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Let's Go To The Beach

by The Casual Sexists

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    5 tracks from Brooklyn pop snots, The Casual Sexists. Limited edition of 50 copies on cassette

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1.
no shirt, no shoes, no lips, no service no live lobster, no careful romance no soft sibilant expressions of faithlessness no crumbling cities or tropical mistakes just a slow swan dive into the ocean no appointments, no disappointments, no cradling the phone no cars, no bars, no barmen, no Carmen no howlings of lost sirens, no faded friends, no promises compromised, no making amends no broken glass, no Eurail pass, no villanelles no New York, no Venice, no verdegre, no empty shells no sunsets, no dooryards, no glistening perspiration no square miles, no square feet of enclosure or expanse just one dive into the ocean no sharp shock, no hypnic jerk, no strychnine in the well no semaphore, no semiotics, no gin no long-eyed brittle silences, no daylight savings no feelings, no failings, no unworn rings no tears falling from the pier, leaning on rusty railings no gazing back at memories fading to a pinkish hue like clouds of blood in the water no flashings of tiny teeth - well, maybe just a few just one silver swan dive into the ocean let's go to the beach
2.
I shudder as I stick the spindle Into its tiny hole Into the very eye of culture I resolve not to grow old Its vibrations are so warped Crackling with the purest sound Black plastic - transfer the needle From your arm to mine Black plastic – I am refined Black plastic – my one desire Rotting in my parents' loft How could they forget about it?   I sneer at silver plastic Mirrors of incompetence But I could stand to do some preening Once it's time to pay the rent Exquisitely expensive And it takes up half my flat And when there's no more room to move I'll trade it all for stamps Black plastic spins me round and round Except for when it jumps around My needle inches ever closer Towards its tiny hole And it's that tiny hole I need to climb inside Why would I need Casual Sex? I'm nodding along to Jamie XX Triple plastic - Jamie XX Swipe my plastic, Jamie XX Nodding off to Jamie XX No need to panic at the disco - Jamie XX   It lashes me with purest sound Even when it jumps around Tame Impala and Modest Mouse In the Vinyl Room at Soho House Where friends and I swallow and spit In our high class sandpit I buy everything on Soul Jazz I just don't have time to listen to it  Black plastic – in my bedroom Black plastic - not in my car Black plastic - in my parents' loft Black plastic is my desire I like it 'cuz the holes are small I like it 'cuz the grooves are deep It just has that warmth, you know? Black plastic is so warm Black plastic is so smooth Black plastic and coloured plastic Drag me deep into the groove Drag me deep into the groove Drag me deep into the groove Drag me deep into the groove Drag me deep into the groove Drag me deep into the groove Drag me deep into the groove Drag me deep into the groove
3.
Spoils 03:43
It’s cold in here though the heat is high And when I suffocate I’ll turn on the fan Too weak to crawl to the computer I can’t quite reach the telephone My eyes are red from staring at the window The TV is on, but there's no one at home My tools lie on the table My work remains undone The impetus was trampled By a cavalcade of fun A thousand libraries at my fingertips Perhaps I ought to feed my fingers into the fan Slip a bodkin into each eye in turn Freedom of choice makes me a wo/man
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Grow 08:46
Grow: How can I wish for you to grow? Warm inside the loving fist The most delicate specimen You make me forget myself I watch you watch me from your dainty little shelf As I demand your sympathy The debt of love you owe to me Admire my sweet honesty For I remain your majesty How can I wish for you to grow? (you might fly away) How could you want for anything that I cannot provide? You know the birds do sing outside, outside the windows of this happy home because I put them there for you I threatened them for you Why should I wish for you to grow When you might fly away? How could I wish for you to grow? (You might fly away) I cannot wish for you to grow I will not wish for you to.... What I really wanted was a child But for now I'll settle for the aisle And you will fill his golden little shoes with the bronze He'll never once endure And still you sit there, sit there, sit there So horribly demure How can I wish for you to grow? (you might fly away) How can I wish for you to grow? (you might fly away) I cannot wish for you to grow You will not fly away Only a few more years to go Til we both fly away... Cymothoa Exigua: Cymothoa stole your tongue Tiny jaws replaced it with a new one Dirty grease to loosen your tongue I hope you’re sleeping well tonight Cymothoa stole your tongue Green jaws replaced it with a new one Dirty money to control your tongue Hope it tasted good, old son Hopes collapse like melting plastic The ‘revolution’ remains static Spineless little Billy Liar Kiss kiss, bang bang This gun’s for hire Cymothoa stole your tongue Tiny jaws replaced it with a new one Dirty grease to loosen your tongue I hope you’re sleeping well tonight Cymothoa stole your tongue Grubby jaws replaced it with a new one Dirty money to control your tongue You can go to hell, my son Boys and girls Cover your eyes and your ears Hold out your hands and stick out your tongues Choke it down Words drip like melting plastic The situation remains static Speak up, dear little liar Who’s really to blame when your tongue is for hire? Cymothoa stole your tongue Tiny jaws replaced it with a new one Dirty grease to loosen your tongue I hope you’re sleeping well Cymothoa stole your tongue Grubby jaws replaced it with a new one Dirty money to control your tongue You can go to hell, my son Cymothoa, cymothoa, cymothoa, cymothoa, cymothoa, cymothoa, cymothoa, cymothoa Throw your pistol away Cymothoa stole your tongue Tiny jaws replaced it with a new one Dirty grease to loosen your tongue I hope you’re sleeping well Cymothoa stole your tongue Grubby jaws replaced it with a new one Dirty money to control your tongue You can go to hell, my son

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Varrick & Ed recently squirreled themselves away in their apartment with a menagerie of grubby synths and bad animal samples to craft this brand new EP.
Dislocated dance floor pop, musique concrète and a touch of juke/footwork are thrown into the Casuals' blender as they explore memory, ennui and vinyl fetishism on this, their maiden release for New York's purveyors of quality independent pop, Ghoul Tapes.

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released November 26, 2016

Varrick Zed: Vocals, synths. Ed Zed: Vocals, synths, percussion, bass, guitar, household items.

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The Casual Sexists Brooklyn, New York

Transatlantic couple Varrick and Ed Zed have been coaxing crooked pop songs out of disillusionment, animals and the glorious horrors of modern life since before Brexit. Drums, computers and household objects are their tools.

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