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by Red Tank!

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1.
Something about it, and it goes
2.
How nice it must be to craft so easily time on your own. How nice it must be to avoid so suddenly mundane responsibility. How nice it must be to retreat in secrecy and be left alone. How nice it must be to dispense with transparency--your minuet of stone. Straight into your temple
3.
Sometimes the Anthropocene gets me down And i don't really wanna hang around with you Shallow fragments dropping in the hourglass Reading revelations just to clear my head When your skin is mulch We aim to multiply When your head's on backwards We shoot into the sky
4.
Sweat 03:07
And the spectre keeps on haunting you somehow If it’s transcendence you seek, well then, that’s not allowed You think the new humans decreed a 40 hour work week? If you can’t bear it, then, don’t let them make you feel weak And so i sweat And the spectre keeps on chasing you from behind They keep on gnashing their teeth You’re running empty, boy--you better make up your mind Before they eat you alive. before they eat you alive And so i sweat Took a walk down to the cemetery depths When i turn off my mind it makes it easy to connect I started breaking all the plates up in the restaurant I can’t sweat anymore, i can’t sweat anymore Another generation, another burning reason Another generation, another crop to yield in Another generation, another burning reason Another generation, a bit more desperation Another generation, another burning reason Another generation, soil for blood this season, no!
5.
Obelisk 01:42
Staring at the obelisk Bleeding from an orifice Transmuting identity with keystrokes And violent fits We’ve been holding on To these atrophied memories for far too long Slipping into this Darkness, an uppercut To the cranium I’ve been spewing Too much poison I need to slow down Slipping into this Darkness, an uppercut To the cranium You’ve been losing Some rough skin Lately, we need to slow down
6.
I am sitting in seattle Just waiting to bear fruit Ripped from my insides Or mangled at the root And everybody's waiting For someone else to save them Do you really need that patronage Dingy hospital doors open Faster than the DIY gates Riding on the backs of knights Of the apocalypse And we are all waiting for Some kind of revelation To be emblazoned; Xs on our hands and Ss on our chest And we're all getting older Not necessarily better Reflections of our footsteps Passing through voyeurs in our palms And we are all stooped over Contorted bodies waiting Ripe for untangling Or anxiously keeling over If we're all just waiting To be harnessed in the mainframe Will we ultimately be left Sputtered on the ground? If our hierarchy of needs Is simply fractured or inverted How many weeks Can we spend starving in the streets And if we're all just waiting Already underground How many years will it take To be raised from the dead Our souls all manifested In perfect equilibrium I guess that's why hegel's Just a hack Screaming and insinuating Might just breed metamorphosis If we don't end up as cybernetic vermin Are you a partial person Who's just so sick of waiting Or are you meant to be somebody else And I am still thinking About how things went last night Which matrices or rubrics Might apply And how you really just can't Break new ground when there's pavement You need to plant your seeds In fertile ground
7.
Everything's so tenuous I don't know how to grasp what's real, anymore Should I just escape my job Or should I just keep speaking in tongues And I don't know What you think We are not the automatons you seek And I don't know What you need We won't bust our jaws now Banging tom toms at your feet You had seemed so genuine Like a fire on a hillside Caught myself speeding down Wading through the canopy New anxieties and entropy everything's so fast and loud Oh...what's happening to me? These idolatries These frivolities These toxic ideologies These materialities That don't mean a thing This crippling disease There is no vaccine I get so wrapped up I forget how to speak I need to plant a garden I need some relief I'm forgetting how to cry I don't know if I'm happy Or guarded or something in between I keep crashing in my dreams I keep fucking in my dreams I keep dying in my dreams I keep forgetting how to dream I have to remember to dance In the belly of this burning machine
8.
Hummingbirds 02:14
Oxygen you're so far away Trembling try to make you stay But Nitrogen's all I seem to catch Shunning every word I sketch Hummingbirds seem to hum so close to me Mumbling in foreign tongues it seems I'll never know a single word they say Dripping down into a slow decay Oxygen you're so far away Hummingbirds try to make you stay Nitrogen's all I seem to save Shunning everything until decay
9.
New Paradigm 03:01
(instrumental)
10.
Erosion 07:10
Am I making "progress" in the abyss? Is my communion reprehensible? I'm sprawled out in the desert sands trying to figure out how many grains correspond to how many fractions of lifetimes and i can't figure out whether to shove sand down my throat or to build a sand castle Paralyzing entropy reads thus: How did a meaningless protozoa In a/an (un)conventional crevice of the universe Eventually evolve into a being with the capacity to fashion an automobile? To fashion the paradigm that guides its own self-destruction? We're reckless anomalistic bastards of the universe, floating, fucking, self-detonatable, self-reproducing, Kubrickian mannequins I awake and tell myself to take some sort of action in a direction that means my mother's suffering and self-neglect won't go to waste I awake and tell myself to take some sort of action in a direction that means my suffering and self-neglect won't go to waste I awake and tell myself to take some sort of action in a direction that means the world's suffering and self-neglect won't go to waste This is a game of boggle marred by bloody and broken hands, riddled with self-defeating paradoxes of regret and anguish that necessitates a path of unending reverberations of despair But you can still feel an ancient wind run through the Sonoran And all castles, despite their degree of delusion or beauty harmonize in the hum of its erosive equilibrium
11.
Clean 03:44
So you are The light that you’re breathing in I can’t help If you asphyxiate on dopamine I don’t mind Sharing this until you come down And you are Spitting out the monsoon That’s drowning you… There’s no more Playing cowboys and indians There’s no leavin’ This turbulence we’re living in We just have to stay clean Even if it hurts Cause honestly What else can we do? Darling, I need you

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released August 24, 2016

Recorded at Audioconfusion in Mesa, Arizona with Jalipaz Nelson.

Clipper Arnold
Jeff Habgood
Sam Russo
Erik Naranjo

Cover art by Anders Karlsson and Clipper Arnold

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Red Tank! is an autonomous war machine; jubilance against the face of extinction; harmony in chaos; dystopian punk; folk songs of the forsaken. redtank.org

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