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Serfs Up

by Armed Response Unit

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Serfs Up 02:59
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Processed Food for Thought 01:50
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The Kraken awakes with its fiery rage Clears out the sky, night outlives the day The war machine will soon be upon The earth and the sky will be burning as one Ashes to ashes and dust to dust Who in their right mind really gives a fuck? Ashes to ashes, just mistrust There’s a fire in the hold of this s(t)inking ship Crossing the Styx on a farewell trip Tell me I’m wrong but every day I tread in human waste Excrement remains Lying dead on the bank of a black tar river Cuts through the land like a knife through butter The mother ship is burning It’s a fire to end all fires Twisting out of orbit Salvation’s hard to buy So content as a species destroying the Earth See the reaction when the pockets are hurt Nobody cares about a rock in the water Black gold underneath then it’s time for the slaughter Ashes to ashes and dust to dust Who in their right mind really gives a fuck? Ashes to ashes, just mistrust Thoughts processed, wrapped in plastic Flat packed and machine-gun wrapped And forwarded on to the final destination I’m being told I need to tighten my belt But now I realize it’s bullshit I smell A high price to pay for idiocy Now we’re drowning in hypocrisy
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Eater of Sleep 01:00
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Lacking sleep hygiene Or consciousness vaccine The access to the disco seems to be my bedroom door Speeding, off my tits But ain't even had a sniff Listen to the silence drip through cracks beneath the floor Ravenous for some sleep But it all just gets thieved Bleeding mentally Eater of sleep Eater of worlds Eater of dreams Suicide is not an option Cause it’s illegal and the sentence is death Curse the pillow Fight the pillow Suffocate the pillow Bite the pillow Fucked up the arse by the Eater of sleep
4.
Social Insecurity Guard 01:14
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Insecurity guard Insecure insecurity guard I’m the king of this castle Drunk on the power You can’t get at me in my ivory tower Because I am your ruler Your god and your bane I’m guarding this place As I like I shall reign Insecurity guard Insecure insecurity guard I’m the king of this castle Drunk on the power You can’t get at me in my ivory tower Chip on my shoulder Now I have the power I’m number one Because I’m paid by the hour Social insecurity Now you’ve been made redundant Because your company’s insolvent How have the mighty fallen This just isn’t rock and roll Wife’s screaming till your ears bleed Because you’ve got some kids to feed It’s hard to be the big man When you’re queuing for your dole Now you’re signing on You’ve been taken to task Getting fucked by a cunt In a painted smiling mask
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It's All Just So Cryptofascist 01:13
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Staring at the walls through a column of fire This age of panic comes down to the wire Can’t dream, can’t sleep, the nightmare betrays Can’t breathe, can’t move, wait for the day Walls close in, this prison’s aflame Shard of glass pierces deep in my brain Days of yore pass before my eyes Black clouds gather and tension rises Cold sweat drips down the temple walls Subconsciously my soul is mauled Hands are tied, can’t break these chains Night after night, more of the same I just wake up with a twisted smile Can’t wake in the morning, been up all the while Cold dark spring, eternal winter arises Autumn decays and summer dies Walls close in, this prison’s aflame Shard of glass pierces deep within my brain
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Hostages 00:48
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In dedication To city-nations You’re all just hostages Without chance of negotiation And that hard sell We know so well Feeling so profound Never looking down Well, that glass-bottomed vessel Has long since run aground And that hard cell Prisoners in hell In love With tragedy Hostages Hate unites This city Hostages Just one big Stand off Hostages Victim complex That you love Hostages Heart string soft sell Sorry for yourself But perhaps you could tell me something: What came first, the people or the buildings?
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Cop Rotation 01:06
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Nothing to start with Nothing to end Nothing will grow on this land we defend Nothing in nothing Internal joke Nothing but fucking lies, mirrors and smoke Nothing to live for And nothing at death Nothing but boredom recycling breath Nothing but guardians Of nothing but air Praying to nothing cause nothing is there State-given authority Power to rotate Police-state celebrity Nothing to celebrate Then back to nothing And back to fallow Boil the cop bones Down for tallow (Cop cop cop cop Copy cat Cop getting fat) Light a candle For the police Then back to nothing In empty fields
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I Just Had a Movement 01:34
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I just had a movement So I’m now fit to lead Polemic improvement By lavatorial decree Exhibit ideologies Doomed time after time And I’ll fill the galleries With filth and swine But it’s a well known fact That you are what you eat With a knife and fork to the toilet you sneak Bottom’s down and bellies up Eat shit you fuck Touching the cloth Of ceremonial dress I want to make a difference But I just made a mess And I just had a movement A harmonious (w)hole Gave birth to a culture Right there in the bowl But it’s a well known fact That one man’s meat Is another’s poison and no fucking treat But you live to work And you work to eat And when you’re in the toilet That’s equality How can you worry about making history When it’s actually history that makes you?
