ANTHROPOLOGICAL CURIOSITIES AND UNEARTHED ARCHAEOLOGICAL RELICS is our third, full-length studio album. I get questions asking about the songs and what they are about (besides Bigfoot) and maybe what inspired them. I took a few minutes to jot down some notes about each track and give some insight their creation. We worked hard on this material and tried to stay true to our original mantra, which has always been to create music that we would want to listen to and make that guy who buys a CD or download, feel like he got his money's worth!

Cheers!
Sisson
11/25/15


IT TAKES GUTS
An obvious play on words here. "Do you have what it takes?" Why, yes...yes you do.

Will you survive?
Do You have what it takes?
Roll of the dice - Will you come out alive?
Can you survive?
Yes, you have what it needs...
You're out of time.

Courage - Measured - By - The Handful
Innards - Torn Out - It - It takes Guts

Holding - your life - within - its hands x2

Courage measured by blood and gore
You have what it's looking for.
Bravery spilling on to the floor,
You have what it's looking for.

IT TAKES GUT - IT TAKES GUTS

Courage measured by blood and gore
You have what it's looking for.
Bravery spilling on to the floor,
You have what it's looking for.


ARMED TO THE TEETH

Inspired by the book BIGFOOT WAR. Man vs. an onslaught of 8+ foot tall bi-pedal creatures.

A single minded purpose seeking revenge
a declaration of war. Nothing will stop me until you’re dead at my feet-
apocalypse - blood  + gore.
Catch your breath and run when you can,
mankind must stay alive.
Warfare reigns and body count rises,
struggle - try and survive.

chorus:
You took it all from me
Now vengeance will be mine
There’s nothing left to chance
Every creature will die
Its a war between man and beast
A struggle to survive

Are you ready for war?
A declaration of war.

Armed to the teeth -fight for your life
Mankind’s last hope -you must survive
Armed to the teeth -fight for your life
Mankind’s last hope -you must survive

Armed to the teeth -Armed to the teeth


BEWARE! COCKSQUATCH

A song inspired by the late Mr. Dave Brockie. Dave did a short design for us at the end of 2009. He had a whole story behind the art even. I was floored that he put so much thought in to the shirt art. He called it "Cocksquatch" and said we should make it for the stage, have it "jizz" all over the crowd. The song is about a guy, kidnapped by a Bigfoot cult and sexually sacrificed to the woodland creature. The song is told from the perspective of the victim. The spoken word section (victim/survivor part) of the song was originally supposed to be recorded by Dave.

Molested, in the woods and left for dead
-The lucky don't survive
Wrought with fear. Puckered ass, Cocksquatch is near
-The lucky aren't alive

Your bowels will tremble and your buttcheeks - twitch

Molested, in the woods and left for dead
-The lucky don't survive
Wrought with fear. Puckered ass, Cocksquatch is near
-The lucky aren't alive

(VICTIM/SURVIVOR PART)

- He drug me through the woods, was molested for days by the animal kingdom's "John Holmes."
- Cock like a flesh covered oil can, thick-veined with pimples and sores.
- I was warned, I didn't listen. Some things are best left unseen.
- The one thing I wondered, for all of this time, where did he get Vaseline?

Savaged, Infested, Ravaged and Molested

Effigies built, sacrifices made. Virginal offerings, animals slain.
Who will and and of them what will there remain?

Effigies built, sacrifices made. Virginal offerings, animals slain.
They tried to warn you, but the warning came a bit too late.
- Savaged, Infested, Ravaged and Molested
They tried to warn you, but the warning came a bit too late.

DOME-SPLITTER
This is a sequel of sort to the song MURDEROUS BI-PEDAL HOMINID RAMPAGE from the "Don't Go in the Woods" album. The song tells the tale of a man, legs eaten and left for dead by a creature who also tore of his scalp and used it for "toilet paper" for lack of a better description.

Wiped your ass -with my scalp
after you -took a shit

body thrown -in a pit
pit you used -for your shit

I survived - left for dead
you used me - like a toilet

scalp - torn off -wiped your ass
left for dead -in a pit

scalp - torn off -wiped your ass
legs chewed off - left to die
dome splitter

hair ripped clean/my scalp torn off/left for dead/thrown in to your shit
you wiped your ass/with my locks/I nearly died/But I survived it

body thrown/into a pile/left for dead/within your pit
my scalp is gone/but I linger on/I did survive/to have my revenge

thrown in to your shit
a human waste pit
I did survive
I’ll have my revenge

I will have my final revenge
your severed head will do just fine
I’ll take a dump in to your mouth
and finally vengeance is mine


left to die
thrown in a pit
ass wiped with my scalp
after taking a shit

ENTRAILS TORN FROM A CRYPTID'S GUT

We hear from people a lot, that we have a "Cannibal Corpse" kind of sound. I personally do not hear that. So, we give the people what they want! A total love letter to our favorite death metal gods!

