EYES ON THE LIGHT!
"The lights and the sound and the rhythm and the noise hit my body like a thousand dances. Everyone knows where nothing is something and our lives flash before our very eyes"
~FLIPPER
EYES ON THE LIGHT!
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The art of lying broken down to a science, hidden hands form an alliance, our prison planet erupting in violence, there’s a bullet for your noncompliance.

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Dame una razón para no perder el control, dame una razón por que ya es muy tarde.

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I can hear their noise, I can see their lights, the helicopters are coming down on me tonight…




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Songs about cops being assholes will never get old.

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The twisted and tortured yearning for love, searching for the sun in this fucking dirty world, no powers to control us.

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Tension builds, then explodes. I am burning in the sun. Gutters flow red with blood. I need a place to feel safe.


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Photographs and musings by C.C. Squire

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Photographs and musings by C.C. Squire

"Wild Mountain" - Triple Mania II - Crash Worship

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Album Art
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They wouldn’t understand it if we told them all the reasons,
not that I think this deserves any kind of explanation.

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Pierced Arrows
sculpins
midnight eagle
tit wrench
chemicals
Death Crisis
jeff the brotherhood
drags

Oh, to realize something is ending within us,
feeling yourself disintegrate

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tirefire
chemicals
big easy
Process of Suffocation
eyehategod
digital leather
caddywhompus
Inter Arma

I’m too stoked on too much music out right now to keep this blog exclusively for my photographic work. My friend brought this tasty 12 inch slab home from her trip to Belgium. She told me Belgium has some good record stores and if Amazon Hunt by Catholic Spray.is any indication of that, all you pretentious asshole record collectors will pay attention to the catchy sound of this band from Paris who lay down a thick whallop of punk-surf-damage with a side of synth-noise that is as refreshing as a New Orleans sno-ball in August. At least that’s how I remember them last night when I heard them for the first time on my return-trip to the Crescent City. Fans of Human Eye, the Spits, and Dead C take note.

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Catholic Spray
Dead C
SPITS
French People
I’m too stoked on too much music out right now to keep this blog exclusively for my photographic work. My friend brought this tasty 12 inch slab home from her trip to Belgium. She told me Belgium has some good record stores and if Amazon Hunt by...

I took a record of pretty music I went down and baby you can tell I took a record of pretty music and now I’m putting it to you straight from hell.



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GBH
Midnight Eagle
Obits
Costes
UNSANE
Spits
Process Of Suffocation
Pall Bearers
Siberia Nola

So listen sweet Lord, forgive me my sin
‘Cos I can’t stand this life without all of these things
Know I done wrong, but I’ve Heaven on Earth
Know I done wrong, but I could have done me worse

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Dragon's Den
Beehive and The Barracudas
Statutory Triangle
New Orleans Bounce Rap
Le Bucharettes
INDIAN
Goatwhore
AVAIL