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Between Death And Death

by Exit Smashed

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1.
Narrator: “A warm, pleasant breeze waves through the streets, as the beautiful clear black sky unfolds with countless stars hanging like bulbs above the city that never sleeps. Cold concrete. Narrowness. Namelessness. Dirt. Crime. Nothing to write home about. Nobody saw it coming. It came silently. Without any warning. And the suburban areas would go down in history for being the first ones to be infected by what history-books would later call: The Runs”
2.
The Runs 03:39
Suburbia, home of the well educated upper class. Parasites, leeching off the degraded. Years of secure uprising have come to an end. As you realize your shithole lifestyle won't prevent... The Runs broke out, a contagion of rot. Infected masses threaten the last few that are not... UNDEAD! It's time to die! You gotta die! And you can't believe, your bankaccounts can't be retrieved. They call it: World War 3! Your houses, cars and ships are now not worth a shit. The Runs turned upside down your toothpaste grin. The Runs! Death comes lurching up the hills, up the embankment. No bars can keep them. And if you lock your doors, they will be headin' through your floor. [Lead: Joszekk] [Lead: Buddy] The runs has us by the balls. The runs could be mankinds final downfall.
3.
Shredhead 02:55
News Anchor: “What follows now is a zombie-apocalypse-survival-instruction-manual.” You can't kill a zombie in a conventional way. No automatic weapon can keep them all away. There is just one technique, „Braindead“ shows the way it goes. With razor sharp precision, the steel has to come down. Shred, shred, shred... Shredhead! All hail the zombie head shredder! Shredhead! Rebury the dead! Razors cut, black blood will flow. The evil dead come for your soul. And your flesh they want to eat. Hold your breath and just defeat! All movies you've seen kept you in disbelief. Now as you stare at zombie teeth do as those movies teach! Shred, shred, shred... Shredhead! All hail the zombie head shredder! Shredhead! Rebury the dead! Dead! Dead! Dead! Dead! [Lead: Buddy] There is no end in sight, billions more to go. The body count is all you need, creeping dead lie to your feet. Pick and axe and torch and scythe, take again their once lost life. Pick and axe and torch and scythe, take again their once lost... ...life, life, life... Shredhead! All hail the zombie head shredder! Shredhead! Rebury the dead!
4.
To The Mall 03:15
Go, go, go reach for the door! Run, don't fall. The reaper calls! Your soles may itch, burn and be sore. But run or become part of the gore. Accelerate up to eleven or stop and ride straight south of heaven. They become more. Left, right, left, right, carry on. Don't look back just stare up front. Leave all those corpses behind, lying on the wayside. To the mall! Our fort, stronghold to our fold. Let's whim and wait for the brave and bold. We are lost! So bar the doors! Keep windows closed! Never dare to let somebody in! Friend or foe, all in all, that we're alive is all we need to know. Any saviour, someone please protect! For we are too weak to do it for ourselves. Bathing in misery, as we have learned for the last one hundred centuries. Incompetent to defend our lifes! Outside those walls, you can hear them call “ggrruurghhllggrruull” - To the mall Barely possible to decode what they want to say “grrggruuhh” Fuck it all, dude, we go to hell! Where is our saviour, exchanging our diapers? We keep waiting inside four walls – of the mall. Without a leader of our herd we are totally lost. Here we stand. [Lead: Paddy] To the mall! Our fort, stronghold to our fold. Let's whim and wait for the brave and bold. Narrator: “The world as we knew it has fallen to pieces. The government bodies, police and army have lost every power they had, to keep the state secure. With the undead being a too vicious force to be fought back, the citizens were left to die. In their homes, on the streets, everywhere. Only a few were lucky enough, to barricade themselves where no zombie could feast on them. Days and weeks of chaos passed.... In these times of national insecurity, a bunch of people coming from the backwoods and trailer parks have found the state of emergency as an indication for their own revolution. A perverted revolution of mass incest.” Billy Bob: “You know there's nuthin' better than mowin' the lawn, milkin' the cows and feedin' the pigs. And getting' laid by mom in the early morn'.”
5.
Scum 04:49
