The Musicians

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  • Record/Vinyl + Digital Album

    "Head Cases" on plain-ass black vinyl, housed in a 5-color offset printed jacket. Includes 11x17 poster insert and hand-stamped paper sleeve.

    Includes unlimited streaming of Head Cases via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more.
    ships out within 3 days
    edition of 250 

      $10 USD

     

  • Cassette + Digital Album

    "Head Cases" for your tape player! Made out of solid gold! Costs the same as mp3s and comes with a download anyway, welcome to the future.

    Includes unlimited streaming of Head Cases via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more.
    ships out within 3 days
    edition of 50 

      $5 USD

     

about

Inspired by the short story of the same name by Ray Bradbury.

lyrics

What do they expect? Of course we’re gonna go
They packed our lunches, this time they will not know
Boys may well be boys but even up on Mars
You won’t stop our search for who we are
Learning from our history and choosing to repeat
Hammering the bones that built the floor beneath our feet
In the caves that line the burned out, long-forgotten streets
Playing out our memories to the forbidden beat and
We’ll make our own marks on this world
We’ll make our own marks on this world
Let’s drink til we puke and then let’s get tattoos because
I don’t wanna remember what I never wanna forget
What did they expect? Of course boys will be boys
It’s not a fucking phase, we just like to make noise
What did they expect? Of course boys will be boys
It is not a phase, we just like to make noise
We just like to make noise
We just like to make noise
We just like to make noise

credits

from Head Cases, released January 15, 2016

tags

tags: punk Chicago

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Brain Vacation Chicago, Illinois

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