by STATS (Brooklyn)

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Human Butt 05:45
Star forward Falls to the ground Weeping Animated .GIF to be Left tackle A bone-crunching sound Record of the injury Stunt pilot Pull that back so we can see Feeding a desk life blob form sit rot So vile Borders on obscene Creeping Incapacitated life One man's doom Lottery of fate Amplifies your fear of heights Respect paid Suddenly it's not alright Feeding a desk life blob form sit rot Commentator asks What was it for? Bowing Record of the injury The father always tried to pass it on to his son And if it didn't take, oh well, he wasn't the one Another boy who was groomed and ushered onto the field They can see from the stands it's over; he'll never heal Sit back, have a beer, put your feet up How you been? Seen the clip? It's egregious Hear the snap, glimpse the bone, see the crowd gasp Just a game, it's a fluke, part of combat
NTD 03:38
The light, the sound The angel, the blanket, the fear The grid, the air The locket, the basement, the tear The freeze, the fritz Forging simple contracts The air, the miles Longing for your contact Ancient, creeping, tactile But the curse is yours Even after all of this You do your chores Sun and sea and wind and rain The earthly spores The horse, the plot Razing every landmass The owl, the squirrel Verdant trees and lush grass The squeeze, the blitz Lucky witch's cackle The hide, the truth Sucking of the shackle The crops, the corn A blight for every season The jobs, the pinch They don't need a reason Shouting forth, you seal the pipes Hissing in its face Master plan blows down the doors Adamant embrace Spewing spit and heavy filth Suffocating space Looking through, you glimpse the fiend He's ogling your plot Chickens screaming through the gate A blasphemizing rot Sullen sits the music lady This is all she's got Looking down into the pool A spot three inches wide Exploding like an asteroid It fries your luck alive Why can't we get checklist right? One, two, three, four, five I'm so sorry I can't be there East Coast madness I'm so sorry It got this bad Someone help her I'm so sorry I can't fix it It's not my world I'm not worried Know they'll be fine They're my family I'm not worried Fiend don't have my… Turns his gaze to Singe the skin off a countenance so vain Up lighted streets, on quiet nights* When stillness was the way to flight For in the end, we all flash back The block calls out; siege of black ///// *Respects to Neil Peart.
Sleep My son Posture Of everyone The mission Head full of sparks Thrilled Doomed inside a mirage Seep Let go Shuffle Then you set it aside Fix Dream list Jacked Prisoner of the tide You animated every spark Believing that it was your purpose And to a flame they all went dark Conceded that it wasn't worth it Self-cannibal in all our minds You're gnawing through a feeble curtain The skeleton and brain cannot align You mastered all the lesser arts Coasting And glossed over the tricky parts Ghosting Slice the scalp Behold the brain Boiling in its sweat Reach down in And extract the grain Every piece you can get Once a prince And now insane Leatherbound and alone Made no sense Blade drops Caught a break Returned to the plains Pilgrimage of the saint He can keep Flame hot That dream locked
List Serve 08:54
List serve Who, what, when Deserve Let's begin Turning pockets inside out You're talismad List serve Keep it clean Yes, sir Oh, I've always been Trusting, hustling, so devout You're just as bad Old selfish master Coursing its way upstream Paint drying faster Staining every lampshade green List serve What base thirst Which man Got there first Old selfish master Coursing its way upstream Paint drying faster Staining every lampshade green Not so fast so Just a vessel List serve Understand Reserve List serve Best we can Observe
Your life says perfection That part will fall through I am out for blood Steering Greed Middle Age Twitchy Eye Frozen Air Decisions Call the coin in the air Tails makes five in a row Sparkling Dates Nicorette A slow day Parking Gods Paradigm shift Pedal screeching threat Horses above Cannibalized for a piece of it Into Aftershave She's Uncaged Paint Unscathed Perma Dusk A slow day She's Unfazed You think your life says perfection You believe your life says perfection Eventually will fall through Who cares about those inner whistle things?
Dude couldn't have a wilder vibe How does it feel, knowing all your friends are mine?


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released August 8, 2015

Tony Gedrich - bass, vocals ("Line of Prime," "List Serve," "Dinner Alone"), keyboards
Joe Petrucelli - guitar
Hank Shteamer - drums, vocals ("Human Butt," "The Freeze, the Fritz," "List Serve")


Dave Perlis - vocals on "Countach"

All songs by STATS. Lyrics by Hank Shteamer, except "Countach" (Dave Perlis) and "Dinner Alone: How Does It Feel" (Tony Gedrich).

Recorded and mixed by Ben Greenberg at Strange Weather, August 2013 to February 2014. Mastered by James Plotkin, January 2015. Released by New Atlantis, August 8, 2015.


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STATS (Brooklyn) Brooklyn, New York

Formed in 2002 under the name Stay Fucked, STATS are an aggressive, stylistically omnivorous rock trio based in Brooklyn. STATS released their debut LP, 'Mercy,' in August 2015 via New Atlantis Records.

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