Exit Bag & Helium Technique

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    Debut full length studio album from the UK metal band AffluenzA. In jewel case with 8 page colour booklet featuring artwork by "Pablo".

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AffluenzA

"Exit Bag & Helium Technique"

Debut full length studio album from the UK metal band AffluenzA. Includes 8 page booklet.

Affluenza is a groove metal band whose new album ‘Exit Bag and Helium Technique’ is due out in late 2015. Mixed and mastered by Johnny Carter of Pitchshifter, the record is influenced by the likes of Pantera’s rhythm, The Haunted’s intensity, Trap Them’s bombast and Bill Hick’s irreverence. It is a compelling, pulsating listen where the audience is treated to a relentless torrent of crushing grooves overlaid with enough snarling satire to silence anyone who thinks everything is rosy in today’s society.

‘Exit Bag…’ kicks off with the bombastic ‘Red Tape and Apathy’, a seething comment on bureaucracy’s influence on poverty. The uncompromising themes keep coming: ‘Sweatshop Blues’ is a work of complex subtlety that depicts the NHS’s epitaph, while ‘You Should Have Been a Blowjob’ is a savage, sneering attack on modern class structure.

"Not to be sneezed at" (TERRORIZER)

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released October 31, 2015

Recorded by Andy Turner & Affluenza
Mixed & Mastered by Johnny Carter @ The Moot Group

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affluenza London, UK

AFFLUENZA are a five-piece modern Technical Metal Band with a Heavy Stoner edge, hailing from South East London.
Made from seasoned musical stock, all members have previously been in well established, recording and touring bands. Their music is hard to pin into just one category - technical groove mastery - thrashy mid sections and proggy stoner bits might just give you an idea.
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Track Name: Red Tape & Apathy
Red tape and apathy

Your pride is swollen, and fit to burst.
Divide and conquer everything, with this idiot box.
Lobotomized and mute, all leashed and tied.
Even the very best of dogs go bad sometimes.

When two and two keeps adding up and comes to five.
Where aspirations die, and only fear survives.
Your education, all turned to dust.
With red tape and apathy will keep you where they must.

A fat worm hooked again and left for bait.
Tempted by synthetic lures that’s all it takes

Don’t bother voting, in our phone in pole.
We really don’t care what you think, you idiot prole.
A troff of steaming shit, you’ll just shovel it in.
Growing fatter by the day, as you swallow it whole.

When two and two keeps adding up and comes to five.
Where aspirations die, and only fear survives.
Your education, all turned to dust.
Red tape and apathy will keep you where they must.

Bury your head in the sun.
Celeb-u-tard distraction, and there’s titties on page three.

We’re back around to fuck you, harder, deeper, faster and longer.
Turn around and touch your toes my dear, only hurts as they put it inside you.
Red tape and apathy the tools, used to keep you a moron.
Keep hoping, one day your numbers come up, I got news for you pal.

Coming back around to fuck you, harder, deeper, faster and longer.
Close your eyes and count to ten my dear, and we’ll all be lambs to the slaughter.
Red tape and apathy the tools, used to keep you a moron.
‘Cos if, you’re not as angry as me, you’re just not paying attention.

A fat worm hooked again and left for bait.
Tempted by synthetic lures that’s all it takes
Track Name: Sweatshop Blues
Sweatshop Blues

Well you’ll swear you’ve done your time
Search for sympathy but empathy’s a well that’s run dry
but everything comes to an end
Well this bureaucracy’s the death of us all
pushing paperwork and forms to be ignored
it’s a farce
but everything comes to an end

I used to be disgusted, but now I’m just amused
Weak moralities and frankly weak excuses
And you’ll search for a cure

Here’s a lesson in revisionist history
Yeah rehabilitation’s working out real well

I used to be disgusted, but now I’m just amused
Weak moralities and frankly weak excuses
And you’ll search for a cure
Well I used to be disgusted
But everything dies in the end

It just goes to show, what doesn’t kill you makes you bitter
And now I’ve seen too much and it’s just left me so damn bitter
It just goes to show
Needless to say this conversation’s over
Needless to say this conversation’s over
Needless to say

You ask for a cure, I’ll give you a cure
Right between the eyes
You search for a cure a bullets a cure
Direct to the brain

Common sense upped and left abandoned
Wasting time, ‘cos what I never wanna be is…
You can’t comprehend, lives on trial
‘Cos what I never wanna be is you
Track Name: You Should Have Been a Blowjob
You Should Have Been a Blowjob

We’ll be together ‘till the end, it’ll be a murder suicide.
‘Cos I’ve got a bad temper and a baseball bat, and I’m taking down names.

