Bad Guynaecology

by BAD GUYS

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Michael Henaghan
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Michael Henaghan Bad Guys remind me of early Clutch, check out the track 'Crime'. It's about stealing a tonka truck, think Rollins Band's 'Liar' but beefed up on steroids. Big sludgy Melvins-esque riffs, and I also detect hints of Motörhead, Red Fang and early Helmet. A riot from start to finish, they do not take themselves too seriously and this adds to charm of this record. Favorite track: Crime.
Mr. Bumpy
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Mr. Bumpy Tonka is a great tale amongst others!
Dom
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Dom I was once told "They have two guitarists and four guitar necks between them" and was sold from that moment onwards. Favorite track: Prostitutes.
Héctor Hurtado Grooscors
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Héctor Hurtado Grooscors This is the soundtrack for a RnR party. Grab yourself a six pack and let's dance! Favorite track: Crime.
Paul Schwarz
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Paul Schwarz Best lyrics. Here and there. Silly ss fuck. No one EVER would have guess that Hackney birthed a four-piece like thjis... Saved from fing themselves in the dark hole by the drummer who always rwememmbers how Motorhead worked it... Favorite track: No Tomorrow.
Les Hall
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Les Hall These guys are Bad Guys Favorite track: Prostitutes.
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1.
Crime 06:09
CRIME I saw an advert on the television For a Tonka, a Tonka truck And I wanted it, this Tonka, Wanted it so much Had to have it So I asked my mother for a Tonka, She said no So I asked my father for a Tonka, He said no. Ask your mother. But I want that Tonka I want it bad Hard bright yellow plastic Stiff black rubber wheels Brightly coloured sticky decals So I went to the toy shop I went to Toys-R-Us And I found my truck In the truck aisle It was beautiful It was beautiful So I put it in my coat And I walked towards the tills Past the tills Past security Towards the automatic glass sliding doors And they automatically slid open And I walked out Now I’m at home sitting in my room Having so much fun When in my dad comes He says hey son, where’d you get that truck? I said Toys-R-Us He said how’d you pay for it? I said I didn’t, I stole it I used Crime I used Crime Now I’m a criminal Now I’m a criminal You should have bought me the truck You should have bought me the truck You should have bought me the truck You should have bought me the truck you fuck
2.
Prostitutes 03:46
PROSTITUTES Prostitutes Prostitutes Prostitutes Are making love in my garden (repeat) The prostitute is always a woman The customers are men They make love in the night time Even when there’s rain They do it standing up Leaning on my back door It would be far too dirty To get down on the floor The men have so much love to give Their wives are all so tired The prostitutes have stamina And their love is for hire Twenty pounds to love her mouth Thirty to love her hole With every loving a special gift A small piece of her soul I said that prostitutes Prostitutes Prostitutes Are making love in my garden (repeat) I wonder if it’s true love That these couples really feel They lead an alternative lifestyle Who am I to question their ideals? If you can love right through an intruder alert Well it must be quite a rush I guess sometimes a regular kind of fuck Isn’t good enough To get it up I’ve gotta admit as a loving man It seems pretty fucking grim But maybe it’s just like the saying goes If you can’t beat ‘em, then join ‘em Prostitutes Prostitutes Prostitutes Are making love in my garden
3.
Zoltan 02:20
ZOLTAN He stares intently in your cold dark eyes Emotion there he sees no trace Eradication of man’s ills hypothesized As you spit venom In his face Well that’s just what he wanted He’s come for your poison He’s gonna grab you by your head And rip out your glands No stopping, however long it takes He’s hunting every fucking snake Desert, Jungle, Forest, Swamps and Lakes Lizard scum there’s no escape Who is this, this intrepid man? Zoltan! Zolta-a-an! His black glove grasps your neck You’re the creeper but this time you’re the one got crept upon Venom and Leather and the smell of a good fight You snakes are fucked, Zoltan’s got the biggest bite, Good night Fuck you snakes.
4.
WORLD MURDERER An army strikes down On rocketships they pound Their remains made into a crown Worn by warlord Arc-welded to skull Great power was his reward He dives down into the earth Through rock and iron ore Right down to the belly of it all This steel it melts In a white hot corner of hell The Earth blown to kingdom come And from the ashes A mighty being rises Psychotic mindset His body mechanises He flies into the vast expanse Across thirteen billion light years This is the end for all he sees The planets scatter in fear A galaxy, gone All his life he wanted to be A world Murderer Flying interplanetary Wreaking havoc, a life deserter Enemies will bow down to me Even as I crush them
