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by The Hanslick Rebellion

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Spend one hot night with The Hanslick Rebellion! In an age of tweezed and tuned tracks and shamelessly calculated lo-fi posing, the rebellion is here is just what the doctor ordered: 16 scorching tracks recorded LIVE and raw by the group Metroland's J. Eric Smith proclaimed "possibly the finest band to ever call Albany home."

Frontmen Jed Davis and Mike Keaney deliver brutal, honest, visceral-yet-thoughtful lyrics, old-school anthemic choruses, and cover tunes nobody else would have the balls to play (their mashup of “Sugar Sugar” and “Heroin” alone is worth the price of admission).

"Time was this Albany, New York band made a big splash with a brash and unwholesome attitude. After one album, the rebellion is here, the band burned out and its founders took vows of silence from each other for ten years. One thing led to another and voila, we have one of the bawdiest, rudest live albums since Blue Oyster Cult’s On Your Feet Or On Your Knees."
Jedd Beaudoin, The Daily Copper

"The wicked cover of 'Pablo Picasso' blows not only Jonathan Richman's original out of the water, but seriously rivals David Bowie's on the coolness factor. This is a band that deserves to be famous... this live disc is a great time and certainly one of the most fun releases of the last few years."
Benjamin Ray, The Daily Vault

"If this isn't a rebellion, it's at least a welcome break from indie-rock form. Daringly recorded live before an audience in Albany, this quartet somehow puts a dozen tracks to tape without coming off as an upstate bar band. Alice Cooper sounded like this; except when Alice had a good idea, he got windy, and when he ran short on ideas, he got campy. The Hanslick Rebellion falls prey to neither, and encores their wonderful show about starlets, moonlight, and wanting to get laid, with a glowing cover of Del Shannon's 'Runaway.' It's as if alternative-rock never happened."
Mark Keating, Sound Views

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released 22 September 2005

ESC002

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Track Name: Grub (live)
I call my muse
For I need to get laid
To get laid, I need a chick
To get a chick, I must look cool
To look cool, I need to lie
To lie creatively, I must have drugs
Do you have..?
I call my muse
Have you a drug for me?

I can't get it up without some weed, baby, weed, baby, weed, baby, weed, baby
Hit you back, I promise, buddy
I can't get it up without some shroom, baby, shroom, baby, shroom, baby, shroom, baby
Gladly pay you Tuesday, pally
I can't get it up without a dose, baby, dose, uno dose, baby, dose, baby
Come on, drop one on me now as

I call my muse
For I need to get laid
To get laid, I need a band
To have a band, I need to sing
I think I sing, therefore I sing
To sing effectively, I must have drugs
Do you have..?
I call my muse
Hast thou a drug for me?

I can't get it up without some weed, baby, weed, baby, weed, baby, weed, baby
Don't you love my lyrics now?
I can't get it up without a band, baby, band, baby, band, baby, band
Got a spotlight I can stand in, buddy?
I can't get it up without a car, baby, car, baby, car, baby, car, baby
Drive on pal, you look so cool with me.
Track Name: The Four-Minute Mile (live)
The fruit of man's best minds and hands
The tower's now complete
It shines like polished silver
And it's right there on my street
It's two miles high by two blocks wide
And no one knows just what's inside
All things within its shadow died
Bereft of light and heat

Build it high and strong
Babble on, Babel on
One day the sun will rise
On a tower long gone
Gazing on your works
I can't help but crack a smile:
The kitchen of the future
The four-minute mile
Oh, yeah

Paint is chipping
You've been slipping
Let us pass you by
Thinking you had more tomorrows
Than there were stars in the sky
But the wind that once kept you aloft
Is now just an asthmatic cough
You should have watched who you pissed off
Here comes the little guy

Build it high and strong
Babble on, Babel on
One day the sun will rise
On a tower long gone
Gazing on your works
I can't help but crack a smile
You're the kitchen of the future
The four-minute mile
Oh, yeah

