Mucktub

by Spaztik Munkey

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Sanandana Superb album, just the way I like my doomy sludge served up. Fuzzy tones, crunchy guitar, phat bass, raspy vocals and some seriously heavy grooves. Support these worthy gentlemen by sending them your hard-earned pennies for whisky and weed! Favorite track: Lascivious Wode.
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steve ''No,no,no I want something minty.''
A vast,pitch-black beast of an EP lumbers into view;songs disintegrating as they're performed under the weight of it's behemothic (is that a word-it is now) fuzz assault.

''What!Are you retarded?'' Favorite track: Lascivious Wode.
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The Shrieks From Below 25/11/2015

Sons of Rotherham UK, Spaztik Munkey. Tagged on Bandcamp as Metal, Crust, Hate, Sludge, Weed, Whiskey....oh, and Rotherham! Living in Rotherham has obviously had a profound effect on these boys!. For a change, the BC tags perfectly describe whats on offer here.
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    Dark like the inside of a horse. Drunk as a boiled owl. As messed up as a football bat and as slow as shit through a tin horn. And so on. Do you want something minty?

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about

It's been a long journey from inception to spasticity! We welcome you to something horrific...

"Mucktub" is the result of that journey that we munkey brothers have taken into the dark depths of our souls to create 31 minutes of a truly unique sound.
It is our belief that Mucktub is the true sound of Rotherham's dark perverse underbelly, a journey into alcoholism and despair, bar whores, drunken insults, and the sick reality of paedophilia in Rotherham. If that offends? Eat shit and die! Reality is dark, life is suffering, and insanity widespread.

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released November 20, 2015

Guitar & Vocals: Hardwick
Bass: Main
Drums: Balmer

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Spaztik Munkey Rotherham, UK

Sludgy sewerage, hateful sounds, and the glory of the female naked form. Constructed with the express purpose of being an aural assault to the mind.

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Track Name: Jonnie, Jim & Jack
Tonight I shall proceed by drinking.
Alone with misery and thought.
I need to keep my mind from thinking.
Thinking about my getting caught.
So forwards to oblivion.
I never wanted to live long.

Jonnie, Jim and Jack!
Give me my whiskey back.
Jonnie, Jim and Jack!
Give me my whiskey back.
Jonnie, Jim and Jack!
Give me my whiskey.
I want my whiskey.
Where's my fucking whiskey?
Give me my whiskey back!

Tonight I shall proceed by drinking.
Alone with misery and thought.
I need to keep my mind from thinking.
Thinking about my getting caught.
So forwards to oblivion.
I never wanted to live long.

Jonnie, Jim and Jack!
Give me my titties back.
Jonnie, Jim and Jack!
Give me my titties back.
Jonnie, Jim and Jack!
Give me my titties.
I want my titties.
Where are my fucking titties?
Give me my titties back!
Track Name: Moldy Potato
Binge, purge, puke 'n' rally.
They know her name all through the city.
Buy her a drink cause she's so pretty
She's a suicidal whore, out on the get.
With a rum in one hand and no regrets.
Mines a Jack even though we just met.

Peel off her skin!
She's rotten inside!
Right to the core!
Moldy potato!

Peel off her skin!
She's rotten inside!
Right to the core!
Moldy potato!

She was wetter than a spastics chin.
With cool green eyes and an evil grin.
She looks like a whore who only cums when she's raped.
A prime example of human waste.
Track Name: Word Vomit
Word Vomit!
Welcome to something horrific.
Word Vomit!
Tweaking my mental traffic.
Word Vomit!
Word vomit has no vaccine.
Word Vomit!
Defective pulsation, meth-amphetamine.

Word Vomit!
Like some kind of twisted prophet.
Word Vomit!
My perverse twisted sonnet.
Word Vomit!
Lies that are honest.
Word Vomit!
Cause when you're fucked in the head, then you're fucked in the head.

Word Vomit!
Concealing imaginary scars.
Word Vomit!
Provoking crocodile tears.
Word Vomit!
Crazy irrational fears.
Word Vomit!
Cause she's fucked in the head, yeah - she's fucked in the head.
Track Name: Lascivious Wode
Seen a naked thigh.
Follow a sinuous line.
Watched it walk on by.
With a wanderers eye.
Asagrim, lord of ecstasy
Trembling limbs, with heated expectancy.
She's got a hold on me, she's got a hold of me.

Tighten the rope.
Whore ascendancy.
Like Geri and Ferki.
Fucking greedy and keen.
The curve of her breast, perfect sinuosity.
Got nothing to lose.
Just a head full of booze, and a world full of fools, lighting my fuse!

She's porcelain white.
Milky and clean.
Skin like satin.
All soft and pristine.
The curve of her breast, perfect sinuosity.
Got nothing to lose.
I won't miss a beat, and she tasted so sweet like whiskey neat!

Lascivious Wode!
Lascivious Wode!
Lascivious Wode!
Lascivious Wode!

The high one.
Lives on wine alone.
Silver tongued, philanderer
A world weary, tired wanderer.
The allfather, he's tasted it all.
He's molested the whores.
It's a sexual war.