EP1 Released on the 15th of March 2019.

"EP1 End" is written, produced and engineered by Ruan Judy Vos.

EP1 illustration by Neil Büchner.
EP1 design by Ruan Judy Vos and Rozanne Vos.

EP1 End

It sleeps with one eye shut
Bathes in it’s birth and spills to the surface

Ads break monotony
Ad breaks of honesty

One with the rubble
One with a smirk
Our divides are binding
Bite the remote
Rip it’s hand
Harness, horse and a swing

This kick is a pull
I bruise as 
I mold
This kick is a pull
I bruise as 
I mold

If I knew mumblings
Might have said it by now
If I knew nothing
Would I say it aloud?

What can I say?
What do I know?
Where your heads are spent
Our webs are spun
Where your tongues are knives
Our mouths are gun
What can I say?
What do I know?

What can I say?
What do I know?
Where your heads are spent 
Our webs are spun
Where your tongues are knives 
Our mouths are gun
What can I say?
What do I know?

Silence is deadly
Sermons are laborious 
Silence is deadly 
Sermons are laborious 

What can I say?
What do I know?
Where your heads are spent
Our webs are spun
Where your tongues are knives
Our mouths are gun
What can I say?
What do I know?

Let’s drink
We work
We escape

Do you see contemplation in our
Limitations?
I’ve lost my key several times today
Found reality
Sense
And my sentences

Cupped 
In an ashtray

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EP1 Released on the 15th of March 2019.

All music written and performed by PXLS.
All lyrics written by Neil Büchner. 

Produced by Ruan Judy Vos
Recorded by Ruan Judy Vos and Dolf Lombard.
Mixed by Dave Langemann.
Mastered by Tim Lengfeld.

EP1 illustration by Neil Büchner.
EP1 design by Ruan Judy Vos and Rozanne Vos.

I Spy

I set your house on fire
We split the bill three ways
He knows these lines so well 
They bend and form themselves 
These lines on maps and brains
Their static pulse runs dry 
The patchwork drifts in time
Exhaling from foreheads

I smell their souls grow cold
They’ve spent their last few cents
In spite of what’s transpired 
My driver’s cab’s astray
A syllable for hire
When rhyming goes to waste
We’ll bargain with your time
We’ll blame utilities

Who did so anyhow?
Who did so anyhow?
Who did so anyhow?
Who did so anyhow?
Who did so anyhow?
Who did so anyhow?
Who did so anyhow?
Who did so anyhow?

My fickle thought
My thorn
You lie
You lie 
You lie in earnesty

We’re just 
Memory networkers 
We’re just
Memory networkers
We’re just 
Memory networkers
We’re just 
Memory networkers

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EP1 Released on the 15th of March 2019.

All music written and performed by PXLS.
All lyrics written by Neil Büchner. 

Produced by Ruan Judy Vos
Recorded by Ruan Judy Vos and Dolf Lombard.
Mixed by Dave Langemann.
Mastered by Tim Lengfeld.

EP1 illustration by Neil Büchner.
EP1 design by Ruan Judy Vos and Rozanne Vos.

Memory Networker

All music written and performed by PXLS.
All lyrics written by Neil Jnr. Buchner.
Produced by Ruan Judy Vos.

Recorded, Mixed and Mastered by Ruan Judy Vos.

Neil Jnr. Buchner | Vocals and Guitar.
Ruan Judy Vos | Guitar, Synth and Vocals.
Lourens Swart | Bass and Synth.
Rowan Slemon | Drums and Vocals.

Album Illustration/Art by Neil Jnr. Buchner
Album design by Rozanne Vos and Ruan Vos

Frank Talk

You’ve got a chip in your tooth
Think you should free up some space
Can we have sex with machines?
Can we have sex with machines?
I’m just a boy
Standing in front of a microphone
Asking if my shit is generic
And if this line
Punctures through your mind
We’ll pretend to be apathetic

Come piss on
A compass
It’s free I
(It’s free I)
I promise
(I promise)
Remember
To forget
Dilate and
(Dilate and)
Digress
(Digress)

You’ve got a chip in your tooth
(You’ve got a chip in your tooth)
Think you should free up some space
(Think you should free up some space)
Can we have sex with machines?
(Can we have sex with machines?)
Can we have sex with machines?

I’m just a boy
Standing in front of a microphone
Asking if my shit is generic
And if this line
Punctures through your mind
We’ll pretend to be apathetic

Who are you?
A campaign?
A billboard?
A bank?

This place is a body
We are the fat
If this place is a body
What’s wrong with that?

Left hand on a right-hand limb
Left hand on a right-hand limb
(Left hand on a right-hand limb)
Left hand on a right-hand limb
(Left hand on a right-hand limb)
Left hand on a right-hand limb
(Left hand on a right-hand limb)
(Left hand on a right-hand limb)
Left hand on a right-hand limb
(Left hand on a right-hand limb)
(Left hand on a right-hand limb)
Left hand on a right-hand limb
(Left hand on a right-hand limb)
(Left hand on a right-hand limb)
Left hand on a right-hand limb
(Left hand on a right-hand limb)
(Left hand on a right-hand limb)

Chew our lies
Feed our whim
Eat our nerves
Hum our hymns

Chew our lies
Feed our whim
Eat our nerves
Hum our hymns
Chew our lies
(Chew our lies)
Feed our whim
(Feed our whim)
Eat our nerves
(Eat our nerves)
Hum our hymns
(Hum our hymns)

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All music written and performed by PXLS.
All lyrics written by Neil Jnr. Buchner.
Produced by Ruan Judy Vos.

Recorded, Mixed and Mastered by Ruan Judy Vos.

Neil Jnr. Buchner | Vocals and Guitar.
Ruan Judy Vos | Guitar, Synth and Vocals.
Lourens Swart | Bass and Synth.
Rowan Slemon | Drums and Vocals.

Album Illustration/Art by Neil Jnr. Buchner
Album design by Rozanne Vos and Ruan Vos

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