Ashes charred and spent
Like dust so old and out of reach
Stars numerous like grains of sand
All spread out on the beach
Yesterday's the dust
And tomorrows are the sand
But be careful now
For either one
Can slip right through your hand

You are spent
Like dust so old and out of reach
We are stars like grains of sand
All spread out on the beach
Yesterday's the dust
And tomorrows are the sand
But be careful now
For either one
Can slip right through your hand.
Track Name: Starlet (live)
Tell us more of strength and class and dignity, my love
As we trap you under glass and watch you pose, my love
You can stuff yourself with fish eggs and champagne, my love
But tonight, your shit will smell like shit. Too bad, my love

Someday you will be old, and someday you will die, my love

Be the model of perfection
Be the pinnacle of grace
As the tabloids proudly tell us what it took to make your face
And we know what makes you fuss
And we know what makes you cuss
And we watch you on TV as you pretend to be us

And we see you when you're sleeping
And we hear you on the phone
And we've seen you in the bathroom
And we've seen you all alone
And we've seen you hurt
And we've seen you cry
And we've even seen...

Well, of course you never get what you deserve, my love
And of course it's everybody's fault but yours, my love
We've all seen your tits; you can put your tits away, my love
And if you've got nothing new to add, shut up, my love.

Someday you will be old, and someday you will die, my love

Be the model of perfection
Be the pinnacle of grace
As the tabloids proudly tell us what it took to make your face
And we know what makes you fuss
And we know what makes you cuss
And we watch you on TV as you pretend to be us

And we see you when you're sleeping
And we hear you on the phone
And we've seen you in the bathroom
And we've seen you all alone
And we've seen you hurt
And we've seen you cry
And we've even seen...
Track Name: Rump (Da Butt) (live)
Rump (da butt)
Rump (da butt)
Rump (da butt)
Rump (da butt)
Track Name: Smoke (live)
First thing you see is the mark on me
The long long shadow that snakes down
Down the floor
I drift, I drip, I slide
I waft away like smoke off an altar
And something of yours is mine

I got an old friend
I got a new friend

We twist and spin in hand jive
We do things in black rooms
High in the brownstones
You look up
And around
And wonder what I'm doing
And if
I'm doing it to you

I got an old friend
I got a new friend

I got an old old old old mark on me
Come shake the dusty hand of the rotten fruit man

I got an old friend
I got a new friend
Track Name: Natural Selection (live)
The blank in the black
In the hollows of her eyes
Betrays none of the pain
That she claims screams inside
And the white of her skin
Shakes off gene memory
She's reborn as the child
Of some hair dye and Brandon Lee.

Boo.

Go on then
Take your pills again
Darwin said
You should just drop dead.

The weak get eaten by the strong
And Anne Rice fears there's nothing wrong
With you a little evolution
Wouldn't fix
Mope some more beside the fire
Wish that you were a vampire
But you'll never be a vampire
'Cause they don't exist.

Sorry.

Go on then
Slit your wrists again
Darwin said
You should just drop dead.

Little goth, now don't be blue
Species change, and so will you
Soon enough you'll find
Black doesn't go with everything.
Track Name: Now I Have A Job (live)
In a suit at a desk in a daze at the end of an hour and a half and another twenty minutes of the screen orange screen on the screen watch it flicker spelling words fancy words what is fancy what are words where am I?

I am out of order
Sorry for the inconvenience
Be back soon
Thank God you're too cheap to replace me

I get up and it's dark I get home and it's even darker night is to morning is to morning is tonight I go to bed there's a buzzing by the bed and it gets me out of bed and it's dark and it's dark when I get home where am I?