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Wanker's Draft 01:30
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Wake up in the morning with a smile on my face Off into work with the rest of the rat race Dressed in a suit on my side is legality I’m going out today to rob a bunch of families Because I work in a bank on a high street near you And I gamble with your money in a financial zoo Debts go up and wages go down I couldn’t be a lifeguard as I enjoy watching you drown Wealth Is theft Dependency Keep me rolling in it I take a savage interest in your financial plight The wolf’s at the door and is about to bite Throw you a lifeline to show you I care Sit back and laugh as you sink into despair If I lose all your money, I don’t need a soothsayer Because I’m OK jack, I’ll be bailed out by the taxpayer Because you’re down on luck, I ruined your life I’m the captain of this fiscal craft Sign your life away with my wanker’s draft.
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Relic Tower 01:03
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Relic Tower Bureaucrats In high rise flats Pat each other On the back ‘Hey! We’ve got them Trained like rats Give them housing We just take back’ Forgeries Of currency Seen not heard Which is fake? Which is reality? Keep me rich and It’s the same to me Force fed relics Like London’s burning Felt not seen It’s all the same to me
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Who Gave Her The Roses? 02:09
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It’s not over but there is no more pain On a slab someone’s tapping my vein And now I sleep, I need help to breathe Don’t know who I am or who the fuck to believe Off my head or am I dead? Dosed up, I feel sick inside Overworked, undertrained All life: endgame Who gave her the roses? They're no good to her now Now blood congeals Fate starts to reel off a steadily increasing body count Neurons connecting A blossoming mind Vegetable carvings just get left behind To settle the medical Ghosts shake hands, and… Now I start to walk through a doorway of a life left behind Dreaming of tomorrow and a vaccine for mankind A hole grows in reality, a hole dreams cannot fill Rising from the sewers and sent in for the kill So gather up the harvest A song echoes through your mind Dreaming of the past and a tomorrow left behind Blood beneath the surface There’s no light behind the eyes…. It's endgame I can't breathe
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This is Positivity 00:26
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None of our dreams are ever gonna come true So start quitting life now and maybe you’ll pull through Cos who ever got anything from life except Some spit in the face and a large dose of death? Give up all hope Don’t get any ideas about reaching a goal Cos at the end of all your troubles you’ll find a black hole Nothing that you want is anything you’ll ever get So give up all hope and prepare to forget
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Epistle in the Wind 01:19
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Down at the gene pool Nice day for a swim A tasteless soup For me to drown in What do I like? Who am I? A child is laughing At my bullshit life Investigate Why we investigate Rhyme and reason Always running late Is there a meaning? And if so, why? A child is laughing At my bullshit life Damnatio Memoriae Value is contained in the half-closed eye Or is it half-open? Is it watching me? And do I give a shit? Cos we’re nowt to write home for Just everyday ghosts An epistle in the wind That got lost in the post We’re not four year olds We’re not folk heroes Just an in between thing Not worth recording The wind’s not rough The wind’s not cold The wind just makes your mind grow old The wind’s not bought The wind’s not sold Just a weather system designed to erode And the wind gives way to an estuary Like the Thames, which everyone pisses in
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Botch Job 02:24
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Existence is a botch job With a fundamental flaw It teaches to think logically And then asks you what for And I’m so skint I can’t even afford To think those dangerous things I feel like some kind of spy in life Unaware I’m shape-shifting Born with poison on my lips Set out my stall to sell a kiss Mirrored in the cognitive To cease to exist’s to really live Self-aware Skin and hair Just have to wait and see Life like sand Should be banned Just have to sit and bleed Empty shell Living hell Consciousness What a mess Solipsistic sighing So ironic and serene Discovering the cultural’s No better than a dream And if you suffer nightmares Then this vacancy’s for you Botch job enterprises hiring The most depressed recruit
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Obsoliterate 01:22
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How much will you give me for a memory? Infinite photos that I can’t see Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the law But if thou wilt the law get out your wallet for me Here comes the toll to end all tolls And if you need more than a bite then just scream so But a knife doesn’t care whether you want to be cut or not Just like instinct It won’t sharpen itself And ambition A life on the shelf Obsoliterate Infinite writing on walls that I can’t see So achievements are now null and void and Too much of a good thing Can be bad for you, at least that’s what they tell me, but Too much of a bad thing And you’re fucked…. Can’t seem to get what it is To fail or to succeed In this campaign for or against Obsoliteracy? Intelligent life Intelligent but pointless