Proudly born inbred kin, hicks and redneck dregs, use their unique opportunity to clean all that's been "flecked". And they keep everything in the family. Who's to blame if mother, sister, aunt is one and the same? Deranged doctrines they've been taught. Unable to question any blimbish thought. In the cities' burn, they see that now it's their turn. Scum! “The measures will be kept in sight, females shall be fertilized! Breed! Only the white, only the right.” Tattooed runes will give 'em might. Singin' Ned Tugent into the night. “Rednecks roll on! Infiltrade the ruins of the city!” For the rest of the country shall fall and see, they are on a killing spree. And they kept everything in the family. So they are immune to the virus like rats and baboons. [Lead: Buddy] See their flags raised, arms raised. Riding tractors in ripped blue jeans. Crush and gain more land, to establish, attacking with their genes. Scum! Everything's kept in the family. Family. Billy Bob: „Hahahaha... Nuthin' ain't stoppin' us. Yeeehaaaa... Randy, pass me the liquor.“ F.I.G. General: “Okay everybody. The party is over. We are here to make the orders. To all citizens: you don't have to fear anything. The revolt will stop now! We are the reunited last task force of the old days. The Fine International Gentlemen!”
6.
We will rescue you! They woke up in the morning by the sirens and menacing lights across the sky. An invasion has begun with tractors, forks and old 12 bore shotguns. Bedlam! People flee and run in fear. Dyin' shriek reach to the ears of those who the world needs now. They are known as fine international gentlemen! In leather tuxedos. Huge balls bouncing, muscles pounding. Mighty morphine and always right. Glorious, tight and ready to fight. Cocked and loaded to safe all, out to where the situation calls. Those Nazis don't know what's in store, violence and gore! Adjusted for justice! - ready to deliver pain! Adjusted for justice! - law and order be obtained! Adjusted for justice! - don't you know their fucking name? Adjusted for justice! - F.I.G. Hey!! [Lead: Joszekk] They are the law! Fighting for what's right! Cutting throats when they have to make an outlaw slowly die. And they operate with... Razorblades, wearing shades, broken glass, lethal gas, A.K.'s, pepper sprays, taser fuckin' guns! Backflips, Frontflips, Kickflips, Dropkicks, Leg Locks, Leg Drops Split the scum! Torn apart by their nunchakus! The ultimate law enforcement! Adjusted for justice! - the bloodshed starts! Adjusted for justice! - unifies the human race! Adjusted for justice! - freedom is on the way! Adjusted for justice! - F.I.G. Hey!! Narrator: “While the last remaining elements of the government has send their ultimate task force to strike down the redneck ambush without significant results, another unity was already around, also to fight for freedom. Boozed and armed to their teeth with unlocked rifles and shotguns, they blaze a trail across the streets of their lost hometown. The “Hobos with Shotguns” pursuing nazi rednecks and undead creatures...”
7.
Tucker: “Wait a minute! Those bastards try to fuck with our freedom to drink?!” Otis: “What?” Roscow: “No fucking way! Eat lead!!!” Guess what, we're back. One hundred percent poor mad and homeless. Beer's in sight. Fighting those tryin' to deny our right. This is your chance, we only ask once, give us free drinks and ally with us. Now its your turn, don't waste our time, give us the fuel, 'cause the pack's running dry. We shoot for a freedom were booze flows in huge streams. We stand for, we kill for every victim, hand 'em a drink. Guzzlers rise from their stools to join the punchfest. Freedom delivered from out the gin mills. This is your chance, we only ask once, give us free drinks and ally with us. Now its your turn, don't waste our time, give us the fuel, 'cause the pack's running dry. Hobos with shotguns! Hobos with shotguns recharging their guns against redneck alliance. [Lead: Joszekk] We kill you for a glass of booze. Hobos with shotguns! Hobos with shotguns recharging their guns against redneck alliance.
8.
Narrator: “And on they went, not knowing their next battle would be their last. The destination: a local bar outside the city. As they arrive, they realize they're not alone. Another group of warriors fighting for rebalancing truth and justice is also at their favourite watering hole... F.I.G....” F.I.G. General: “Ahh, what do we have here? The infamous group of alcohol addicted outlaws. Hobos, right? Next time you'd better take a shower before goin' out, fellas. You really smell like excrements. It offends my nose.” Otis: “Eyyy! How dare talkin' to us in this shitty snot-nosed kinda way to talk??” Tucker: “In our local??!” Roscow: “Enough you stupid fuck!” F.I.G. General: “And you kiss your mother with that mouth? Eat this!” Yates: “Come get some!”
9.
It's time to fight!! When two worlds collide, there is only one way, one law, one right: "Impale the other side!" Into rough forms heads will be deformed. Onward! Every blow hits brutally hard. Chairshots shall foreheads break apart. They are spitting teeth. Spit, spit, spitting teeth! In anger and grief! Hobos deflate their guns as F.I.G.'s muscles get pumped. For everyone it's clear to see: They are here to clean the scene. A thousand fists multiplied by ten torture every bin. Destruction! Now it is time to declare this war of worlds. Let the massacre begin. Violence raw and bare. Tables and chairs fly everywhere. Their forces won't wear thin, who will win this rude barfight? It's so epic! (Stand or fall) Static! (Stained with blood they brawl) All hell broke loose, a barfight in gallons of booze. A