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You get our new EP Smiles For Your Loved Ones on Clear Single Sided 10", our reissued first EP We Bring About Our Own Demise on White 10", AND our new BOOM shirt design.
Just a reminder this is a PREORDER. Physical records should be in our hands early March and will go out as soon as we get them.
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Smiles For Your Loved Ones Limited Edition Single Sided Clear 10"
Record/Vinyl + Digital Album
Smiles For Your Loved Ones presented on Limited Edition Single Sided CLEAR 10" Lathe Cut from our friends at Precarian Cuts. Just a reminder this is a PREORDER. Physical records should be in our hands early March and will go out as soon as we get them. Images here are mock-ups and might change a lil bit.
Includes unlimited streaming of Smiles For Your Loved Ones
via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more.
Sledgehammer fists pounding down the door, get in and get out, sloppy and fast, leave no trace but a lingering echo. Play loud enough for long enough and those subterranean walls will absorb the sound, breathe it in, let it seep out when the seasons change and the humidity rises. You know those kinda rooms. Dusty concrete floors, decrepit PAs with the lineage of cursed monkey paws, delusional 4x12s dreaming of amphitheaters and waking up to duct tape and questionable wiring. Mic stands that don’t. Slapback resonance, chipped enamel and eviction notices. And the idle thoughts in the idle brains in the broken bodies in the broken bands in the idle, broken rooms: memories borrowed or made up of Detroit, 1969; Manchester, 1976; D.C, 1981; Oakland, 1991. Clumsily-deployed nostalgia and the belief, the knowledge, that the scene was better 5 years before you got there. Rock is dead. Punk is dead. Genre is over, if you want it. Guitars are cringe, get over it. Get bitter. Authenticity through obsolescence. This ain’t music to quit your day job to. Hell, the only thing Chicago noisemongers WEAKLUNG have apparently going for them in 2024 is the length of their songs, perfectly optimized for today’s quick-fix, short-attention-span culture. But they’re not working on the dance moves that would surely have made them this y̶e̶a̶r̶'s̶ m̶o̶n̶t̶h̶'s̶ week’s viral sensation. They’re patient, perverted, loudly tinkering somewhere below street level, scavenging old sounds and bashing them into disjointed new songs, strangling form and structure with guitar cables and garrotting melody with razor wire strings. History the hammer and humanity the anvil.
Following through on the promise of debut release We Bring About Our Own Demise, new EP Smiles For Your Loved Ones builds on that foundational sound with unearned confidence and sly arrogance. Pain disguised as rage; rage that thinks it’s pain. Opener Friends In The Industry revels in cynicism as the last refuge of the disaffected, while Bastards Of Old issues a reminder that one can make a fist even when throwing up one’s hands in despair. Empathy is our greatest weapon and our greatest weakness: don’t get played. From a decadent howl of feedback, Apathy! Apathy! emerges as a pungent reminder that the machines at our hands are the authors of our decline. This centerpiece of the EP goes on to dismantle heroic myth and beg of the universe to hasten its own lukewarm death, on a mission to rend and raze. But mostly it just fuckin’ rips. Smiles For Your Loved Ones closes with a blast of gang vocals and basement hardcore dragged resentfully into whatever garbage decade this even is; The Last Ones stands as a manifesto against manifestos, a furious slogan still visible under layers of whitewash.
WEAKLUNG ain’t gonna win, but they’re sure as shit gonna take out as many of the bastards as possible on their way down.
credits
released March 8, 2024
All songs by Weaklung
Recorded by Max Crowe at Shrimp House in Chicago
Mastered by Scott Craggs at Old Colony Mastering.
Art by Vera Constant Rife
supported by 13 fans who also own “Smiles For Your Loved Ones”
Merci Déhà for the download code. Lots of bands use these ingredients – pretty female vocals over doomy guitars always sounds good, but usually that's where the ideas run out. That isn't the case here. Each song is packed with ideas and evolutions, genres and references it's boring to list but not at all to listen to. A pleasure to have been introduced to this. Luke
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