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Cheating The War Game LP

by Whipping Post

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    10 Track 45rpm limited 12" vinyl

    Edition of 250

    Black vinyl in pocket sleeve
    w/ doubled sided insert + A5 Promo postcard [150] copies
    + Limited edition A2 poster included with [100] copies

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1.
I FLEW TOO CLOSE TO THE SUN NOW I’M ON FIRE I POLLINATED THE SEED OF LIFE BUT GOT CAUGHT IN THE FLOWER I BOUGHT THE FLAME DOWN TO THE STADIUM JUST TO SEE IT EXTINGUISH I SEE A BLIND MAN MISS THE TRAIN ALL HOPE DIMINISHED IS IT BAD LUCK IN ALL THAT I SEE? IS IT BAD LUCK OR IRONY? WALKING HALFWAY TO MY JOB AND GOT CAUGHT IN THE RAIN BOOKED A HOLIDAY IN THE SUN BUT I GOT ON THE WRONG PLANE I FELT A BULLET WHIZZ PAST MY HEAD BUT IT KILLED MY BEST FRIEND I TOOK A WRONG TURN INTO A TUNNEL THAT HAD NO END
2.
YOU DRIVE A HOLE THROUGH MY SKULL BUT THE BLADE’S GONE DULL SO YOUR SPARK’S BEEN NULLED KILLING TIME BUT IT WON’T DIE I TRY TO WALK WITH A STITCH IN MY SIDE AS MY FEET SINK INTO THE DESERT SAND LOOK AROUND THE CORNER WITH A GUN IN MY HAND KILLING TIME BUT IT WON’T DECEASE THERE’S A FINE LINE BETWEEN GRIEF AND FEELING NOTHING AT ALL SO I’LL TAKE GRIEF TO FEEL AT EASE DRIVING ON ROADS BETWEEN MOUNTAINS AT THE LOWEST POINT YOU CAN GLIDE CLIMBING ON A CORNER JUST TO COLLIDE WITH YOU ON THE OTHER SIDE KILLING TIME BUT IT WON’T DIE
3.
WHILE ANGELS WALK THE STREETS AMONG US LITTLE DEVILS ARE PROUD OF HELL WHILE ANGELS SUFFER ALONG WITH FOOLS LITTLE DEVILS HAVE THEIR SPACE TO DWELL WINGS WORKING AS A CLOAK FOR THE WORLD SHELTER FROM THE WIND AND RAIN AND EFFIGY FOR THE MEEK AND THE BROKEN SYMBOLIC EXCUSE TO DISPLACE THEIR SHAME OH, TO BE A DEVIL WITH A PLACE NICE AND WARM SOMEWHERE TO BE PROUD OF WITH NO OBLIGATION TO THE UNBORN ALL IT TAKES IS SOME WEIRD SIN TO BE ABSOLVED OF AFTERLIFE HYPOCRITICAL DIVINATION WITH NO SHAME A DIM LIT ROOM WITH BOTH SIDES OF THE COIN SAINTS AND SINNERS SHARE IN COMPANY ALL MEN HAVE SINNED SO TAKE THE MOULDY BREAD WHILE THE DEVIL OFFERS SOMETHING SWEET SO GO NOW BE A DEVIL FORSAKE YOUR WINGS AND FALL TO A PLACE DEEP UNDERGROUND KEEP YOURSELF WARM BY THE FIREBALL
4.
A4. LAME MAN 02:09
HELP THE LAME MAN WALK THROW AWAY HIS CRUTCH THE LONG WHITE STICKS HE USED TO HELP KEEP HIM UP ROLL THE DIRT AND LIGHT THE TIP SUCK FIRE TO THE LIP SOW THE SEEDS OF A GRASS ONCE GREEN NOW JUST A MASS OF BROWN IT’S A CRUTCH A THORN IN HIS SIDE WORLD GETS TOO MUCH WHITE STICKS CONFIDE HELP THE LAME MAN BREATHE OXYGENATE HIS BLOOD HELP HIM LIFT HIS TIRED HEAD AGAIN TO LIVE AS IF A SANE MAN SHOULD
5.
YOU’RE AN ANT IN THE AFTERBIRTH A BEE ON THE BEACH THE CASH FOR COCAINE DONKEY’S URINE IN HEAT YOU’RE A MISMATCHED PHONETIC CONGREGATION’S HERETIC YOU’RE THE FIDDLING NERO YOU’RE A ZERO AN EXHAUSTION OF ENERGY A FIRE IN THE FUNERAL HOME YOU’RE THE GREED THAT’S IN MONEY THE DEAD HOLY GHOST AN INCESTUOUS RELATIONSHIP YOU’RE A JOKE WITH NO CROWD KILLING YOURSELF TO LIVE BUT LIVING IN SHROUD YOU’RE A MOTHER WITHOUT A SON YOU’RE A NOTION WITHOUT A POINT AN OBSTRUCTION IN THE ROAD PRINCESS WITH NO TOAD QUIETLY FADING OUT REPEATING YOURSELF YOU’RE A STALKER WITH NO ZONE TROUBLE YOU’RE AN UNDERPASS WITH NO LIGHT A VACATION WITHOUT A BAG YOU’RE THE WORM IN THE APPLE XENOPHOBE WITH A FLAG
