Performed By
The Strychnine Babies
Album UPC
885007024798
CD Baby Track ID
6680533
Label
Electric Nerve Records
Released
2009-11-24
BPM
129
Rated
0
ISRC
ushm90957245
Year
2009
Spotify Plays
175
Writers
Writer
Christian Martucci
Pub Co
Christian Martucci
Composer
Christian Martucci
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Rights Controlled
Master and Publishing Grant
Rights
One-Stop: Master + 100% Pub Grant
Original/Cover/Public Domain
original
Country
United States - Pennsylvania
Description
The album that started it all remastered. Recorded in the summer of 1997 while drunk on malt liquor, and playing with dynamite.
Notes
July 4th 1997 sweltering in a steam bath of humid, polluted, hazy, summer air seeping into their lungs the wretched death of rotting crabs in the bowels of South Philadelphia. Armed with trash bags full of beer and quarter sticks of dynamite the heathen set Christian Martucci, Eric Dead, and Dave Glass approach the Opera house in the shadow of the ominous towering projects next door in related harmony, chaos within its own walls. The Strychnine Babies onslaught epic recording their first EP "Six Songs For Self Destruction" true to its name and creedence, is underway in this single afternoon. This is taking place only a few months after the bands original Philadelphia line up united.
Dining on decadence of malt liquor and cheese steaks its all over in a matter of hours. Time to celebrate out of the studio swaggering down the road to oblivion lighting up quarter sticks of dynamite throwing them over their shoulders blowing up in the street. Explosions ricochet echoing off the buildings and overpass above their heads, a sickening emense wall of noise, a testament to what is to come...
Dining on decadence of malt liquor and cheese steaks its all over in a matter of hours. Time to celebrate out of the studio swaggering down the road to oblivion lighting up quarter sticks of dynamite throwing them over their shoulders blowing up in the street. Explosions ricochet echoing off the buildings and overpass above their heads, a sickening emense wall of noise, a testament to what is to come...
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