Name: Look At Your Game Girl by The LaBiancas in New Releases // Week of May 25, 2014
Duration: 2 min
Description: A demo (we had nearly forgotten that it existed) from the recording sessions of our first album, Charles Manson is Jesus Christ

New Releases // Week of May 25, 2014

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A demo (we had nearly forgotten that it existed) from the recording sessions of our first album, Charles Manson is Jesus Christ

Look At Your Game Girl

This is our first demo, from official DAY ONE of our BabyFriendship's Band. Top secret upload for The Vectorians, since nobody in the world knows the band yet.

Baby † Friendship [ baby † demo ]

(demo, 2011)

MANY OF US

WE PASS ON THROUGH THE LAND
NOT OF DIRT AND PLANTED SEED
BUT TO GROW DEEP DOWN INSIDE
BEHIND THE SOUL OF THE HOLLOW MAN
THERE'S ROOM FOR MORE THAN MEETS THE EYE OF HE
WHO OTHERWISE WAS BLIND WOULD NEVER SEE
THE STATION AND THE ORDER OF DEMANDS
FOR WHAT WE NEED
THERE ARE MANY OF US INSIDE THIS MAN
MANY OF US INSIDE THIS MAN
WE WATCH AND WAIT
WE CANNOT STAND WITHOUT THE BODY PLAN
OUR LOT OF PROPERTY
A PLOT TO BUILD UPON WITH OUR MYRIAD HANDS
THERE ARE MANY OF US INSIDE THIS MAN
MANY OF US INSIDE THIS MAN
PLEASE UNDERSTAND 
ONE BY ONE OUR NAMES ARE SCORED BENEATH THE SKIN
WE KEEP THE RECORD FOR POSTERITY 
WE'RE GRANTED SAFETY 
AND WE'RE GUIDING HIM ON THROUGH THE LAND
THERE ARE MANY OF US INSIDE THIS MAN
MANY OF US INSIDE THIS MAN
NONE OF US IS LONELY 
WE TRAVEL IN A BAND
WE HAVE OUR STRENGTH IN NUMBERS
ONE IS MIGHTY, ONE IS FEW
ONE DAY WE WILL JUMP RIGHT OUT AND DANCE
THERE ARE MANY OF US INSIDE THIS MAN
MANY OF US INSIDE THIS MAN
WE SEND OUR MESSAGES IN CONCERT 
WE'RE DRAWING PIGS OUT TO THE WATER
WE'LL REACH YOU WHEN WE CAN
THERE ARE MANY OF US INSIDE THIS MAN
MANY OF US INSIDE THIS MAN

MANY OF US

I’m great in bed 
Better in the casket

Live fast, die young
And leave a beautiful corpse 
Please

It only gets hard in the graveyard 
If your flesh is hot, mine is not
Cemetery sex, the dead do it best
The dead do it best
Cemetery sex, the dead do it best

I’ll dig you up and fuck you 
I'll dig you up and fuck you
I know you want me to 
I’ll dig you up and fuck you
Your ghost told me to 
Your ghost told me to

I won't let you rest in peace
Until I get a piece 
Of your fetid rotting flesh
The more it rots, the better it tastes

I don't mind the maggots
I don't mind the maggots
They're just an added bonus
Just an added bonus

Time to read the obituaries 
To see who I'm gonna fuck tonight
Gonna fu-fuck tonight
Gonna fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck tonight

I’ll dig you up and fuck you 
I’ll dig you up and fuck you 
I know you want me to
I’ll dig you up and fuck you 
Your ghost told me to
Your ghost told me to

An orgy at the morgue
I never get bored
I'd fuck you back to life
But then I wouldn't love you
I don't mind the maggots
I don't mind the maggots
I don't mind the maggots
They're just an added bonus

I saw you in your hearse
Your body looked so good and stiff 
I swear I could've died
(I could've died)
I knew I couldn't live without you by my side
(By my side)
Your funeral, our wedding
Your corpse my blushing bride
They said it was a homicide

