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YPLL

by Retox

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    RETOX deliver a mission statement in 12 blistering tracks, the vast majority of them clocking in at two minutes or less. It's the type of rallying battle cry that inspires lingering and dormant primal urges and too-long-suppressed societal dissatisfaction in those who encounter its punk rock lineage and postmodern crash-and-ban.

    Tracks like "You Lost Me At 'It Wasn't My Fault,'" "Greasy Palms" and "Nose to Tail" are all filled with immediacy, urgency and restless energy, no matter which tempos RETOX happen to be pummeling in the songs. "Congratulations You Are Good Enough" features guest guitar work guitarist Nick Zinner of the Yeah Yeah Yeahs, whose fretwork jumps aboard the careening song. The track builds to a punk rock crescendo with crystal clear production that amplifies every crackling nuance of the band's delivery.

    Subcultural iconoclast and artistic visionary Justin Pearson is known in critical circles, amongst contemporaries across a wide variety of genres and to fans of incisively incendiary artistic expression around the world as one of the guiding lights of the groundbreaking outfit THE LOCUST. He resurfaced on record alongside gifted guitarist Michael Crain, dynamic bassist Thor Dickey and powerhouse drummer Brian Evans.

    YPLL takes the ugly powder-keg promises of the band's impressive debut and ratchets up the proceedings exponentially, quickly given all who fall under its spell ample evidence as to why friends and contemporaries who have played with Public Image Ltd., Nine Inch Nails, Killing Joke, Man Is The Bastard, Swing Kids, and The VSS count themselves among the bands supporters and comrades. Otis "O" Barthoulameu (Fluf, Olivelawn) coined a phrase for what RETOX have summoned forth: "New Confrontation."

    Pearson himself offered this explanation for Retox's new album's creative combustibility: "YPLL is something that four very odd humans placed together as a reflection of the art due to the worlds we live in." Incredibly well thought-out, highly educated, impossibly practical, Retox's YPLL uses the power of the riff and the passion of the scream to conjure diatribes about the human condition. As Pearson notes, producer Chris Rakestraw, who has worked with heavy metal luminaries and postmodern hardcore heroes alike, "Brought out aspects that the band has previously not honed in on, resulting in music for the future yet to come."

    "While writing YPLL, we were particularly focused on riffs and simpler song structures," explains Crain. "Not so much on the extras, such as effects and layers of guitar, but more on an actual song's flow. The guitar lines, kick drum, and snare are definitely driving the ideas home while the bass guitar is the glue holding it all together. And the vocals are telling each song's story. We really just wanted to keep it simple and make everything fun to listen to. Chris definitely honed in on this."

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    RETOX deliver a mission statement in 12 blistering tracks, the vast majority of them clocking in at two minutes or less. It's the type of rallying battle cry that inspires lingering and dormant primal urges and too-long-suppressed societal dissatisfaction in those who encounter its punk rock lineage and postmodern crash-and-ban.

    Tracks like "You Lost Me At 'It Wasn't My Fault,'" "Greasy Palms" and "Nose to Tail" are all filled with immediacy, urgency and restless energy, no matter which tempos RETOX happen to be pummeling in the songs. "Congratulations You Are Good Enough" features guest guitar work guitarist Nick Zinner of the Yeah Yeah Yeahs, whose fretwork jumps aboard the careening song. The track builds to a punk rock crescendo with crystal clear production that amplifies every crackling nuance of the band's delivery.

    Subcultural iconoclast and artistic visionary Justin Pearson is known in critical circles, amongst contemporaries across a wide variety of genres and to fans of incisively incendiary artistic expression around the world as one of the guiding lights of the groundbreaking outfit THE LOCUST. He resurfaced on record alongside gifted guitarist Michael Crain, dynamic bassist Thor Dickey and powerhouse drummer Brian Evans.

    YPLL takes the ugly powder-keg promises of the band's impressive debut and ratchets up the proceedings exponentially, quickly given all who fall under its spell ample evidence as to why friends and contemporaries who have played with Public Image Ltd., Nine Inch Nails, Killing Joke, Man Is The Bastard, Swing Kids, and The VSS count themselves among the bands supporters and comrades. Otis "O" Barthoulameu (Fluf, Olivelawn) coined a phrase for what RETOX have summoned forth: "New Confrontation."

    Pearson himself offered this explanation for Retox's new album's creative combustibility: "YPLL is something that four very odd humans placed together as a reflection of the art due to the worlds we live in." Incredibly well thought-out, highly educated, impossibly practical, Retox's YPLL uses the power of the riff and the passion of the scream to conjure diatribes about the human condition. As Pearson notes, producer Chris Rakestraw, who has worked with heavy metal luminaries and postmodern hardcore heroes alike, "Brought out aspects that the band has previously not honed in on, resulting in music for the future yet to come."

    "While writing YPLL, we were particularly focused on riffs and simpler song structures," explains Crain. "Not so much on the extras, such as effects and layers of guitar, but more on an actual song's flow. The guitar lines, kick drum, and snare are definitely driving the ideas home while the bass guitar is the glue holding it all together. And the vocals are telling each song's story. We really just wanted to keep it simple and make everything fun to listen to. Chris definitely honed in on this."

