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God's Country

by Chat Pile

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realcascadexiv Apparently living in Oklahoma sucks. Idk, I've never been there but that's what this album is telling me. Sounds fantastic too. Favorite track: Slaughterhouse.
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pinkytheent I think based on the way people were talking about this album, I expected a horrendous wall of grind noise throwing my head into a blender. Instead, I got something far more harrowing: a blend of Brutus, Djunah, and Fugazi put through a horrific nightmare filter, all the more horrific for its realism. This album keeps your attention like you are a prey animal watching the movements of the predator, frozen. Chat Pile create TERRIFYING heaviness through specific, personal place and situation. Favorite track: Anywhere.
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thorns_of_artemis Life Imitates art. This album is so fucked up for a reason. Favorite track: grimace_smoking_weed.jpeg.
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Hammers and grease And the eyes of god Always watching Always watching If we could only fly away now If we could only fly away And live in different skins Exist in different skins And live in different skins Remove all your skins And walk in new light And walk in cleaner light And walk in new skin In new light And the eyes of God are forgiving now So forgiving now Blood had to be shed In order to set things right Hammers and grease Haunted building Haunted life And all the blood All the blood And the fuckin sound, man You never forget their eyes Everyone’s head rings here And there is no escape No motherfucking exit Hammers and grease Pounding And the sad eyes, goddamnit And the screaming There’s more screaming than you’d think Everyone’s head rings here You never forget their eyes Hammers and grease
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Why 03:31
Why do people have to live outside In the brutal heat or when it’s below freezing There are people that are made to live outside Why Why do people have to live outside When there are buildings all around us With heat on and no one inside Why Why do people have to live outside In tents, under bridges Living with nothing and horribly suffering Why Why do people have to live outside We have the resources We have the means Why Why do people have to live outside I couldn’t survive out on the streets Why Why do people have to live outside I couldn’t survive out on the streets I’ve never had to push all of my shit around in a shopping cart have you Have you ever had ring worm Scabies? Have you ever had to live outside I don’t want to live outside Why Why do people have to live outside Horror story Real American horror story And it’s a fuckin tragedy Every day Everyday, people have to live outside Why
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Pamela 04:57
Close my eyes and you’re still with me In the trees with the locusts buzzing, but I Never can keep my eyes closed long enough And no amount of dreaming can bring you back, so I can’t remember if I told you I loved you that morning Out on the lake, you called for your mother and my Heart broke into a million pieces A kind of darkness you just never get used to So, I stare at the lake Biding my time Waiting to die Wonder if all this pain I carry is Strong enough to lift your body from the water And make you be alive again I think stupid things like this all the time, but I would gladly trade my life for yours If only the water could bargain If only they had been watching I can’t turn back, only face forward, but I would gladly trade my life for yours If only the water could bargain If only they had been watching I can’t turn back, only face forward Open my eyes now, task in front of me And your voice is always calling, but I Can’t control the rage inside of me Spill their blood ‘til the world is done with me I want you to know right now that I loved you When you left it almost killed your mother, but Something inside me propels me forward A kind of rage you just never get used to So, I stare at the lake Biding my time Waiting to die And everything that I touch is dead Everything that I wanted is gone Nothing before me now but pain Nothing before me but pain And your voice Your voice, of course Someday I’ll reach you In my dreams I can reach you So, I stare at the lake Biding my time Waiting to die Cutting the meat Forest of meat Spill their blood Spilling their blood And resurrect my son Resurrect my son Stare at the lake Biding my time Waiting to die
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His skin is all fucked up but he cooked a nice batch Everywhere in the walls new roach babies hatch She says vein stuff freaks her out so I keep quiet Everyone says they can’t handle vein stuff til they try it God’s Eyes Taste Lips Red Phos Death Cum Falling from the cross, I am held up by strings Can’t stop dancing A wicked puppet A wicked puppet Tried to fuck me, called me a liar So I shot him in the head, set the house on fire God’s Eyes Taste Lips Red Phos Death Cum
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Anywhere 05:47
​​At first your hand was in mine There, smiling and walking Then the world split open Think there was brain on my shoes Stop it So here’s where time stands still For truly wretched souls And now he’s gone from this place All matter finds a black hole It’s the sound of a fuckin gun It’s the sound of your world collapsing The world is so still now Invaded by hands flailing Forming trails before me Suddenly broken by screaming Stop it Coming up from the earth Standing up from the ground Blood on my face, blood on my pants Running like hell from the sound Wait a minute No Stop it The mirror holds a new face A true wretched soul And now he’s gone from this place All matter finds a black hole It’s the sound of a gun It’s the sound of your world collapsing This can’t be real life If I could just push things back ten minutes This wouldn’t have happened I would never have come here Stop it
6.
Ocean is Far away A million miles Far away And my wife And my kids It’s just me At the gym Unknown concepts And new strategies Deeper cuts Bloody sheets Making money Man on TV Haunt you Haunt me This is something that I cannot beat And it for sure will destroy what energy I have left inside Unknown concepts And new strategies Deeper cuts Bloody sheets Making Money Man on TV Haunt you Haunt me And get the fuck up
7.
The Mask 02:57
Open the fucking cash register before I kill everyone in here No, don’t go to him, stay on the ground, I didn’t hit him that hard And anyway I can hit a lot harder if you want to find out Won’t matter to me none, do you want to see? Line up the animals! Sirloin Stockade Open the safe in the back before more people die It didn’t have to be this way and honestly if you listen to me And follow instructions, this will all be over soon And how about this? You won’t even hear it Line up the animals! Sirloin Stockade It’s all broken faces in this nightmare And jamming fingers And goddamn dust in my eyes for the rest of my life But, O All the animals we’ve worked through All the animals
8.
You I hope they curse your name And you I think about killing you every day You may not remember me, but Bet your last fucking dollar I remember you And you I put they put a fucking curse on your name And you I will never let them forget your face Cause, you may not see me now But, motherfucker I see you So i’m coming now Coming around back Everyone’s asleep (everyone’s asleep) Just lookin for some peace
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Normal night Should be Just trying to live a Normal life Ok? It was the image that brought me back but Listen, I don’t want your presence Purple man Smoking weed In my bedroom Don’t want you Don’t need you Don’t think I’d forget You hurt me in a past life You were strange once At least stranger than you are now Ok, it’s true I wanna wear your flesh When I look through my eyes I wanna be You I’m a monster too But Somewhere I’m just Driftin Purple man Get out of my room New spoon Stolen Gleaming light I think back to the time Fondly That one time I felt sick but I zen’d out And it boiled in no time Felt good in no time Felt good in no time Asleep Forgotten pleasures No time Purple man Stop coming into my room Stop looking at things that aren’t meant for You I’m twisted And frail Broken up I’m purple I’m the purple man, too Grimace Grimace I’m trying to kill myself If you don’t mind That’s why I locked the door I just need some privacy If you don’t mind I’m gonna Open the window now And jump out Face first I know we’re not that high But if I do it right I can break my neck I don’t wanna be alive I don’t wanna be alive Grimace

