettering by Dandy Lang der pol
Layout by Richard Stanley

Dedicated to all our fallen:
Jim, Joan, Brendon, Steve & Scarlet
R.I.P

Thanks to all members & affiliates
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