A sadomasochistic lust
longing for the taste of blood
guided by my hand and knife
I will take the cryptid life

savage lust for bi-pedal blood
terrible screams perverse and obscene

precision of a butcher’s blade
in darkness shrieks, pure agony
the insides, turned inside out
bowel is spilled and guts torn out

-DISEMBOWELMENT

savage lust for bi-pedal blood
morbid screams perverse and obscene

ROOT CELLAR DWELLER
(JUST TELL IT TO CALL YOU BILLIE)

This is inspired by the movie CREEPSHOW. I always thought the creature that was trapped in the crate was a Yeti. A tiny, blood-thirsty Yeti, just waiting to get out and eat everything in sight.

In the cellar
I lay dormant
I lay waiting

-hid-den a-way

In the cellar
I lay dormant
I lay waiting

-hid-den a-way
un-touched-for-years
thing-of-night-mares

the locks and chains cut free
there’s nothing binding me

simple twist of fate
free from this wooden crate


to feed and drown hunger pangs
warm flesh fueling the fire
of lust for blood an appetite
sharpen teeth ready to bite

I AM FINALLY SET FREE
NOTHING STOPS ME

I HUNGER FOR FLESH
SHARPENED TEETH READY TO BITE

CURIOUS WHO I’LL FIND
A JANITOR WILL DO JUST FINE

UNLEASHED - RELEASED
A curious death you will find

Measured against bite marks you’ll find
Skin, torn and ripped muscles grind
Chewing bone matter and spine


TORN TO SHREDS, FOUND IN SHEDS
Pretty straight forward stuff. Guy sees something lurking around in his back yard...when he goes to investigate that shed door left ajar that's when things really start happening...

I can feel those eyes -  staring back at me
Did I close that door? Something waits for me

With flashlight in hand - slowly I will creep
Pull the door open - eyes look back at me

-FOUND IN SHEDS

nowhere or no place  - for me to escape
and without warning - I have met my fate

Torn apart - organs gone - scattered bones - missing limbs
Torn apart - organs gone
-blood drips from the ceiling
-ripped and torn piece by piece
-scattered on the shed floor
splattered blood - scattered parts - torn apart  x2

-blood drips from the ceiling
-ripped and torn piece by piece
-scattered on the shed floor
splattered blood - scattered parts - torn apart

WE EAT OUR OWN
We recorded a song years ago called WE EAT OUR OWN. These were lyrics I had written for that song that just didn't fit. I re-visited them and thought they would work with the aggressive attack on this song. You be the judge.

YOU'RE GONNA SWEAT

So terrified. So horrified. Trying to hide. Remaining motionless. Not uttering a sound. Then, you feel a single drop of sweat, slowly roll from your forehead, down the side of your face...OR a terrific workout anthem!

RIC FLAIR'S HAIR
An ode to the greatest professional wrestler to ever grace the squared circle. ANY show we play, no matter what town or city, we put him on the guest list...+1.

ABNORMALITIES IN DERMATOGLYPHICS: IDENTIFICATION OF THE UNKNOWN PRIMATE

An endless obsession with foot casts captured from "unknown" origins. This is based on a series foot casts that were delivered for analysis and identification by forensic experts in this field, and no conclusive determination could be made in regard to what  animal/creature made these tracks.

Searching for an answer - Something that you’ll never find / Proof of existence - a clandestine find x2

exhaustive and complete -a definitive conclusion
genetic aberrations - report - inconclusive

Evidence in ridges - lines and patterns defined
ulnar loops, indentations and print patterns - all aligned

— indecisive
— inconclusive
— no evidence
— null conclusion

transverse palmar crease -the Simian line/ interdigital areas and angles undefined

Evidence in ridges - lines and patterns defined
ulnar loops, indentations and print patterns - all aligned  x2

gross anatomy  -based on indentations
squared, flattened heel -with thick cushioning

gross anatomy  -based on calculations
authentic hominid tracks -from an unknown species

gross anatomy  -based on identations
and from the imprint depth - a massive being

gross anatomy  -based on calculations
this is not hoax - and an impossible fake

-three phalangeal joints
-none are present (visible)
-ridge alignment
-flexible pad

imprint depth,
indicative of
a massive biped

authentic tracks -from hominid feet
is it all real? or a brilliant fake? x2

HONOR AND OBEY
Cover of the classic FEAR song. Love FEAR and have always wanted to cover something by them. While most consider us a "death metal" band, we certainly have a punk sensibility in our music, so always nice to get to honestly visit that, especially with a song like this.