about

Well, here we are again, finally. It's hard to believe, but believe it you must, for it is true: drums, bass and guitar on this album were all recorded in two days in September 2010. That's only, like, almost 11 years ago. That's fine, right? It's acceptable to take that fecking long to finish a fecking record, no? Roll over, Axl. We waited soooooo long to bloody well finish the thing that Fat White Family went and put out an album with the same name (though they have a "!" at the end of theirs and we do not) - but we can just put that down to great minds thinking alike when it comes to shitty puns, and the records are *ahem* decidedly different, so if they don't care, we don't care. Perhaps you shouldn't either.

Anywho. Pots and pans were bashed just as much as pedals were strictly never doubled by "Awesome" Dawson the Newly-Crowned Dork King. Rumbling not from your tummy but from four strings plus also some mega-screeching was orchestrated by "Albicocca Ritardata" Kiara the Coise Nomplainer. Slightly higher-pitched string irritation times six plus also some aggro-squawking was phoned in by "Dr" Seedi the Functioning Coccyx Lacker. Foreground yelping like someone falling down the stairs was served up by "Everyone Knows" Seamus the Sleeping Cyclist. The real talent was obviously provided by others: as mentioned above, instruments were recorded in September 2010 at Really Special HQ by Tilman Wolff-Moore, who also recorded Sea's and Seed's vocal obscenities at various different places in Muswell Hill and Palmers Green and probably elsewhere in London over the following few years. Much later still, in September 2020 Giles Barrett recorded Ki's verbal onslaught at the wicked boat known as Lightship 95, and then mixed the whole flipping lot at the Sausage Factory over the following months. Many moons ago, Gareth Cadwallader drew the artwork for the front cover, probably thinking it would be possible to see the finished article much sooner than came to pass.

Armed Response Unit isn't really playing any more. I know, I know, nobody's crying about it. But if you do want to drop us a line, feel free to do so here. Surely you've got better things to do though, innit?

Fucking christ on a cracker, I can't believe we've finally put this record to bed. Saaaaaaaaaaaaaaaafe.......

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released July 19, 2021

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Born. Eat. Grow. Drunk. Sober. Hungover. In between. Something else. Drunk. Dead. Formed in 2004 in London, observed some of the above states/stages/stasis since.

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