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"Traffic Control" 12"

by Warp

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Bonehead 01:40
I’ve got a weird attitude and I’m always rude. So what contract says I don’t get no satisfaction? The steaks on the plate, chopped up, tenderly chewed. I’ll hang my head in thanks when I’m done in the kitchen. Have fun fishing, bonehead. Red meat’s alright well done and sliced, but I’ll never hang my head in thanks to you. Stoned and joking, tenderly chewed.
Chapstick, you need it. Keep those lips slick! Yes, I saw your little tongue. Licked off all the flavor, whet appetite. Licking your lips for traffic control, running around the edge of your mouth.
Abracadabra 02:23
I tried to sit outside, shake my head off the wall. “Oh there you go! Every idiot does.” Was I just too much? Oh am I just too much? “Don’t be mean,” he told me, “just don’t be mean,” and well, abracadabra! Now I don’t feel anything. What a beautiful magical thing.
Bark at the TV, woof woof woof.
Cellophane 02:34
Stick of butter, butterball. Throw a brick of butter, butter on the wall. Broken bucket with a big ol hole. Don’t bet on a bucket that’ll never get full. Sorry, baby, he’s silver cellophane.
Sheet Cake 01:45
He’s got teeth like a big sheet cake, pumpkin carving wide. Suck in the world! Mouth like a rock. Don’t you ever fill up? Face falls down, it’s a fold-out couch, heavy never-ending. You’ll never fill up.
Eat Dust 01:27
I am fragile but I’m not gonna die. I’m at peace with that, I was gone and I did try. Was I so wrong to want the inside? Dimensions eat dust but I don’t know, I’ve been cold, I’ll be fine. I’ll get a sweater. I’ll be fine. Is it so wrong to want the inside?
Makeup 02:19
We’ve got brand new high-tech, high-end shiny shit and I just cannot wait to put it all over your face. We’ve got pure black carbon dirt waiting for your open pores and I just cannot wait to put it all over your face. You’ve gotta cover every inch, and if you don’t sit in it we will know you didn’t. We’ve got special orange oil that came here from outer space and I just cannot wait to put it all over your face. Heat set your head, slow stew your bones. We will eat the fat off your feet! We’ll do it happily and we’ll do it for free.
Suck It Up 00:53
We made you from scratch and showed you what was right. Don’t you ever forget it. Just suck it up. I am your meter maid, you’re just a rabbit running.Your opinion is not desired. Sit there and shut your mouth! Don’t you ever fucking forget it.
Goat 03:22
I am a fresh fruit and I have perfect skin, I’m a vitamin. This is a big top, those are elephants and I am Camelot. I’m always filthy green, a little jumping bean, dripping ice cream. They took me to the beach and all I saw was water. I’m a goat, I’ll eat anything!


"Hatched in 2017 via an assemblage of FLESH WORLD, MALLARD and BLANK SQUARE personnel, WARP’s from-the-hip attack immediately streamlined The Bay’s skulls, prompting sudsy devotion across spiked and freaked schools alike, a vibrant punk band operating amidst all the scooter-share inhumanity.

The damage spills from the central screaming dual-guitar tangle, a riff tract neighboring the elegantly bruised and dynamic Agnew / Baiza axis, exerting too much power for the troposphere. Rhythms twist and barrel depending on need, always leaping forward, propelling each taut composition into realms unthinkable from count-off. Tika’s smarm-centric vocal steering — wonderfully absurdist and unreservedly pissed — offers exactly the sort of punky exfoliation so very needed in these days of constant cringe. Real punk from America’s cruelest town. WARP: San Francisco’s Last & Only Rock’n’Roll Band." — Mitch Cardwell

Thrilling Living quite gleefully presents “Traffic Control” to an ill-prepared populace. Limited to 400 copies on black vinyl, housed in full color sleeves with a double-sided Risographed insert.


released November 15, 2019

Recorded by Paul Korte at Santo Recording.
Mastered by Will Killingsworth.
Art by Beth, Tika, and David.


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