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Fluppies

by Fluppies

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Matthew Sigur
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Matthew Sigur woke up, turned this on, got whiplash, did it all over again Favorite track: Grease Monkeys.
Zac Benn
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Zac Benn The only thing that sucks about Fluppies is that every time I approach Los Suelos to see them live my GPS goes haywire and I end up somewhere else entirely, covered in dirt. Favorite track: The Lost Continent.
John D
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John D Haven't heard new post-hardcore this good in years. Decades? Idk. It absolutely rips. Favorite track: 6,713 Kilometers.
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Sun-baked, flattened Dugout here’s deeper We see what’s coming And what came before Ground rule doubles Bottom of the ninth Whispered secrets under the ballpark Take me buy me I don’t care Let them root Let me win Take me buy me I don’t care Let me root Let me win Little brothers disappear By the seventh inning stretch Dads are drinking midnight oil To make sure it never ends
2.
Don’t go in the garage The mini-fridge is occupied The kid told me he heard a noise And he might run and hide The lights go out on their own They’ve gone and crept inside your home They don’t want you, don’t want me They just like to fuck with stuff Busted pipes at the auction Plugging in is not an option Everyday is Y2K, Bet your ass they’ll get their way Get used to the faulty Little guys made their rules No one’s gonna hear you Their god said no 5G I told you once: The tractor’s broken for a reason
3.
99, San Joaquin The drive-in screen scries for him A portal to a molten sun You’ll find just up 99 Follow me Mind the pothole Fall into a continent way better than fuckin ours Break your fall Fall into a continent way better than fuckin ours The end is nigh But Hibiscus said to rejoice “There won’t be no trouble, just go down the tunnel” (Dig) The end is nigh But Hibiscus said to rejoice “There won’t be no trouble, just go down the tunnel” (Deep) Night inside Break your fall Fall into a molten sun End the fuckin wait Break your fall Fall into a molten fun End the fuckin wait
4.
I’ve been here longer than you’ve even been alive Workers die in the fields or other ways everyday Families wither and evaporate in the ground Amnesia, fever, and extra limbs, come on in Die Let’s die Gonna fuckin die Let’s die Hills Older than the hills Older than the hills But if you settle down in The Sway I’ll provide (Plague is coming) Some advice for dealing with Valley Fever (Plague is coming) Breathing spores will lead to coughing blood (Plague is here) What brings you ‘round these parts? Looking to die Let’s die Gonna fuckin die Let’s die Hills Older than the hills My home
5.
Quaternary 02:22
Turn your watch back To the Pleistocene Behold the spires Pierced through glaciers Long since melted downstream How black the bleak rocks and ledges! And those glimmerings of light, afar in the night, what are they? Lamps, lamps, miles away, thousands of feet lower, yet, in seeming, not so far off. Men stand eight feet tall Eyelids translucent The chosen tribe awaits our grand entrance Let’s fuck it up Are you incredulous as to these things? Go there, or suffer yourself to be taken as I was, once. See, as I saw, not with the vision of flesh, the walls polished as by jewelers, though excavated as by giants, floors carpeted with long, fleecy gray fabric that looked like fur but was a mineral product; ledges intersected by the builders, and in their wonderful polish exhibiting veinings of gold, silver, green copper ores, maculations of precious stones. Verily, a mystic temple, made afar from the adding crowd, a refuge whereof those who, "Seeing, see not," can I truly say: "And no man knows. And no man saw it ever." Men stand eight feet tall Eyelids translucent The chosen tribe awaits our grand— And down we go, down We’re gonna go
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Always forward, never flyward Drill, baby, drill I’ve been having just a little trouble sleeping lately Lemurian estate Got me mad for coastal property
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Contactee 01:52
Believe me when I say I found him by the hole All dusty He didn’t know his name His voice sounds like a cow’s before the bolt Saying thanks for returning me back to purgatory How low, ground up Antill, adoptee Homestead, guest room Knocked out, snoring Horse call, alien sewage, boat fan Take us back there, under Show us where you come from Return Lock in step We found an X marked on the spot Now give us what we want
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Shambhala, past the demons Agartha glimmering Go for a plunge Shambhala, past the demons Agartha glimmering For instance, when the recent forest fires threatened so many parts of California, and an uncontrollable one surrounded the village, they caused a wall of invisible protection to rise between them and the fires, and today one can see the very definite line where the fires ceased. Shambhala, past the demons, Agartha glimmering They point with humble pride to the fact that their central Temple, visible to those who succeed in penetrating the outer forests, and made of delicately carved marble and onyx, has withstood all the temblors and earthquakes of California for ages, while modern buildings expressing the height of our engineering skill are damaged. Past the bolt, the gun, the hills (hard hat) Slide beneath the crows (gloves and a spiked bat) Check the sun, the shadows (and a flashlight) River to the west (above the movie screen) Down the hanging rope, don’t slip (and slide down) Trickle like the rain (and hold your breath tight) In between stalactite teeth (a light breeze) Wait the clicks out, one two (three two one) Take the dirt-encrusted wrist (in darkness) Press the metal stud full in (in fungus) Meet abandonero eyes (in skull fire) Shove the cables all aside (Belowdown) Check the blinking down below (lights out) Drop my hand and go (come back tomorrow) I’m the taxi driver (you’re the diver) I’m the taxi driver (you’re the diver) Shambhala, past the demons Agartha glimmering
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When I broke, 2004 She went away underground She was found unlike before We got lost, as you do Rain comes down when it wants Cold on the ground only if you touch Sometimes I feel alone Sometimes I feel with my hands Sometimes I touch the ground Sometimes the ground touches me Agartha, everyone’s so big there Inside Mt. Shasta there’s little green men You’ve earned your spot under Bolt Gun Hills Return to mud from which they made you Agartha, everyone’s so big there Inside Mt. Shasta there’s two undagens You’ve earned your spot under Bolt Gun Hills To join the choir Whose names are legion

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we must never tire

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released February 15, 2022

ian - vox and theremin
lauren - vox and guitar
max - drums and percussion
karter - keys, guitar, samples

all songs written by fluppies
recorded by danny norwick at septarian records in san pedro
mastered by mark chalecki in los angeles

cover art by allison mick

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