Cemetery sex, the dead do it best
The dead do it best
Cemetery sex, the dead do it best
The dead do it best

I’ll dig you up and fuck you 
I’ll dig you up and fuck you 
I know you want me to
I’ll dig you up and fuck you 
Your ghost told me to

Cemetery sex, the dead do it best
The dead do it best
Cemetery sex, the dead do it best
The dead do it best

I’ll dig you up and fuck you 
I’ll dig you up and fuck you 
I know you want me to
I’ll dig you up and fuck you 
Your ghost told me to
Your ghost told me to

Time to read the obituaries 
To see who I'm gonna fuck tonight
Gonna fu-fuck tonight
Gonna fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck tonight

Cemetery sex, the dead do it best
I'll dig you up and fuck you
I know you want me to
I'll dig you up and fuck you
Your ghost told me to
I'll dig you up and fuck you





I'll Dig You Up And Fuck You

I couldn’t talk you out of doing
What you did to me
I tried to prove to you
That the mold could not be cast so easily 
I was thinking that our shelf life
Might just last another day or two
You look your best
When you’re looking almost identical to you

Empathy
I’ve seen more than you want me to 
Empathy
I’ve seen you

I’m letting go of the body
It has to float away
Freedom to the feeling
It needs the living room to grow on its own
We couldn’t live
On the arrogance of innocence alone 

Lacking all the wisdom
They say the coming age will bring 
Exile is a happy happy home
It’s the perfect place to raise a family 
And grow old

Empathy
I’ve seen more than you want me to 
Empathy
I’ve seen you

Playing parts without the script
Parts played to great effect
I let them have their time with you
And I hoped they would enjoy it
You won’t be caught roaming in the spirit world 
The broken lines lead straight to you

Empathy
I’ve seen more than you want me to 
Empathy
I’ve seen you
Empathy
I have got no sympathy for you
No sympathy for you

You don’t ever miss when you lock 
And aim to please
I’ve seen your friendly fire
But I do not miss the taste
Of the LEGIONS who came before and after me 
I won’t be your second best assailant
I’ll hear your screams in my violent dreams 
I’ll hear your screams in my violent dreams

Empathy
I’ve seen more than you want me to 
Empathy
I’ve seen you
Empathy
I have got no sympathy for you
No sympathy for you

Empathy

Hello I am your prophet
Come my flock of lambs
You’re lost I’ll be your shepherd
We’ll walk in the sea
We’ll walk in the sand
I’ll lead you by the hand
And I’ll guide you to the promised land 

I’ll bring you to the blooming garden 
You’ll smell the myrrh and olives
You’ll drink the waters of oasis
My life to give in substance

Then I’ll summon you
To ascend my ritual altar
That’s where I will slaughter you 
In fulfillment of the scriptures That you read in undead tongues
One by one and

Europe’s got her crucifix!
It makes no difference
One two three four five six!
There will be deliverance 
And I’m the only one to give it
One two three four five six!
Summation of the mimesis 
Divinity of madness, my genesis 
One two three four five six!

Have you seen the gorgeous youths? 
They’re joining my eternal choir
In rows they hover, clutching psalms 
I stitched their mouths with wire

Europe’s got her crucifix!
It makes no difference
One two three four five six!
There will be deliverance 
And I’m the only one to give it
One two three four five six!
Summation of the mimesis 
Divinity of madness, my genesis 
ONE TWO THREE FOUR FIVE SIX!