6.
WHAT MILLIONAIRE WOULD GIVE THEIR TREASURE FOR A LAST GASP OF AIR? HAS A SUIT CLEANED FOR THE GUILLOTINE FOR ALL TO SEE THEY PAID THEIR TOLL NOW HEADS WILL ROLL ART OF THE DEAL YOU CAN KEEP YOUR BLOOD MONEY AND YOUR EXPENSIVE HAIR SO TAKE A SEAT TURN UP THE HEAT FIRE UP THE CHAIR FOR ALL YOUR LIES I’LL WATCH YOU FRY WITHOUT A CARE THEY LIFT YOUR HOOD UP YOUR TENANTS SHOW UP TO THE STAND
7.
I’M TIRED OF THESE BEDROOM SCENES OF UNBUTTONING MY JEANS I’M WIRED TO THESE BOUDOIR DREAMS OF SILK AND LEATHER SEEMS I’M WIRED OH SO PRETTY DRESSED IN PEACH NOW I’VE DROWNED MY RED DRESS IN THE BLEACH OH SO PRETTY DRESSED IN BLEACH I FEEL THE GRIP OF MY BACK TRACKING THE ZIP OF THE SILK STARTING TO SLIP OVER MY SLENDER HIPS MY LEFT HAND TAKES THE STRAP PEELED OFF MY LOWER BACK AS MY RIGHT CONTOURS MY LIPS OH SO PRETTY DRESSED IN PEACH NOW I’VE DROWNED MY RED DRESS IN THE BLEACH OH SO PRETTY DRESSED IN BLEACH OH SO PRETTY DRESSED IN PEACH NOW I’VE DROWNED BY RED DRESS IN THE BLEACH LOOK AT MY HANDS AND I SEE THEM PEEL A HIDDEN SECOND SKIN A FANTASY REVEAL I WALK OVER TO THE GLASS MY REFLECTION MAKES ME SHIVER I SEE MYSELF SO CLEAR I COULD BE YOUR MIRROR I COULD BE YOURS
8.
TODAY’S TEARS ARE JUST TOMORROW’S RAIN I NEED TO STORM TO COME AND WASH AWAY MY BLAME THE DAILY CYCLE REPEATS ITSELF AGAIN TODAY’S TEARS ARE TOMORROW’S RAIN I SWEPT THE RUG FROM UNDERNEATH YOUR TOES EVERYTHING IS CONSTANT UNTIL IT GOES YOUR TEARS TODAY BECOME TOMORROW’S RAIN I WISH A STORM WOULD FORM AND WASH AWAY YOUR PAIN YOUR CLOUDS WILL PART FOR YOU AND YOU’LL TRANSCEND I HOPE TO SEE YOU AGAIN UP AROUND THE BEND EVERYTHING IS CONSTANT UNTIL IT GOES
9.
CONTEMPLATIVE I RETIRE TO MY CHAMBER HINDQUARTER DAMP FROM THE EVENING DEW GOLDEN HOUR CLOAKS MY DESTINY BASKET OF FRUIT HAS BEEN LEFT FOR YOU I RISE GENTLY TO THE MOURNING SONG BAKED APPLE FILLS MY LUNGS A CHORUS FROM BENEATH THE TREE ODE TO THE MORNING SUN I DRINK IN MEDITATION A DROP OF BLOOD A DASH OF WINE UNFAVOURED HAND GRIPS THE GLASS AS IN THE SCRIPTURE THAT SAYS BLOOD MUST COME FROM THE RIGHT I’M GUIDED TO THE WOODEN ALTAR MY MAN AND MAIDEN HAVE BEEN STRIPPED TO THE FLESH LAID ON THEIR BACKS I TURN FERVOURED EXPLORER FROM MOISTENED CAVERNS TO MONOLITHS SEVEN LIMBS SEVEN DAYS A YEAR OF PRAYER FOR THE SEED OF A MAN I’M DROPPED DOWN FROM MY CLOUD FOR ALL TO SEE THEN LED UP TO MY SEVEN LIMBED CROSS NEXT YEAR’S FARMER AND I KNEEL ON THE LAWN GIVEN THE SCYTHE I STRIPE HIS RIGHT PALM WE JOIN ARMS AS BROTHERS OUR BLOOD DRIPS DOWN TO QUENCH THE LAND WE KISS EACH OTHER SOFTLY SO NEXT YEAR’S HARVEST IS AT HAND SEVEN LIMBS SEVEN DAYS A YEAR OF PRAYER FOR THE SEED OF A MAN SACRIFICIAL GERMINATION CARNAL INSEMINATION PERMEATION FOR THE GOOD OF THE LAND WITH THE NOOSE AROUND MY NECK I LOOK UPON A SEA OF GREEN WITH MY LAST BREATH I TELL MY FAMILY NOT TO CRY TO FEED HIS FAMILY SOMETIMES A MAN MUST DIE SEVEN LIMBS SEVEN DAYS A YEAR OF PRAYER FOR THE SEED OF THE FARMER
10.
SINCE THE BIRTH OF SCIENCE WE’RE EXPLORING THE STARS A MILLENNIA OF GOVERNMENT AND WE’RE STILL BURNING CARS FROM AURORA BOREALIS TO THE BOMBS OF SOUTH SUDAN BOTH MINOR LIGHTS AND FLASHES BOTH PART OF ‘GOD’S PLAN’ ROUND THE CORNER COMES A NUCLEAR WAR WHERE IS GOD’S PLAN NOW? BURNED IN THE FACES OF THE POOR THEY WONT ADMIT IT OR TAKE THE BLAME USING GOD’S PLAN TO CHEAT THE WAR GAME

