Blue vinyl in a hand screened, hand sewn burlap jacket. Limited to 500 copies.
Formed in Spring of 08, Slang Chickens have rapidly become one of the more endearing and enticing young bands to come out of Los Angeles in a long while. In just one years time, they have traveled on both the West and East coasts, sharing the stage with contemporaries such as Jay Reatard, Sleepy Sun, Crystal Antlers, the Strange Boys, and The Thermals.
The Chickens (as their friends call them) take influence from bands as diverse and contradictory as The Gun Club, X, Devo, Neil Young, Everly Brothers, Mississippi John Hurt, Flying Burrito Bros., and Pavement. Slang Chickens have assertively created a jubilant fornication of these artists who brought them together. But more than this, they have synthesized a unique sound utilizing electric and acoustic guitars, banjos, and lapsteel, that is as equally familiar and home-style comfortable as it is fresh. They have proven to be a wonderful contradiction. Their full-length debut was recorded at various houses and studios in Los Angeles and will be released by the budding Psychedelic Judaism label.
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lyrics
Skippin' town no reason to look back
Now that all the flowers turned black
Women dried up just like the well
This whole mother fuckin' place has gone to
Well, I guess things could be much worse
They could send me off in a white hearse
Gonna go down south gotta find me a nurse
Look back at this town with a laugh and a curse
As the night walks to your door
And the light pours in your room
I send flowers to your door
More and more
These ain't the badlands no more
Balands come and badlands they go
Badlands seem to follow me every other way I go
Well maybe it’s not the badlands, maybe its me
Because I find this place in every God damned country
And I guess things could be much worse
They could send me off in a white hearse
Gonna go down south gotta find me a nurse
Look back at this town with a laugh and a curse
As the night walks to your door
And the light pours in your room
I send flowers to your door
More and more
These ain’t the badlands no more
1985 and all I wanna do is get stoned
Well, well, well
Come down easy
As the night walks to your door
And the light pours in your room
I send flowers to your door
More and more
These ain’t the badlands no more
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