Mimesis

I’m controlling your society 
And I control your feeble minds

I’m writing your new history
It begins and ends with my famous ideology 
My monopoly of force
Will set you free to serve me

In this referendum
I’m the only candidate
And mine’s the only vote
If there’s an objection
Start an opposition bloc
Watch how quickly I smash it apart

I am the Hegemon
I am the Hegemon
Defy me at your peril
I am the strong arm
I am the strong arm
Now turn the other cheek
I am your church
I am your minister
I am regime
I am supremacy
I am truth
And I am, I am, I am 
Power absolute
(Power absolute, that’s me)

I’m realigning the borders
Of your standards and your morals 
What you call your culture
Is the study of my pleasures
I watch you as you roam the streets
In a total state of trance
At night you watch the news
All of which I’ve tastefully programmed
I’ll keep you safe from harm
I’ll rock you in my military cradle 

Take shelter from your enemies
In my heavy infantry
If you need a lullaby
Sing, sing, sing, sing my anthem 
Until you fall into a dreamless sleep

I am the Hegemon
I am the Hegemon
Defy me at your peril
I am the strong arm
I am the strong arm
Now turn the other cheek
I am your church
I am your minister
I am regime
I am supremacy
I am truth
And I am, I am, I am Power absolute
(Power absolute, that’s me)


Hegemon

BELIAL boasts of all his powers 
He’s burning votive offerings 
To appease my rising anger
Mankind reclines on the comforts 
Of an Etruscan bed
Sleep, sleep, sleep
Until your dreams have bled 
Through your hollow eyes!

I’ve got no need for plans
I just improvise with the times
I will show no mercy
With the slightest gesture
Of my gracious hand
In but a blink of my eternal eye

I’m ending the universe I’m ending the universe
I hope you’re not surprised 
I’m ending the universe I’m ending the universe 
Kiss the cosmos
Say your sad goodbyes

Your seas of green will turn to lava 
Your earthen lands will swallow you 
And spit what’s left into the arctic winds 
That I invented with my glacial sighs 
This game is mine to terminate
There’s no card left for you to play 
Today, today, today is doomsday 
Doomsday

I’m ending the universe 
I’m ending the universe
I hope you’re not surprised 
I’m ending the universe 
I’m ending the universe 
Kiss the cosmos
Say your sad goodbyes

I’m ending the universe 
I’m ending the universe 
Hope you’re not surprised
I’m ending the universe

I'm Ending The Universe

You practice your religion like a fashion victim 
Your ancient sect is like a discotheque
In the red light district of another dimension
Your clan marches like a high school band 
Waving flags and chanting about their muscles
They’re carrying their guns to a red carpet premiere 
Rubble on the streets and French boutiques
It’s really quite chic to visit your humble home
There’s a rainforest in your bombed out neighborhood

Oh, please
There’s no need there’s none
I’ll have you all laid out on the deck 
Before the day is done

I especially enjoyed the escargot
At that bistro in the refugee camp
Where you took me out to dance the night we met
Your expensive tastes, they won’t go to waste 
When war breaks out in the summer
And everybody looks their best
Suspending disbelief for mutual relief
Let me remind you of the covenant you signed

Oh, please
There’s no need there’s none
I’ll have you all laid out on the deck 
Before the day is done
Oh, please
There’s no need there’s none
I’ll have you all laid out on the deck 
Before the day is done

Lebanon

Lebanon

POSTHUMAN FEMME FATALE

A POSTHUMAN NICO COVER BY JJ BRINE 
DEDICATED TO BRITNEY SPEARS 

"THIS CHANTEUSE IS ON THE LOOSE OK"
 
Produced by JJ Brine + @gosteffects  <3 <3 <3
Vocals and concept by JJ Brine
w/ backing vocals and dial-up modem by Samantha Scarlette
JJ Brine's PostHuman Nico makeup by thee one and only Acid Betty
The Velvet Underground Is Now MACHINA EX DEUS EX MACHINA

8! 8! 8! 