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10 track black vinyl 12" LP

Edition of 250:
150 - w/ double sided insert, A5 promo postcard
100 - include an additional A2 poster

"Here's what I took from this fine record:

Named for the ALLMANS but barely men at all, “WHIPPING POST” invite you back to theirs, again. ECTOMORPHS worldwide are set to shake their tiny FLAGELLA all the way to “Add to Cart”, a first step on “CHEATING THE WAR GAME”’s inexorable march to the used bin. Once there, it’ll sit comfortably alongside all-era uncomfortables LAUGHING HYENAS, ROLLINS BAND, SWIZ and sell-nowts SNAKE APARTMENT.

These four TAXPAYERS give you rock in ingredient form. DRY-as-a-bone-bass-tone. COLD-bias guitars. Drums in LUMPS. Lyrics delivered in the GRISTLE. The absurd THEATRE of their former projects (THE FLEX, PERSPEX FLESH and MOB RULES) is still there, goosed up with an all-new IMPOTENT SWAGGER. A loser’s fugue on an UNCREDITED PIANO appears throughout; a thin veneer of ART over something altogether NOT ART.

“WHIPPING POST” promise they can be YOUR MIRROR. Friend, you best take a long HARD look." - Conor Rickford

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released January 22, 2020

released January 22, 2020

Vocals - Andrew Jones
Guitar - Robin Tyers
Bass - Paul Steere
Drums - Benjamin Hirst

Recorded & Mixed by James Atkinson @ The Stationhouse
Mastered by Dan Randall

Cover Sculpture by Ellie Geary
Cover Photograph - Travis Stanton
A2 poster Photograph - Amy Wildman
Band photographs - Natalie Wood [Wondergirlphoto]

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VOC - A. JONES
GUI - R. TYERS
BAS - P. STEERE
DRU - B. HIRST

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