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1.
Modern Balls 01:21
Quit reaching for the stars because you will never be one. Ten out of twelve men don't understand a simple fraction. Garbage in, get garbage out. Who’s milking the cow now? Man’s mammary glands.
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Outside the po(lice) are the thieves in the streets, sucking salvation. Everything is legal somewhere. On vacation. The war waged by the thieves for the thieves, sucking salvation. So stupid is legal here/there. No relation. No adult education, lubricating the driest generation. No adult education, lacks all responsive stimulation.
3.
Dry eye’s blind spot, see superstition. Spare change funeral, bing malnutrition. Dumb animal, expect a world without humans. Dumb animal, dead on the corner. So what, guys become girls? Old goats became gods. Infants staple stomachs as they get real jobs. It’s a shameful subject we have not learned yet. Rational funeral? Dine hormonal. Unprofessional. Disrespectful though, it’s time to let it go.
4.
I fell into a well, you know, whatever. Some guys got suits, I got soul. Fools gold caught a head cold, soaking in some elderly mold. I got it, “nothing is changing”. What’s taught is so damn old. I try to sing out of key. Reader’s digest(ing), I’ve been told. Let’s loiter the beaches of leather, they are said to be holy. I’m perfect crime, go ahead now, and call me unholy. Go ahead, take it to the verse: Can’t swim in an ocean of leather? Go ahead, take it to the chorus: Sea scavengers huddled together.
5.
Smile wiped off the face I watch it throw a fit. Flies get it, First World problems, they are a hit. Tight ass speak, dumb ass split. Tired tongue, will get licked. The bed wetter just paid to still get picked. First World Flies land and take a long lick Biological bed wetting swimming sea sick. Go to the moon, nobody gives a shit. Wise donkey is a pathological optimist.
6.
Wrecked‘em has stolen the brains, eats them, shits them, and smells all the stains. A cheap wage to earn from selling overcoats of crosses that burn. Ass is slapped on in reverse equivalent to “meh” and it can even get worse. So why un-explain how to detach from the rotten food chain? Asses can’t smell these words. Follow some erotic asshole’s hole and smell the food’s stain. Advertisements sell cheap climate change cause clouds full of reign. Let’s see who dies before April and becomes a spy because the dead don’t have to pay taxes back. No need to cry. Smell all the satins of the rotten food chain, always complain of upper class pain.
7.
Presenting a dead coward as pigeons fall from the sky. Improvised surgery and the Old World rats are bound to die. Presenting un(man)kind, old ones grow up an die. Rearranged the neurons, pigeons become rats that fly. Do you know permanent, when doves cry a dry sea? Cro-Magnon speak to me, “Think death is temporary.” Sign on up, swallow pride, be the next escapee. Screw the world, this can be an educated killing spree. Gods will lie because they know that there’s nothing else to do when pronounced dead to you. Rats that fly can survive so science transforms few who pay to misconstrue. Now’s the time to grow up and die.
8.
I don’t care if they get it or not, now go and fantasize all about nihilism because the old ways of life seem to equal the old ways of death. I can wake up fully dressed in the cold and cynical universe. I’m not going to work due to an emotional breakthrough. Now watch them shit where they sleep… So say something soft and romantic. And that’s why some will manage to live life… guilt free.
9.
Some guy I kinda know nails Jell-O to a tree. His missing wife is a dead detainee. This other guy I know sucks his own dick. He lives up on the hill, acts like a prick. The 20th century methods don’t seem to work ‘cause there’s no need to tell the truth. It probably wont be ok. No, it probably wont be ok. I said it probably wont be ok. Fuck, it’s probably not going to be ok.
10.
Hey there dipshit, do the math, sucking spit to take a bath. Political birthed control, find another glory hole. Every minute fools are born, greasy skin won’t be torn. Sign me up to disappoint and lose the so-called focal point. Let’s burn the dead money of the grand(father’s) theft. Enter troll: can’t appoint Blank stare Talking point. Telepath the aftermath and find another psychopath. Ex-troll, his head is swoll sucking soul on cruse control. Kill the kids that eat to morn and film some more two-party porn. Let’s burn the dead body of the old left.
11.
Nose To Tail 01:26
Dear Hamburger, are you still aching for a side of beef? Do you continue to think your shit does not stink? I don’t know, can you scream? You looked good with acne. Follow thy footsteps, be an even bigger fool. Dropped the kids off in the alley, wearing a diaper rash. Been there, done that, some of us were raised in trash. Serving up a lying peace (of shit). Soaking in some elbow grease. Singing a disturbing piece. Are you still aching for a side of beef. Guts stash the trash in garbage class. Nice diaper rash.
12.
Tis’ the season, own a bad cold. Sovereign treason, watch fluids flow slow. Reinvent crime, flush the household. Most common colds know heads can’t say no. It’s inefficient reproductive breeding season, and the dog food is keeping them strong? Let the calories do what they always wanted to do, now try to sing the song. And I know Their guess is not as good as mine, they will sing it wrong. And the birds shit white right on the fans. Still want to sing along? Embarrassment fluid flows but stops where the mouth ends. Nothing is still nothing, false alarm, white shit is still white shit. And they sing this song wrong.

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released May 28, 2013

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