about

There’s a sick irony to how a country that extols rhetoric of individual freedom, in the same gasp, has no problem commodifying human life as if it were meat to feed the insatiable hunger of capitalism. If this is American nihilism taken to its absolute zenith, then God’s Country, the first full length record from Oklahoma City noise rock quartet Chat Pile is the aural embodiment of such a concept.

Having lived alongside the heaps of toxic refuse that the band derives its name from, the fatalism of daily life in the American Midwest permeates throughout the works of Chat Pile, and especially so on its debut LP. Exasperated by the pandemic, the hopelessness of climate change, the cattle shoot of global capitalism, and fueled by “...lots and lots and lots and lots and lots and lots of THC,” God’s Country is as much of an acknowledgement of the Earth’s most assured demise as it is a snarling violent act of defiance against it. Within its over 40 minute runtime, God’s Country displays both Chat Pile’s most aggressively unhinged and contemplatively nuanced moments to date, drawing from its preceding two EPs and its score for the 2021 film, Tenkiller. In the band’s own words, the album is, at its heart, “Oklahoma’s specific brand of misery.” A misery intent on taking all down with it and its cacophonous chaos on its own terms as opposed to idly accepting its otherwise assured fall. This is what the end of the world sounds like.

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released July 29, 2022

Music, production, and artwork by Chat Pile.

Mastering by Jared Stimpfl.

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Chat Pile Oklahoma City, Oklahoma

Booking: storch@artistgrp.com

Media: stephanie@another- side.net

General: chatpileband@gmail.com

Twitter: @chatpileband

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