These are my demands; stay tuned for a live execution.
Here’s a murder show, live on TV. I’m paying back my debt to society.

Dragged out to the wolves. This is my, big fuck you.
I’m doing my bit for humanity, one prick at a time.

So tell your producer, “Run and get two knives”, we’ll settle this live men.
Everyone knows that your lie detectors rigged, and what the hell are your credentials anyway?

Dragged out to the wolves. This is my, big fuck you.
I’m doing my bit for humanity, one prick at a time.

When you say there’s no I in team, we’ll I can assure you there’s a “U” in cunt!
Millions die in the palm of my hand, and any one of them would be better than you.

You should have been a blowjob, at best a miscarriage.
A prime candidate for late term abortion.
I’m guessing your daddy should come on the tits.

We’ll id never play another man’s game. Tables rigged, the cards stacked in your favor.
DNA’s an ugly word to the wretched, ‘cos after all they never asked to be born.

You should have been a blow job, at best a miscarriage.
A home visit from doctor Kevorkian. Lethal injection is just what you need.

This is not the fucking Ark. It’s the god damn Titanic.
And the waters are rising up fast, and there ain’t a fucking life raft in sight.
Track Name: You All Saw, He Had a gun
You All Saw, He Had a gun

Unimpeachable, above the law, untouchable. We’ll start a conflict just to showcase our wears.
Just pick a state, as long as their brown. ‘Cos lack of empathy’s the key to this game.

Grey suits and insincere smiles. Only our fingerprints tell us apart.
You all saw he had a gun!
An eye for an eye leaves the whole world blind.

Manipulation as the tail wags the dog. You’ll all be eating out of the palm of our hands.
Pump up the fear, declare war on terror. ‘Cos let’s face it we’re creating jobs.

Grey suits and insincere smiles. Only our fingerprints tell us apart.
You all saw he had a gun!
An eye for an eye leaves the whole world blind.

I’m watching the tube with my dick in my hand. I’m beating my meat watching news 24.
‘Cos nothing gets me off like watching missiles fly. There’s nothing to fear, they’re just collateral damage.
And I sleep real fine at night.
‘Cos let’s face it I’m keeping you safe.

Grey suits and insincere smiles. Only our fingerprints tell us apart.
You all saw he had a gun!
An eye for an eye leaves the whole world blind.
Track Name: Land Of The Coward
Land Of The Coward

Land of the coward. Home of the slave.
Dig a hole for your shattered dreams. You bury them under an ashen sky.
All hope rationed and gone.
Convince yourself of endless, hopeless, visions of your own utopian hell.

Rise and shine. It’s time to wake and smell your misery.
Promissory notes on filthy green paper. It’s just a symptom of this modern disease.
We’ll burn the wretched and we’ll feast on their bones.
This thrill’s addictive, sharks swimming on instinct in the land of the slave.

Try breaking your back, just see what you get.
Try going twelve rounds with Mike Tyson, it’s all fun ‘til someone loses an ear,
And then, it’s fucking hilarious.
A shark swims on instinct, ‘cos business is business, and commerce ain’t free.

Rise and shine. It’s time to wake and smell your misery.
Promissory notes on filthy green paper. It’s just a symptom of this modern disease.
Burn the wretched and we’ll feast on their bones.
This thrill’s addictive, sharks swimming on instinct in the land of the slave.

What did I tell you? Don’t ask questions. I’m the one fucking this bitch, you’re just holding the camera.
What did I tell you? Don’t make waves. ‘Cos I’m the one fucking you next, you’re just grabbing your ankles.

And the logo’s you wear, they just brand you.
And the car that you drive, don’t define you.
This fortress that you build, it just shackles you.
And this deal that we made, means I own you.

Everything you’ve ever wanted, all you’ve ever known. All collapses.
Everything you’ve ever wanted, all you’ve ever know. Yeah we sold you.

And I’ll drive by in my Porsche, yeah I’m smiling, I’m waving, of course.
That small print you ignore, yeah I bet you’re reading it now motherfucker.

