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    This is the debut LP from Shitty Weekend, Portland’s most smart-mouthed DIY shredders. The band shares several members with the Taxpayers, including frontdude Andrew Link, as well as PDX grindcore stalwarts Transient. Taxpayers fans will be happy to recognize some familiar goofpunx elements in “Shit Week”, including bouncy horn lines and plenty of folky arpeggios, but Shitty Weekend. But it doesn’t shy away from the nastier, thrashier end of the punk spectrum either. Songs like “Don’t Tell Me Don’t” and “Employee of the Month” channel the frantic hostility of ‘80s hardcore punk in furious bursts, self-destructing before the one-minute-mark as often as not. Andrew’s shrieking vocals expound on religion, government, dad rock, and 9-to-5 ambitions while distorted guitars screech and Noah wails on the drums like his life depends on it. The end result is melodic, aggressive, sarcastic, dissonant, sincere, and punk as fuck. No fucking flossing, punk rock or die.

    Featuring similarly punk as fuck cover art by Keith Rosson.

    This is a run of 500 LPs: 250 on randomly mixed colored vinyl and 250 on black. Random mix vinyl comes in a few variants and all of them legitimately look awesome. You get what you get! If you reeeaally like a certain color, leave a note in your order and we'll try to get you one.

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Get the fuck out of the house, goddamn those sad songs
Throw me off the ship that drives its suburban walls
Burn the mast, hit the gas, split the asphalt sea apart
These days I don't feel so reckless in the heart

These days I don't feel so reckless in the heart
These days I don't feel so reckless in the heart

She always gave everything that she had in her body
But her guts were full of liquor and her brain knew karate
And we'd lie in the dirt, disturb the peace and curse at the skies
These days we don't remember those kind of nights

These days we don't remember those kind of nights
These days we don't remember those kind of nights

And oh dear, how things have changed
Barfed up our youth down the societal drain
And oh dear, how things have changed
Hide away in the woodwork, hide away from the rain

And I wish our parents would let us stay home sick in our beds
So we could flush down the commitments, down the toilets in our heads
Revert to a time before a dime is how we counted our worth
But we're stuck here in the future chained up to the Earth

Yeah we're stuck here in the future chained up to the Earth

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from Shit Week LP SPR09, released March 8, 2014

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