dozen goons inflicting doom, flip tables around, smash bottles on the ground. In a Terrence and Spencer style, they defile!!! Onward! Every blow hits brutally hard. Chairshots ridiculously break faces apart. [Lead: Joszekk] And they won't stop until the last man drops. Here comes the reminder: They are here to clean the scene! A sudden lightning struck, got this whole place blown up. As they fade away, flames unite their DNA. And they all return as one bad motherfucker. Old Spice Crypt-O-Knight: "It's time to kick ass and chew bubblegum. But I am all out of gum." Gum!! Just call me a cunt and I'll call you an ambulance!! Violence raw and bare. Tables and chairs fly everywhere. Their forces won't wear thin, no one will win this rude barfight, but him. Epic! (Stand or fall) Static! (Stained with blood they brawl) All hell broke loose, a barfight in gallons of booze.
10.
Old Spice Crypt-O-Knight: “I, the Old Spice Crypt-O-Knight, sense the inner need to tear some redneck-nazi-hillbilly-beavercult-scumbag-asses apart. Uhhh yeeeaahhh!” His truck rolls on at the horizon. The boy is back in town. See him comin', it's best to move away. Do you hear what I say? Nothing can stop him, no sawn off leg, no fatal stroke no heart attack. Best beware of this stumblin' man and the angle grinder in his hand. Oppression and injustice make him twitch at the stitch tied to hold freedom down for mankind. From the dirt of a wooden crate he arose within minutes to oppose all evil rotting foes. Red wine pumpin' through his veins. Pills keep together all his seams. Crushing on land and over seas. Shooting lightblue eyezabeams. The incarnation of liberation. His faith in peace can never be distressed. High fidelity protected by an armour made of... Old spice, old spice scented epoxy [Lead: Joszekk] And his moustache fuels every deathwish. Steelbeams clash his head, leave an itch. Without a sight, he still rides. On the highway to the dangerzone. Oppression and injustice make him twitch at the stitch tied to hold freedom down for mankind. From the dirt of a wooden crate he arose within minutes to oppose all evil rotting foes. Old spice, old spice scented epoxy. Off he rides.
11.
Old Spice Crypt-O-Knight: “It's time to die!” Your doom has arrived, as you look into his eyes, His missiles tear straight through you, there is no time to hide. Your breed will be erased, your flags will burn and be replaced. Surrender, beg or cry, he'll spike your body to the sky Everything that you've created: Bombed Everything that you have raised: Crushed There will be no escape, from this cold renegade. Every face you're looking at: Shot Every throat you're passing by: Cut Don't estimate any mercy He's in a bloodlust Driven by hate and by rage and by avarice to kill All hicks you knew, are left to stew. And with a fatal thrust you turn to dust. [Lead: Buddy] Knee deep in blood and guts he smells the fear of you all. No god will hear your prayers, burned inside his firestorm. He makes a call to arms to all citizens of all nations, black, red, white, yellow and green, to fight this rude monstrosity Your dying screams will be heard, far beyond this countryside. The colour of your blood will mark this planet now. Your legacy of disgrace will be buried and spoilt. Buried and spoilt! Every face you're looking at: Shot Every throat you're passing by: Cut Don't estimate any mercy He's in a bloodlust Driven by hate and by rage and by avarice to kill All hicks you knew are left to stew. And with a fatal thrust you turn to dust.
12.
Lynchmob 05:31
Narrator: “With the nazi rednecks being crushed to tiny little pieces of meat, the Old Spice Crypt-O-Knight leaves the scene with a sparkle in his eyes. He knows there is only one last thing to do. Eliminate the zombie hordes and unify the entire human race. He may be bruised, he may be bleedin'...” Old Spice Crypt-O-Knight: “...but I ain't got time to bleed!” Look at us and our ruined world and what we have become. The dust has settled, everyone can see what happened to society. We will revolve, we will resolve fear, helplessness and despair. Epiphany comes as we start to see freedom needs to be eked out by ourselves in this reality. Let's get a grip and rearrange all things that we have let slip. Our lynchmob won't stop. Hear the beat of ten thousand feet, trampling onto bloodstained concrete streets. Armed we march. And we hit the mark, won't go astray. Nothing stands in our way. Blood and bowels flyin' high. Liberty rules tonight. Enough is enough, people unite! Get your axes, chainsaws, knifes for the final fight. [Lead: Joszekk] We fear no more, this kingdom shall now fall. All you mindless bastards will bend, for we'll be your end. The symbol of a thoughtless life is what you are. The runs, virus for the weak, that never dared to seek a truth behind the lies. Through dead blood we wade, decapitate, slice and disintegrate. Just a few more brain dead to go. Lynchmob! March on! Hear the beat of ten thousand feet trampling onto bloodstained concrete streets. Our lynchmob won't stop, lynchmob won't stop until the very last rotten undead drop.

