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Grave Pop

by Thee Creeps

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diddley_whack Yep !! : - "Shitluck" ,,, to me that's the epitome of how a "Garage-Punk" band should sound , raw - raucous - & with 'gravel-esque' vocals ,,,, & these guys know how to do their job , even the slower tracks have got something going for them ,,,, money well spent Favorite track: Shitluck.
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Typheus Some groovy noisy punk. Real refreshing. This stuff makes me hopeful for our future. Favorite track: Personal Frankenstein.
cuyahoga
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cuyahoga so fuckin cool!! big fan am i!!! Favorite track: I Can't Wait/Proud To Be A N.Y.C. Hippie.
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    Let's go do some crime! These juvenile delinquents from the depths of the Garden State take to the the streets with their second full-length and it's NASTIER, FUZZIER, and LOUDER than hell and there's nothing you can do about it, pacho!! Hell hath no fury like Thee Creeps rocking out and Grave Pop shreds for 8 rip-roaring tracks!!

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1.
Sweaty Angel 01:34
Dripping wet, her hand is delicate Hands are shaking and her screams are thin She’s got your eyes in a tightened vise Another step, too precise She’s my sweaty angel Wild eyes like she’s been possessed Dark screams like a demoness Black boots and a floral dress Hair is crazy and her makeup’s a mess She’s in the gutter with the rotting mice Nothing happens, it happens twice She’s unstable and a little insane A fallen angel with a problematic brain
2.
I've got a problem I'm feeling sick My head is swimming I'm swimming thick I'm sinking down I'm digging in You got inside my head Now I can't win I wish I was your personal Frankenstein You know I'd feel so fine. I'd be yours, I'm just a monster But I'd do anything to make you mine Up in my castle Bolts in my head A chain around my neck Your name on it I asked the doctor What's wrong with me He said 'You've got a monster crush but it's an abnormality'
3.
Roach Ghost 02:57
Hey babe I’m the call that’s been waiting Dial tone on the street and its raining Late night on the train to New Jersey Late night, I don’t know if you heard me And I’m the roach that’s in your head And I’m the ghost that won’t stay dead I know what you’re dreaming of But I don’t want to fall in love Sweet thing, I don’t know what I’m feeling That look you got, a wall of apathy, reeling I’m shaking hard and I don’t understand why Don’t wanna be alone, but I’m just trying to get by
4.
I’ve got a simple mind Get rid of it I’m always tripping up Cause I’m an idiot My baby says fine She couldn’t care She says she loves me I don’t have a prayer You can sleep inside my grave You can pray but you won’t be saved You’ll never catch my wave I’ve got dirty sheets I’m a glowing mess I’ve got dirty feet Up on your empty dress No I don’t got time To waste on you My head’s glowing black All my thoughts are blue
5.
Shitluck 03:19
A pile of shattered glass A line of thirteen cats The darkest kind of black I’m always catching up Always a dollar short I’m always out of gas I’ve got shitluck Shitluck again Well I’m fucking up, Slipping up again Another call you back, Another not tonight Another some other time I’m gonna kill those cats And make those mirrors shine I’m gonna get what’s mine
6.
My throne is a couch full of empty cans And busted hearts, and busted hands My god is a worn out TV screen With no more blues, and no more greens The cigarettes taste like coconut trees Nobody ever asks about the scrapes on your knees We’re taping up our windows for the drunken seas And sweating out our evils to the pulsing strings If this is all a waste of time I wanna waste my life Sweating on the porch and cramped under the stairs Packing sweaty bodies onto tables and chairs Puddles of beer, lost lighters, and phones Walls of white noise filter jovial drones Out on the grass, the vibrating haze We’re watching the dark crumble to day Goodnights, goodbyes to the promise within Waiting until it can happen again If this is all a waste of time I wanna waste my life
7.
I waited six billion years in a cozy grave The back of my eyes are a ruddy haze Worms in my pockets and dirt in the seams Rattling around with my rotted dreams I wore my prettiest suit with the sleeves full of cards I’m the luckiest body in the graveyard My fingers are crossed, my future is bright My soul is grinning and I’m sitting tight I can’t wait for the world to end Don’t you want to know, don’t you want to know Got dead end feelings, and I’ve got no soul A magic city six feet in the ground Sinking to hell with a rushing sound Here’s my coffin, kiss my bones Throw black paint on my tombstone Turn off the music, turn off the light Toss me in a hole and kiss me goodnight I can’t wait for the world to end

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Recorded in Mack's garage over a few years. 8 new tracks about bad stuff at high volume. Dig in.

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released March 25, 2017

Mack Kernan - Vocals, Guitar, Keys
Jason Moody - Guitar
Matt Schuckert - Bass
Chris Taylor - Drums

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Thee Creeps New York

Big Mack Kernan - Guitar/Vocals
Jason Moody - Guitar
Matt Schuckert - Bass
Chris 'The Hottie' Taylor - Drums

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