I am out of order
Sorry for the inconvenience
Be back soon
Thank God you're too cheap to replace me

Once I had friends once I had fun once I had life once I had hope once I had hands once I had love once I had mind once I had time once I had me
Now I have a job.
Track Name: Medea My Mistress (live)
Stepped on a flowerbed, keeping his mind fed
Thinking he's watching his heart
Swallows his promise, Synaesthete's nightmare
When words taste dark
Scared of his mother, takes a new lover
She's pretty and plastic and warm
She's warm

I gotta tick, tock
I got one trick to top
I gotta tick, tock
Feels good, I should stop
I gotta tick, tock
I got one, I got one

Runs down a hallway, whistles like thunder
She can't breathe
Swears he don't feed it, he's trying to beat it
Well, if you'd listen to me
Love's in a closet, pensive and bated
Cradles a gun to keep warm
And she's warm

I gotta tick, tock
I got one trick to top
I gotta tick, tock
Feels good, I should stop
I gotta tick, tock
I got one, I got one
Track Name: We Wait And We Wait (live)
She waits for a fable
For the start of a story
That she heard long ago
Too good not to come true

I can't compete, no way.

Because the man, the man in the moon
Is cooler than me, so constant and brightly smiling
Oh the man, the man in the moon
Cuts holes in the night and leaves me washed out by his light
Oh to be the man in the moon
Nothing to prove, swaddled in nonexistence
Oh and I'll be sick of this soon
But she'll remain
In love with the man in the moon.

I wait for a fable
For the start of a story
That I heard long ago
Too good not to come true
Track Name: Big Hot Monday (live)
Sucked off on a big hot Monday
Gonna run you over, my dismal dear
Sucked off on a big hot Monday
Days of wine and roses are finally here.

Rob is on call, Chris is AWOL
Blow up a mall and maybe they'll learn
Paulie's all wired, the dog is on fire
That bitch is a liar and she's gonna burn

'Cause everything she says is all that matters
She's a trilobite
I am passive and resistant
She's a trilobite
'Cause everything she says is all that matters
She's a trilobite
I am passive and resistant
And I like you less with every instant, baby

Sucked off on a big hot Monday
Gonna run you over, my dismal dear
Sucked off on a big hot Monday
Days of wine and roses are finally here.

Well, we're sorry, it's true - we're smarter than you
We don't use a word unless we know what it means
Neal's smile is wry, he's lithesome and spry
He's wearing panties under his jeans

'Cause everything she says is all that matters
She's a trilobite
I am passive and resistant
She's a trilobite
'Cause everything she says is all that matters
She's a trilobite
I am passive and resistant
And I like you less with every instant, baby

Sucked off on a big hot Monday
Gonna run you over, my dismal dear
Sucked off on a big hot Monday
Days of wine and roses are finally here.
Track Name: Leave Your Boyfriend (live)
Right now, every eye in the room is on me
But I'm making sure you're all I see
You're the one with the hair and the smile and the eyes
And the fucking little boyfriend

I am the master of a million things
I scribble words and everybody sings
I am here to kick the world's ass, baby
What's one little motherfucker?

Here I am -
I think you better leave your boyfriend now.

Now is the time 'cause you bet I'm going fast
I'm out the door in an hour and you know you'll be the last
Thing that I ever think about if you fuck up and allow
Someone else to get with this so you better leave your boyfriend NOW.

Here I am -
I think you better leave your boyfriend now.

Right now, every eye in the room is on me
But I'm making sure you're all I see
And when I look down from the top of the world
Will I see you with your boyfriend?

Now is the time 'cause you bet I'm going fast
I'm out the door in an hour and you know you'll be the last
Thing that I ever think about if you fuck up and allow
Someone else to get with this so you better leave your boyfriend NOW.
Track Name: Why James Likes Indie Rock (live)
Yes.
James
Gets in
His car
Pulls out
The little bag
And
The EZ-Wider pack
And soon
He's cruising
So
Out comes
The bottle
And the road
Is smooth
And straight
And sound
That sound
What sound?
It's noise
And love
It's sweet
It's good
So bad
It's good
So bad
It's indie

James
Is swimming
In
The wine
And drowning
In
The sound
And sleeping
At
The wheel
And life
Is but
A dream
And on
The radio
The deejay
Names some
Bands
That James
Will never
ever
ever
Hear of
Again
No melody
Just words
That rhyme
And rhyme
And rhyme
And rhyme
And don't
Make any
Sense
It sucks
But James
Is drunk
And stoned
And so
It doesn't
Suck
It's indie