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Exit Smashed's sophomore full-length record...

A concept album about Zombies, an Incest-Nazi-Redneck-Invasion, Superheroes and the "Old Spice Crypt-O-Knight" fighting for freedom...

Just the usual everyday stuff, ya know?

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released July 15, 2018

Exit Smashed:

Rotten Rolf: Main Vocals
Joszekk: Lead / Rhythm Guitars, Backing Vocals
Paddy: Lead Bass, Backing Vocals
Buddy: Rhythm / Lead Guitars
Kenjamin: Drums, Additional Vocals, Backing Vocals

Voices:

Narrator: Tim
News Anchor: Änkz
Female Screams: Heidi Tabing
Zombie-Munch: l4red0
Billy Bob (Redneck): Paddy
F.I.G. General: Rotten Rolf
Zombies, Otis (Hobo), Tucker (Hobo): Joshy
Roscow (Hobo): Ken
Yates (Hobo): Buddy
Old Spice Crypt-O-Knight: Sebastian Jensen

Credits:

Recording and Engineering: Paddy, Ken and Buddy
Editing: Ken and Paddy
Mixing and Mastering: Danny
Coverartwork: Martin Niesyto
Inner Sleeve: Buddy
Storyconcept: Ken
Bandphoto: Nora

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"New Age Bay Area Thrash" that makes you bang until your neck gets a six-pack!
Pack your jacket, pick up your axe and follow us ....

"Thrashers of the world unite.
Crush violent dancers tonight.
Because WE ARE AT WAR with your goddamn scene!"
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