MECHANIMAL have a new track out on Inner Ear Records, and I’m really fucking enjoying it. It’s a teaser for their forthcoming record Crux coming out this month. It’s got some of the most scathingly true lyrics I’ve read in a long time, so I’ve included them below, but they’re delivered over a zippy, synth punk future sounds tune that makes me laugh at how ridiculous and sad humanity is. As a woman trying to gracefully enter what’s been deemed “middle age” and surrounded by plasticky, filtered 20-somethings, I feel the line “My tits are real, my lips are injected, I’m getting rid of my expression lines” viscerally in my soul. They’ve made a wacky and awesome video to go with the track that I’ve already watched 5 times and that I’m going to keep watching because I find it both validating and humbling. You can stream and buy this track right here.
Aged brass, patinated to pleasure
Brass balls and a strut to match,
Posters on walls and lingerie,
Black eyeliner till it starts to drip.
Chance encounters with total strangers,
Smoking fags, at truck stops
Slow cruising to Buddy Holly,
In gun metal, paint jobs.
Love letters to the ones that betrayed us,
Hatred towards the ones that love us,
It’s a paradox, an infinite gesture
Our bodies sluts, our souls are all whores.
Fuck the Lord and the horse he rode in on,
Fuck the disciples and fuck his son,
Misery shares and we all think we’re special,
The truth is that we expire alone.
It’s a mystery like Agatha Christie’s
We all pretend like we know who’s to blame
It’s cathartic to feel like we’re giving,
But we give for our egos alone.
Consume in bulk to fight the depression,
Consume in bulk “hey, look what I’ve got!”
My tits are real, my lips are injected,
I’m getting rid of my expression lines.
Chance encounters with perfect strangers,
Smoking and drinking, at truck stops,
Still cruising to Buddy Holly,
Getting Pussy and blow jobs.
Chance encounters with perfect strangers,
Smoking fags, at truck stops,
Slow cruising to Buddy Holly,
Getting pussy and giving ass.
