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Ulcer Island

by Buckshot Facelift

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Replicate Extinction This album absolutely blew my freaking mind. The amount of different genres that these guys dabble into while still producing a relentless attack on your brain is incredible. I love how they use punk riffs that then turn right into a death metal riff, and in such a classy way. I love when extreme bands experiment with several extreme genres at one time. This album is a must own

P.S. The vocals are some of the best I've ever heard Favorite track: OxyDocs.
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Scott Eck Really hits the nail on your head! They masterfully jam many genres in the blender and press grind. Favorite track: Ascend to Descend.
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1.
Ulcer Island 02:37
In the name of a sinking island, a sandbar off the shore In the name of a torn up country, at the heart of its rotted core This is my home Welcome to Ulcer Island, there is no return The druggies dying where it’s dark inside Their bodies rotting when it’s hot inside And when they inject them with formaldehyde It’s the last injection of the ride Bathe in tainted water The flavor of a filthy fecal vermin as it writhes on the floor spewing pus and vomit from a gaping throat wound It’s almost over now
2.
I SMELL THE MUSK – MUSK Just Czech yourself
3.
How long must I wait? Fuck your fucking puzzle
4.
Ascend to Descend (lyrics Fergus) Experience the new air As you rise From a delusional slumber The cycle of life Try to notice the subtle changes Surroundings differ slightly But now you’re alone, uncovered Vulnerable, unsightly Hiding is futile Your shell is weak Ascend to descend Don’t resist the urge Insist on the end The beginning never existed You disappear A buffet for the insects The water extends To rise into catastrophe Ascend to descend Observed by “beings” advanced Melting into the grounds of where you came Unexcused absence of hope (as you) Ascend to Descend
5.
You son of a bitch You get what you’re worth
6.
OxyDocs 02:34
Oxy Doctors! It’s all for the cash Selling those pills Got your own stash “Doctor” those bills Oxy Doctors! Think you got it made Pimp that Medicaid Fill addicts with drugs You even middleman to thugs No shame when caught, you rat (Oxy Doctors) When blamed, you fought the facts (Oxy Doctors) You took an oath to help (Oxy Doctors) That’s why you’re worse than cartels (Oxy Doctors) “What a waste of school!”
7.
Sundress Skeletor - She rattles when she walks Sundress Skeletor - I watch her all the way Sundress Skeletor - She got her eyes on me Sundress Skeletor - They’re dripping gore I want more – drop it to the floor Sundress Skeletor - All her teeth are falling out Sundress Skeletor - Liquor breath and fleas Sundress Skeletor - Showed me what it’s all about Sundress Skeletor - Had me begging please On my knees, every time I felt her, a little less to squeeze “Shake those bones!” Sundress Skeletor - You made a wrong turn Sundress Skeletor - “Fiend!” Sundress Skeletor - So let the rope burn What she does for money you wouldn’t even dream
8.
Caught with your pants down Caught – you’ve been busted for the last time Comptroller cult – toxic waste at the park Comptroller cult – get that money, greedy shark Comptroller cult – That’s why your schools are going broke Comptroller cult – county government – what a joke An envious man, an ending in hand A debt to his hand you can’t settle with land Not drugs, not women Not cash or fame either He just wants to make you die a believer Believing in what? Believing in matter. Believing in something kills you much faster One to the Bride One to the Groom One to the ground One to the hole
9.
Fields of screaming pedophiles And the dogs who eat their genitals As they lick blood from their whiskers Yes, Fergus salute their deeds Early morning mist The frost collecting on corpses The voices from dreams that grow inside my head Can see inside the minds of men Dark, exotic lustful women Dark, exotic booze All along the memory has been enshrouded by the Fog that clouded sensory and parted with my bodies entity Welcome to the Mastic zoo Now you do what we ask of you Peace, man – peace of mind Peace, man – this piece of mine Peace – there is no peace When a piece is missing from mine Don’t wake me, I need to sleep – let’s go! Bitter dreams of darkness – walking death Littered streams with garbage – Fergus sleeps Sisters fiend for narc trips – walking death (at the) Bottom of the tar pits – Fergus sleeps
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He never saw it coming and neither did I But I could tell it was true by the distance in his eyes Call it deception, call it a lie Call it what you want but the truth is that he died All good men go down to die! (…) Hit the deck When you get this infection embedded you get it to go
12.
A face torn A face beyond what is seen A face burned A face beyond what you know Beyond what’s felt Beyond what’s real Beyond what’s held I don’t want to see it I don’t want to feel it I don’t want it so close I don’t want to know that it’s real And something I could not grasp And in fact leads me to my doom Stares into your depths Knows your weak points Cloud, vapor Trail, mist Chemical extract while planes piss
13.
Delusions of a New age They’ve emptied the stage The actors are gone now No one to turn the page The dogs shall inherit What’s left of the Earth Unmasked – the new master has given birth Our time is done – Go! Barking of the welcome Time melting, wasting out Barking instead of laughter, instead of whining Instead of fear Demiser of the hereafter, of the destruction, of the grey skies Suffer torture to the ever infinity Learn lectured how to be, you will in time to see Surroundings grow to be electric currency Give up, you’ve failed, as you gasp for air Barking as you gasp for air Surroundings grow electric Comfort zone lined with coals Return to the natural state Your suffering without end completes the comedy Give up, you have failed, infinite everlasting Good luck – You don’t deserve it
14.
End times for the final time When flesh becomes dust Lying again to all – parasitic mite Easy to pulverize humanity Rats in a maze Lying again to all – parasitic race Vermin… Parade of flies, buffet for insects Contact the wraith Pyramids, antennas Watch them return Some caught up in the aftermath Snuffed out on a dime Plus, entitlement was thought about (Parade of flies / Parasitic mite)
15.
(From 80 to 83, fiend) My career was put on ice My worst year was nothing nice Nassau – a false hope fed by politicians That they will restore the coliseum “I can’t see why we need them If they don’t want to stay here Let them leave. Chewed and spit out old has-beens On losing streaks – they’re done.” Trust in local leaders lost in time Greed – envious of what is mine A trophy, a trophy in its own right Empty crumbled garbage on Hempstead turnpike Stench of stale beer What am I doing? Woke up by cops Pants soaked in piss All that I remember is the train that I missed

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Recorded, Mixed, and Mastered by Keith Moore at Audio Playground in Kinderhook NY, July-December 2016

Produced by Buckshot Facelift and Keith Moore

All music by Buckshot Facelift

Released by Paragon Records 2017

Guest vocals on “Sundress Skeletor” by King Fowley of Deceased

Cover art and layout by Travis Smith

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released April 14, 2017

Buckshot Facelift is:
W. Smith - “The Voice”
Tom Anderer - Bass, Vocals
Sal Gregory - Drums
Rick Habeeb - Guitar, Vocals
Terrell Grannum - Guitar, Vocals

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Buckshot Facelift Huntington, New York

Buckshot Facelift. The splendors of earthly indulgence to the depths of human depravity. The wine, feces, women and cripples that make our days. The love, the violence, the regrets and the endless flaking dreams. The Grindcore of dying, vane American gods. We fight, we bleed, we work, we die. Here is our fucking music. ... more

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