Name: Spin Me 'Like a Record' by Hate Dept
Duration: 3 min 20 s
Description: We recorded this in 2000, considering it as a 'single' while on a 'record label'. The drums were played by Josh Freese, and guitar by his band mate Warren Fitzgerald, who were my peers at the time in a band called the Vandals. Shortly after that, several things changed dramatically.

great cover! I love the guitar especially, nice interpretation.

We recorded this in 2000, considering it as a 'single' while on a 'record label'. The drums were played by Josh Freese, and guitar by his band mate Warren Fitzgerald, who were my peers at the time in a band called the Vandals. Shortly after that, several things changed dramatically.

Spin Me 'Like a Record'

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[Verse 1]
Engines roaring, metal in my veins
Dreams of conquest running through the chains
He thinks he’s clever, always slipping free
But I’ve got plans he’ll never see

Raise the stakes, I’m locking in tight
Fire the cannons, blot out the night
Steel armada waiting at my hand
This is the rise of the Eggman brand

[Chorus]
I’ve come to make an announcement,
Eggman’s empire, my monumental moment!
I’ve come to claim what's rightfully mine (mine),
With every gadget and design.
From Death Egg orbits to casino nights (nights),
Fear the name of Eggman's might!

[Verse 2]
Asteroids falling, countdown begun
One more push and the war is won
I’ll bend the heavens, I’ll shake the ground
When I unleash, there’s no way around

Get a load of this, hear the sirens scream
Lunacy forged into a laser beam
He’ll crack a joke, but he’ll play my game
I’ll carve my empire, I’ll stake my claim

[Chorus]
I’ve come to make an announcement,
Eggman’s empire, my monumental moment!
I’ve come to claim what's rightfully mine (mine),
With every gadget and design.
From Death Egg orbits to casino nights (nights),
Fear the name of Eggman's might!

[Bridge]
The clock is ticking, the towers burn
One more strike and there’s no return
Laugh if you want, but you’ll soon obey
When Eggman’s empire rules the day

[epic guitar solo]

[Chorus]
I’ve come to make an announcement,
Eggman’s empire, my monumental moment!
I’ve come to claim what's rightfully mine (mine),
With every gadget and design.
From Death Egg orbits to casino nights (nights),
Fear the name of Eggman's might!

[Outro]
Yosh! (echo)
Power surging, I won’t be denied
Yosh! (echo)
Eggman future, world collide

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This version of ‘Neurozone’ is an early cassette demo of tracks that emerged as we were writing Burn Out At The Hydrogen Bar. It’s from a collection of random cassette demos of varying quality I’ve unearthed and finally transferred to CD. I’m loosely calling it “Burnt Out (talkin’ shit and shootin’ smack)” ‘cause I’m such a fuckin’ intellectual and that’s really much more of what we ever did than actually write enough music to fill an album. 

Dylan was living in a ground floor apartment on 4th street sometime in the summer of ‘92 when we wrote this jagged little shard. The place was owned by a motorcycle freak whose real name I can’t remember for the life of me, but I used to call him Gear, so Gear he remains. Hidden behind a dented and grumpily resistant steel door that complained when opened, the joint was shockingly miniscule. Its size wasn’t helped by the fact that it was jacked full of strange heaps of machine parts, stacks of tires in corners and drums of oil against the back wall. Its two windows were perpetually curtained leaving the place cast in murky dark. We called it Dog Solitude in tribute. (We had an insane fabricated two-deck card game hybrid of poker, cheating and drinking we played in those days for which we applied the same sobriquet). Husks of motorcycles in different stages of either collapse or reanimation stood on blocks next to the hacked-short insult of a cigarette-burn halo’d couch in what was the main room, skeletal shapes casting skyline shadows across the greasy wooden floor boards. Dylan’s studio was his room, and his room was sweeping enough to accommodate bed and gear but nothing more. I spent a lot of time scrunched up beside the desk knotted in pensweatnotebookinkfever while D scribbled threads of 1’s and 0’s, the two of us passing headphones back and forth as the threads began to knit into something coherent. I dropped rough vocals standing on his bed and trying not to bounce....hehehe. The feel and sound of ‘Neurozone’ was very much infected and inflected by 4th street’s furiously active life. Originally a bay windowed room, the construction of Detox’s space meant that bed and studio essentially elbowed themselves out into the sidewalk, the world outside bleeding into it in a constant stream of street sounds, conversation shards excerpted through the window, sirens keening, radios blaring ballgames and gunshots barking in warm nights, an indecipherable omniverse pouring in in mangled, neon-sputtering spliced configurations. “There’s something moving on the other side, but what it is is not too clear”.

There will be more, but this is for now. This is for fallen friends and those who simply couldn’t go on any more, friends from then and friends from now, the ghosts who haunt my days, your days, our days. 
This is for Jamie Duffy and Craig Albertson and Bobby Ross and for Critter, just to start the list rolling.

Yes, you can download it.




Neurozone - demo

A track made for 10/01/2010. inspired by the release of 'The Social Network', we copied our facebook profiles into MP3. Mangled them, and here are the results.

Spin Me 'Like a Record'

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