Advlts EP

by ADVLTS

/
  • Streaming + Download

    Includes unlimited streaming via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more.

      $3 USD  or more

     

  • Record/Vinyl + Digital Album

    The debut 7" EP from Baltimore's Advlts, featuring x-members of The Fuses, The Uniform, and Slow Jets, released by Southpaw Records. Short and sweet energetic punk hits along the lines of Wire, The Fall, Black Flag, and the Germs. Limited to 250.

    "The songs are comprised of fried guitars, pummeling percussion and belligerent vocals, all stuffed into an average track length of about a minute. They create blunt and jagged punk nuggets, then bury them with ravaging hooks and ear-shattering noise." - Wondering Sound

    Includes unlimited streaming of Advlts EP via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more.
    ships out within 5 days

      $5 USD or more 

     

1.
01:09
2.
00:52
3.
4.
5.
01:19
6.

credits

released May 24, 2014

tags

license

all rights reserved

about

ADVLTS Baltimore, Maryland

The music of this particular Advlts band is, for better or worse, punk rock music. Fast songs faster. Short songs shorter. Small amps turned up and frying. An excess of black and yellow bile. Advlts practice with rats. Advlts record in a hallway. Advlts write hooks, then hide them. Advlts do these things willfully, perversely, for their own sake. They will do so as long as they like. ... more

contact / help

Contact ADVLTS

Streaming and
Download help

Track Name: Raw Nerves
Raw nerves speak to us
It's a language endured
Some are used to it
And others squirm

Can’t manage to speak of it
Can’t manage the hurt
Of raw nerves

You live in a paradise
It’s Heaven ensured
Where jelly confections
They cover the earth

Can’t manage to speak of it
You’ve got no words

Can’t manage to see through it
Can’t manage the hurt
Now you’re free of this
In the dirt

Raw nerves
Track Name: No Chords
No chords, no words
No shape, no math
No space, no time
No language, no meaning

No chords, no words
No gesture, or idea
No impulse, no reflex
No nothing at all

No chorus, no verse
No chorus, no verse
No chorus, no chorus
No chorus, no chorus
Track Name: Chopped In Half
I’ve been chopped in half
Sliced, hacked, and bothered
Laying here in the grass
Legs keep on walking

I’m not intact
I’ve been chopped
I’ve been chopped in half

It was a gaffe
Left my body slashed
But you’re so desperate to ask
Can everything be forgiven, forgiven, forgiven?

I’m just a scrap
Chopped in half
I keep waiting and waiting to reattach
Chopped in half

Half man
Prepare to stare
Prepare to gasp
Track Name: No More Guitars
No more guitars - I took them away
No more guitars - I took them away
I took them away because they make me look
Like a teenage clown
Like a fucking jerk

It doesn’t work
I took them away
Better update your resume
Find someone to pay you not to play
Don’t look at me, man, I took them away

No more guitars - I took them away (x3)
No more guitars
Track Name: It Hurts
You sit there and take it
For as long as you’ve got
Put up with anything
After a while
You don’t notice, you don’t care

It hurts, but who cares

Practically speaking
You’re barely breathing
Down on all fours
Hung from the ceiling
You don’t notice that it’s fair

It hurts, but who cares
Track Name: Bag for My Head
I hate your face
I need a bag for my head
A brown paper sack
Without any holes

You’re tearing me up
You’re bringing me down
You’re pulling me under
I need a bag for my head

It’s you or me, ugly

I need a bag for my head