Released on Complacency in 1991; later reissued by Neat as an import with bad sound, poor editing, a premature fadeout on "Filet of Nod," and new cover art (a white rat, i think). Avoid, avoid, avoid. Get the original album, with the cover shown above. This is probably the "heaviest" album Cheer-Accident ever made, assuming you're into these things. It's certainly very loud and ugly in tone.... "Filet of Nod," incidentally, lives up to its title by being either hypnotically or monotonously repetitive for 8:22 ("it only seems longer").
Personnel:
chris BLOCK (bass & vocals)
thymme JONES (drums & vocals)
jeff LIBERSHER (guitar)
Notes:
produced by CHEER-ACCIDENT and SOMEONE ELSE
engineered by steve ALBINI
recorded in a squalid little basement (no puddles) sometime over the
second weekend in NOVEMBER 1991 somewhere in CHICAGO, ILLINOIS
all drum tracks recorded in EXTREME state of PAIN
cover photography by kathleen CROW
My New Best Friend is a product of thymme JONES
feiline apathy by FLUSS & MIA (the slut)
suggestions (ignored), opinions (mostly ignored) and general comments of
disapproval may be directed to the following addres: CHEER-ACCIDENT c/o
COMPLACENCY PRODUCTIONS PO Box 1452 Palatine, IL 60078 USA
hey, thanks to
brad SCHULETER (continuing financial necessities, drum pedals and digital read-outs)
scot ASHLEY (stolen riffs and borrowed guitars)
dan BURKE (digital shit)
janie BOUZEK (because she asked)
michael GREENLESS and the boys down at NO BLOW (the proper introductions and what not)
and, of course, david WOOD (without whom)
"Liner notes":
apathetic, your life is adrift you beg my intrusion I enteryour mind unaware I make your decisions rescind all the values you've held in favor of white lies synaptic responses are numb I leave you quite helpless you're living your life at the end of a leash held by insecurity I live in such a tiny little fucking world there are no windows because I know there's no outside I got your letter you know it didn't really mean much since I'm the only living being in this world you feeling better? I heard that you might still be crying it's manufactured, I know that you're not really bleeding I got my letter, sometimes I can't read my own writing next time I'll type it and everything will turn out clear I don't believe the stars are anything but tiny painted flecks on the ceiling I don't believe the moon is anything but a yellow crescent design painted on the back of my eyelid it's getting late now, I think that I might have to go but there's still time, if you're lucky I'll invite you in cut up the earthworm SLICE cut up the earthworm SLICE look, it still moves SLICE, SLICE cut up the earthworm cut up the earthworm SLICE (dialect, skin color, religious persuasion, sexual preference, political views, gender, income, language, custom, age) friends of late are just a means to desecrate reality the sanctity of sincerity in confidence, I used to dream now I lay me down awake wrapped in sheets, my soul to take society, the masses breed in contradictions, I have seen thrive countless lies, like open sores when I was young I bought them all brought them home and showed my friends and played them to the bitter end how many times can we cut up the earthworm and still watch it move? I can offer you some stale bread and a bad time I can read you a letter from an old friend and tell you how things used to be I can offer you a tune -- if you leave me alone long enough to write one I can tell you how hungry I am and how the ringing in my ears won't go away and how things probably won't get any better I can offer you my advice, but won't ask you for any (so don't give me any) I can offer you my opinions YOU TALK TOO MUCH there's one I can show you a ten year old photograph of an ex-girlfriend (and a recent one of her and her new fiance) I can offer you some tea that's been in the refrigerator for eleven weeks I can tell you babout my headache... but I would prefer that you just leave how can you think when you haven't a thought worth repeating how can you feel when emotion has passed you by how can you know when the knowing is kept by the outside how can you say that it's only a childish lie how do you feel when you wake in the morning to sunshine and all you want is for someone to take it away see me now and tell me it's worth all the anguish touch me now and you know that I might run away how can you speak when you haven't a clue my perspective tortures me and I am not free to abstain take me now, no, I've buried that dream with the whitewash nothing left and nothing more to be said we have no time we haven't a thing to say homicide matricide patricide genocide suicide dead inside deep inside fear resides avarice greed envy and gluttony no longer sins but passport to luxury the world is numb in wait for a Godless son third world has a surrogate a plea that you can't ignore now there's nothing left for us to do we're caught we can't give up we're through we cannot stop we can't go on the snare is set we're out of time this dog is gonna hatch across the China Sea and the southern continent sister's face eating betrays what she's thinking but not quite the way that you would have hoped for she leaves you so cold she leaves you in silence you search for the door but you can't find the exit resigned to your fate waiting for daybreak this isn't the way that you would have had it
...feel free to dance
1. Garbage Head
2. Small World
3. Everyone's Ugly Up Close
4. Muffy Needs a New Pair Of Rose-Colored Glasses
5. Whitewash
6. Fat Dog's Gonna Hatch
7. Elbow Deep in Turkey
8. Filet of Nod