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1.
Coffins in the sky Nodding off under Logan Flashing dioramas Softly blinking red and blue Pass Methadone Mile For Percocet Avenue Coffins in the sky Nodding off under Logan
2.
You’re a pusher with a sly grin And I’m in need of a written script When days turn into nightmares Nightmares turn into eternity Feedback loops of past present future If I have lost imagination My rope’s already tied The sprint of a hunted human
3.
Useless excuses Free will is a crooked joke Scraping by like crime scene samples If I had a borrowed ladder I could out of this wreck Out from this wreckage Crash back down into a reality contorted Useless excuses Useless
4.
Ten years of life spent digging A lust for control Lying helpless underneath the pile Crawl out from all the shit to wear the crown We're the same
5.
Increase the dosage Feeling nothing amplified Strips of negatives pulled from my lens Guilt stains a wretched stench Shadows on sheets Waving in the wind Broken follower Trailing route
6.
One must drown for the other to live A punishment I can not forgive Down to the bottom, sinking fast Dead in the water, nothing can last  We'll not ascend
7.
We are born to be forgotten By we, I mean you & I Not arbitrary figures But the reality of who "we" are We are born to be forgotten Remnants of the end of time Fragile figments ready to burst Weighed down by who we thought we would be We are born to be forgotten There is no permanence No forever It makes me wonder why we even began At once, a sea of memories becomes extinct It all fades to grey
8.
You’ve built your own exhibit cage Vermin infestation Hypocrisy spills from your lips Like the vile foam of an IV overdose Strung out on stupidity No room for me to empathize One day you’ll stop speaking And I’ll stop listening One day you’ll stop breathing And I’ll stop caring
9.
Yeah, I think I hit the ground running Maybe a little too fast Faster than I would have liked And I I never thought there was anything wrong I never thought I didn't have the conviction Or that I was different at all It was mine It was my love give My love to give and to have My life to choose what I needed Oh, You don't know who I am Hate Hate brings you closer Closer and closer to total disguise To bringing all the wolves home It's not your place or your concern Gathering voices to a ridiculous mind Fucking ignorant drama Who Who are you to tell me how to love? Who are you to tell me how to live? I am who I am We are who we are Oh, You don't know who I am [diatribe] Open your eyes Open your thoughts Open your ears, open your heart, think outside yourself
10.
I'm living with the specter of cancer I smile because I have no answer I'm haunted by the ghost of disease There is no cure for the past But I am going home I am coming home

about

The writing on the wall shouts: "You won't find anything so delicious, so easy, and so much fun as wonderful "SPLIT" with Boston's Greylock and BEDTIMEMAGIC! Think of it. In just about 32 minutes you turn out a great big batch of these sludgy, loud, abrasive wonders. Just a double dose of two-piece bands -- that's the trick. And presto . . . oodles of luscious trash rock and doom -- that's the treat! Whip out a batch for the family tonight, and join in the fun!"

Yet the sobering truth of the matter is that Eastern Massachusetts has once again become a bog: tenants are priced out of their homes so money-driven developers can build luxury condos; opioid abuse amongst the citizenry is at a raging high; small business owners are laughed at by local governments as corporations are given the keys to city hall.

Amongst the bloodlust of the downtrodden reside two groups with a friendship not unlike the Terminator and John Connor.

Looming larger than life is the two piece band Greylock, comprised of Jesse Vengrove on drums and Michael Moderski on guitar & vocals. A wall of amps is their weaponry. Broadcast in their sound is a marching order for the four horsemen of the apocalypse. They are dark and devoid of hope, telling a story of the wasteland behind the flashing lights of economy. And, in the midst of worldwide chaos and death, they remind us that we are not in this together and we are all bound for misery.

The flipside of this cassette is smeared with BEDTIMEMAGIC. A second duo that has voluminous sound from just two people. Morgan Berns and Nicholas Pentabona take turns on vocal duties. Berns bashes drums and plays foot-organ whilst singing. Nicholas hammers on a Rickenbacker 4003 that's been heavily modified, swapping between amplifiers with wattages that would intimidate a wise electrician. No speaker is safe. BEDTIMEMAGIC's approach to cynicism is vastly different than Greylock's -- These two choose to ridicule with disdain, to project sarcasm and Dadaist songwriting as a means by which to undermine everyone and everything around them.

Ten songs grace the run time of this split recording. BEDTIMEMAGIC seizes the opportunity to behave like counter-culture assholes; GREYLOCK walks the high road, with sixteen-odd minutes of crushing swelter doused with grotesque fuzz. Each band covers one song from the other's catalog. If you've read this far, you can go fuck yourself.

Released on Tor Johnson Records

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released February 12, 2021

GREYLOCK
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Mike Moderski - Guitar and Vocals
Jesse Vengrove - Drums

Recorded by Benny Grotto at Mad Oak Studios in Allston, MA
Vocals recorded by Miranda Serra G. in some warehouse in Charlestown, MA
Mixed by Jesse Vengrove

BEDTIMEMAGIC
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Nicholas Pentabona - Vocals and Bass
Morgan Berns - Vocals, Drums, and Organ

Recorded by Alex Allinson at The Bridge Sound & Stage in Cambridge, MA
Produced by Alex Allinson and BEDTIMEMAGIC

Mastered by Carl Saff in Chicago, IL

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2-piece sludge outfit from Boston, MA.

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