"THIS IS A LOU REED SONG"

FEMME FATALE

Here she comes, you better watch your step
She's going to break your heart in two,
It's true It's not hard to realize
Just look into her false colored eyes
She builds you up to just put you down, what a clown
'Cause everybody knows (She's a femme fatale)
The things she does to please (She's a femme fatale)
She's just a little tease (She's a femme fatale)
See the way she walks
Hear the way she talks
You're put down in her book
You're number thirty seven, have a look
She's going to smile to make you frown, what a clown
Little boy, she's from the street
Before you start, you're already beat
She's gonna play you for a fool, yes it's true
'Cause everybody knows (She's a femme fatale)
The things she does to please (She's a femme fatale)
She's just a little tease (She's a femme fatale)
See the way she walks
Hear the way she talks
Here she comes, you better watch your step
She's going to break your heart in two,
It's true It's not hard to realize
Just look into her false colored eyes
She builds you up to just put you down, what a clown
'Cause everybody knows (She's a femme fatale)
The things she does to please (She's a femme fatale)
She's just a little tease (She's a femme fatale)
See the way she walks
Hear the way she talks
You're put down in her book
You're number thirty seven, have a look
She's going to smile to make you frown, what a clown
Little boy, she's from the street
Before you start, you're already beat
She's gonna play you for a fool, yes it's true
'Cause everybody knows (She's a femme fatale)
The things she does to please (She's a femme fatale)
She's just a little tease (She's a femme fatale)
See the way she walks
Hear the way she talks

A POSTHUMAN NICO COVER BY JJ BRINE DEDICATED TO BRITNEY SPEARS

Charles Manson concept band.
THE LABIANCAS = Lena Marquise + JJ Brine
†††New Manson Family††† 

Review by blog-entactogen
http://blog-entactogen.tumblr.com/post/50256361511/the-labiancas-charles-manson-is-jesus-christ

The LaBiancas - Charles Manson is Jesus Christ
Druglord records, 2013

Few figures have taken the U.S. and possibly the world as controversially as Charles Manson. Is Manson an unrecognized genius and philosopher? Is he the embodiment of all wrong in society? Is Manson both of these? Regardless, Manson has left a huge influence on popular culture for the past half-century, being covered and sampled by such bands as Marilyn Manson, Psychic TV, and Crispin Glover. Few artists have hailed him openly, with exception possibly the former Radio Werewolf vocalist Nikolas Schreck, who once proclaimed, whether in out of provocation or genuine thought, that Charles Manson is “One of the greatest philosophers of our time.”

The legacy of Charles Manson’s marking of popular culture is far from gone, and The LaBiancas stand as a testament to that. A Charles Manson concept band based in New York City, they are somewhat of an underground super-duo, composed of JJ-Brine, whose solo album, President of Mozambique, was released to critical acclaim earlier this producer Lena Marquis. The band’s debut album, the well-titled Charles Manson Is Jesus Christ, presents an almost delirious soundscape evolving around the Manson family history and philosophy through a ranging electronic sound palette. 

Sonically, the album jumps in pacing and mood from track to track. The band’s cover of “Helter Skelter”, and”10050 Cielo Drive” give one the feeling of being at a 90s techno-house rave. “Famous For” could pass as an out-take from Brian Eno’s Taking Tiger Mountain, while the album’s title track echoes the electroclash movement of the early 00s.”Family Jam” feels like Portishead on a bad acid trip, while “I’ll Never Say Never” is a lullaby nightmare. Despite the variation in sound, the tracks on Charles Manson all share some unifying qualities: droning and unisoned vocals, and a clashing of haunting negativity with poppy beats.

It is this hauntingness that makes Charles Manson possibly among the ugliest dance albums to be released in recent years, and in the best way possible. This album turns the euphoric intentions of the rave scene on its head, leaving a mark of discomfort and darkness upon the listener. While in terms of instrumentation, this album is far from groundbreaking, it is thematically unlike any other electronic dance album… ever. Whether or not The LaBiancas achieve any sort of popular success is not up to question, but this album will surely live in the minds of many as being one of the strangest albums of our times.

Can we put a rating on this? We can’t. It’s too bold of a statement to be pinned to a number.

∞/10

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