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live from the suburbs (5​/​21​/​22)

by point click kill

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meltdown 01:28
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pck, get the fuck away from me oomfie, bestie, get the fuck away from me pck, get the fuck away from me oomfie, bestie, get the fuck away from me first world makes it clearer that's what they said back in 48 but i can't see a difference between us and above the 38 parallel, we both wanna show a clean face starving, cause the power tells us that the world's fading, the light of the freedom shining, and mocking me faithful, to a god i wish iconoclasm ballots, might as well be rubber stamped when cast dead inside, on both sides of the razor wire suicide by being born alive self destruction is automatic my savior straight out of a threaded barrel turn the safety down to automatic now every hollow point you make, is a hollow point that you will eat first world makes it safer that's what they said back in 58 pointing the missile at my face the same shit ever since 88 hated, by cousins once removed kneeling for riot squad bruises fading on the backs of capital spending, but always in a market fall jumping just as high as they want me to faking, happiness is just a tool marketing for a corporate lie tell me if im on the wrong side self destruction is automatic my savior straight out of a threaded barrel turn the safety down to automatic now every hollow point you make, is a hollow point that you will eat gwanju or onsong? no choice but to play along locked inside of a peninsula, a kwanliso or capitalism? cut it down. nothing can stop me now
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nightmares? 00:13
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nightmares 02:34
sorry to be a bother, i'm just dragging my feet to the liquor store holding it down just barely my composure is just so weary i look at your face when you yell at me tell me these things that i tried to bury holding on to a scrap of certainty that i'm not the enemy you dragged me down, i can't turn around removing my face and removed from my place was that really all to be found? was i at the edge? was i at the precipice? will there be forgiveness? with my .45's kiss this reality means nothing to me i'm still trying to pick flesh from a broken machine with no luck, i embrace the coldest bathroom floor cause it's always there when i'm left alone look me in the eye when you say these dreams are wasted potential to you they're everything to me there's fucking nothing while i collapse in on myself i swim thru aerated oceans i sink so deep below and you act like i won't drown "fuck you, i'll never repent" i used to say that i'd never regret i'm lucid, but still sleepwalking my cold sweat drips onto the pavement leaving a trail wherever i stray desperate to be put together back again scream out against the aching sore this stalemate life is my great war these strings are fraying, fabric tearing at the seams im still trying to picture myself staring back at me with disgust i embrace the coldest bathroom floor as my vomit comes up i hope there's something more
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power outage 00:46
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is it too short is it too long to be strong they put their clothes on me ne ver ne boysia ne prosi and they smile when i bite the hand that feeds me show me love, shapovolov suck me dry while the cameras lie show me love, or let me die suck me dry until they go and euthanize
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if they knew me like i knew you then they'd hate you too
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kernel error 03:39
i cut my teeth on texan concrete i rubbed shoulders as part of the elite hit a man driving through the backroads collect my thoughts but i always seem to lose those i'm the patron saint of the commodore 64 i've made a mess of this head-shaped hole a sparrow descends and i smash it to death i built this temple just to prove that i lived what you see is what you fucking get i bleed in 16 colors, so a kid can paint recognize my constant decline maybe then you'll kinda start to realize (i can't see you now, i can't hear you now) (i can touch him now, i can do anything now) it's the sound of a dragon bullets flying far away you're so fucking small if my head explodes you'll know what happened wrote the gospel in assembly code built the third temple but every single time i lose those godless fucking cretins jerusalem's in the holy c with god as my witness you say i could have been just like wozniak maybe i'm just a man with a digital knack i think i coulda shoulda woulda been a savior i'm just a small bird staring at computer monitors i'm a ghost of a man king of the world i'm a ghost in a shell king of my world
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god knows 04:07
(verse) i sit alone in my cold dark room flickering lights and alcohol fumes mixing up my pharmaceuticals with something i got on the internet, too (prechorus) rather be broken than be reprogrammed rather be starving then be a fat lamb (chorus) hate me you can't unmake me i’ll sit here waiting for scraps of solace here fake it or just deface me just wanna be free god knows i’m dying here (post chorus) wait for freedom but it never comes angel with clipped wings holding a loaded gun (prechorus) rather be broken than be reprogrammed rather be starving then be a fat lamb rather be free than be secure and untrue rather be dead than live a life like you (chorus) hate me you can't unmake me i’ll sit here waiting for scraps of solace here fake it or just deface me just wanna be free god knows i’m dying here (ending) i’m dying i’ll die here
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machine gun 02:26
fisticuffs. trench knife. chlorinated the skyline sawed off shotgun. here they come. machine gun and we move along in hordes of fodder we bleed red under sins of the father we kill men but we don't hate each other we drop 'em so fast they call it industrial war, to end all wars war - what the fuck am i fighting for? fisticuffs. trench knife. chlorinated the skyline sawed off shotgun. here they come. machine gun collective suicide in rank and file they give me orders and i live with denial gunpowder and artillery fire i could protest but god i'm so tired war, to end all wars war - what the fuck am i fighting for? what the fuck is this all for empires fall and disorder is born my feet are rotten and my lungs are sore and my limbs scream as their ripped and torn and we move along in hordes of fodder we bleed red under sins of the father we kill men but we don't hate each other we drop 'em so fast they call it industrial war, to end all wars war - what the fuck am i fighting for?
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post show 00:47

about

recorded in may's living room at the birthday party on the 21st. played to crowd of 20ish.
ran out of a behringer eurodesk into a marshall half-stack for a PA. we had 3 days to prepare for the set. most of the songs here are cut from an ep that we are working on. some of it is old stuff. most of this is straight out of board(+ normalization to fullscale and some light compression) with the exception of projared vs jewwario, which got it's synths resynced (the right channel was lost, and it has hardpanned instruments).
we hope you enjoy.

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released May 21, 2022

point click kill is mc ichise and dj rakka.
tracks 2, 4, 6, 11, 13, and 17 are ichise productions
track 12 is a rakka production
track 15 is a rakka/ichise coproduction.
all vocals by ichise, except where they sound faggy.
various samples from rakka's collection.
rakka on mixer, ichise on mic.
my console is an eiffel 65 song.

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