Land of the coward, home of the slave. This thrill’s addictive, sharks swimming on instinct, no home for the brave.
Track Name: Prey for Deliverance
Prey for Deliverance

Pandemic, red herring or epidemic? Inoculations, the order of the day
Line ‘em up, roll ‘em up then shoot ‘em up, they’ll come running with open arms

Welcome to our brand new institution.
We do sincerely hope that you enjoy your stay
Now medicated, you’re passive and you’re easy
Prey! Prey for deliverance
Pray! Pray for us all

Today’s the day, we’re sending out the trucks, thinning the heard has never been so easy
Round ‘em up, don’t bag ‘em up or tag ‘em up, Just throw their bodies into the grave

Welcome to our brand new institution
We do sincerely hope that you enjoy your stay
Now medicated, you’re placid and you’re easy
Prey! Prey for deliverance
Pray! Pray for us all

So take their shots with smiles and words of gratitude
We’ll be your savior from the beast that is ourselves
Cut down with pride and neturilzed.
We know ‘cos you’re a citizen you’ll do just what you’re told

And now the cull’s begun. Prey for deliverance
This is the culling season. Pray for us all

For all the swine, who suckle on our teat tonight, you’re full of mercury and fluoride for your teeth
Cut down with pride and neutralized
We know ‘cos you’re a citizen you’re programmed to obey

And now the cull’s begun. Prey for deliverance
This is the culling season. Pray for us all

Pray for your lives, hands together
Pray for your soul
Get in the back of the truck, we’ll take you for a ride

Welcome to our brand new institution
We do sincerely hope that you enjoy your stay
Now medicated, you’re placid and you’re easy
Prey! Prey for deliverance
Pray! Pray for us all
Prey! Prey for deliverance
Pray! Pray for us all.
Pray for us all.
You pray.
Track Name: Wash Your Mouth Out with a Revolver
Wash Your Mouth Out with a Revolver

Well now let me see, what’s your fucking problem now?
I guess I must have looked at you the wrong way, next time I’ll keep my eyes on the ground
Well I should have known a piece of shit like you won’t be ignored
We’ll I’ll tell you something, got my attention now.

Left in the ruins of the temple seems like there’s no choice for me
I’ll take this rusted .44 and wash your mouth of all this

I swear this time that everything will work out fine
No tragic scenes of violence or dirty words bound to offend
Well I should have known a thing like this could only end in tears
We’ll I’ll tell you something, they won’t be mine

Left in the ruins of the temple seems like there’s no choice for me
I’ll take this rusted .44 and wash your mouth of all this
Sin

Did you ever think about the ones, think about all the one’s you left behind,
Picking up the pieces, crossing the tee’s and blacking the eyes

So now raise a flag, a shrine to everything you own
It’s made of broken pieces and fragments torn from skin and bone
Three cheers for democracy as you cover up your ears and eyes
Three cheers for failure, yeah thanks for nothing

Left in the ruins of the temple seems like there’s no choice for me
I’ll take this rusted .44 and wash your mouth of all this
Sin

So teach your toes to pull the trigger, with a shotgun in your mouth
Do us all a favor, decorate the walls with shades of brain

A generation scarred for life, spare the rod and spoil the child
A generation scarred for life, spare the rod and spoil the child

We’re sold a shining myth, hook line and sinker
Wrapped up in cotton wool, and left out for the jackals

A generation left for dead, burn the rod, destroy the child
Track Name: Product of Junk D.N.A
Product of Junk D.N.A

Here concludes another long weekend starring in the mirror
And when I’m told “you’ve gotta know your enemy”
I know I never ever really have to look far

I guess I’ve got a problem, it’s a social disease
But I’ve got this dog that bites me, but I continue to feed

A wasted life spent running in circles, trying to find a fresh supply.
I think I’ve grown a little long in the tooth, to carry on playing this bullshit game

I guess I’ve got a problem, it’s a social disease
But I’ve got this dog that bites me, but I continue to feed
I guess I’m just a product of this junk DNA

Bleeding, can’t stop repeating, so fetch me the tourniquet
Tie it off, tie it off straight in the vein
Bleeding, can’t shake the sickness, this shit’s getting old
Tie it off, tie it off straight in the vein

A wasted life spent searching for something, but Jesus ain’t coming for me
Slowly now I’m starting to realize, no angel of salvation’s ever coming for me

Bleeding, can’t stop repeating, so fetch me the tourniquet
Tie it off, tie it off straight in the vein
Bleeding, can’t shake the sickness, this shit’s getting fucking old
Tie it off, tie it off straight in the vein

Afloat but drifting, stuck on this ship and it is sinking fast
and I’ve lost my way

It’s just one less minute less for me to count, less sand left to slip away
It’s just one less minute less for me to count, less sand left to slip away