5.
Reaper 04:31
REAPER When it comes your time to look the reaper in the eye And see your true reflection for the first time in your life Will you say I’m ready to die, I solved my quest Put up a damn good fight and I’ll lay myself down to rest motherfucker. Maybe you will die young or maybe you’ll grow old Whatever, The cold hard truth is we end up hard and cold You can spend your life coming up with lies to calm you down Can’t focus on the fact, ‘cause it spins your head around NOTHING! NOTHING! MEANS ANYTHING AT ALL! SO DON’T SPEND ALL YOUR FUCKING TIME DREAMING ABOUT GETTING MORE! NOTHING! NOTHING! IS EVER COMING TRUE ALL YOUR HOPES AND ALL YOUR DREAMS YOU’VE GOT NOTHING COMING TO YOU (EXCEPT DEATH!) THROW OUT ALL YOUR VICES THROW OUT ALL YOUR PLASTIC TOYS SET FIRE TO YOUR MESSIAHS AND ALL THAT THEY ENJOY GET RID OF IT ALL BE TOTALLY BEREFT FEEL THE OVERWHELMING VOID OF HAVING NOTHING LEFT DEATH IS COMING FOR YOU FROM THE MOMENT YOU ARE BORN IF YOU THINK YOUR LIFE MEANS ANYTHING YOU’RE JUST PLAIN FUCKING WRONG NOTHING! NOTHING! NOTHING FOREVER MORE! THERE IS NO MEANING THAT’S THE POINT THERE IS NO POINT AT ALL UNDERNEATH THE SURFACE OF YOUR LIFE TECTONIC PLATES OF MISERY AND STRIFE NIGHTMARE ABSURDITY WILL GRIND UP YOUR BONES NO USE LOOKING FOR AN ANSWER IN THE INFINITE UNKNOWN SO WHAT’S THE POINT? WHAT’S THE POINT? WHEN YOUR REALITY IS RIPPING AT THE JOINTS AS YOU PLUNGE HEADFIRST INTO THE ENDLESS VOID YOUR FAITH IN EVERYTHING IS UTTERLY DESTROYED And what can we do? What can we do? When this futility just burns inside of you Love is everything Love is everything The only thing Worth anything
6.
FABLED SUCCUBUS When the night is out And the lights are low Claim that woman Take her soul And come into your mind When the dogs all prowl On their night patrol Take my body Take my soul And come into your mind Let the black fur Of my heart Envelope you Fabled succubus Let the darkness inside you Writhing bodies in the night Bleeding virgin sacrifice Writhing bodies start to suffer I will be your final lover Step into the night There won’t be a fight Sleeping in death's manger Taken by a stranger Come into your mind
7.
Motorhome 01:31
MOTORHOME I would like to buy a mobile home Yes sir, that’ll be, 20,000 pounds, enjoy it, it’s got a great kitchen Now I own a second hand mobile home I’m gonna drive it And live in lots of different places And ruin them I’m driving, I’m cruising, I’m living in my mobile home I’m headed to your town And parking in your garden And trampling on your flowers I will drive my home in to your front room while you watch TV. My home has got six wheels and an engine And when I hate my neighbours I can fuck off And drive out to the country And park under a tree And forget about my worries Out here on my own I love my motorhome Day by day drive my home Inside bedroom outside chrome I’ll come to you don’t come to me The world a blur that’s what I see
8.
No Tomorrow 11:48
NO TOMORROW You took my life And you turned it to rot Cut like a knife And tore out my heart Denied the lies Things I’d seen with my own eyes Well now I see The one to blame is me ‘Cause I should never have loved you It’s true After what you put me through Sweet ass, long legs And a devil in bed Well it softens what you do to me Cheating right in front of me Give me a lobotomy Somebody take me away Why did you have to chase all that money? What did you hope to see? Don’t you know you need love in your heart? You’ve got to believe Now I’m drowning in my sorrow Look what you’ve done to me Living life like there’s no tomorrow And I feel so free No sleep in darkness A heart in despair Scattered in ashes run skeletal fingers through your hair Suffer in sadness Hell won’t forfend There’s no tomorrow This is the end Fear Hate Honour Death Seduction Love Pride Sex Lies

about

Recorded in a snake pit, in a quarry, on top of a mountain, in the desert, at night, during a thunderstorm, BAD GUYNAECOLOGY is the second album from Hackney’s BAD GUYS. Not only that, they will be playing an album launch show on FRIDAY 13th MARCH – yes, you heard that right, unlucky for some but not for BAD GUYS – at London’s infamous Lexington venue ahead of a full run of UK dates.

Full of heavy riffs, pounding drums and wild vocals laid down on seven foot wide steel tape, then smelted into WAVs by an irritable dwarf in an ancient forge, in space - BAD GUYNAECOLOGY truly is the soundtrack to your generation. Whoever you are.

For Fans Of: Motorhead, Harvey Milk, Melvins, Thin Lizzy, Jesus Lizard, Torche, MC5, Killdozer, Black Sabbath.

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released March 16, 2015

Grab BAD GUYS final mini album 'No More Mr Bad Guy' on Hominid Sounds here: hominidsounds.bandcamp.com/album/no-more-mr-bad-guy

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