Iniquity Signals

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Conan Neutron SEMINARS is a badass band, and everybody oughta know. Still the downstroke kings, but now introducing elements of moodier post-punk and nuanced rhythmic interplay. The songs are great, the sound is top notch, what is not to love? Get it, RIGHT NOW. Favorite track: Involuntary Telekinesis.
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about

3rd long-player by Seattle punk rock concern SEMINARS.

UPCOMING SEMINARS:

SATURDAY NOVEMBER 16th:
Seattle WA @ Kraken
w/ Slow Code, Young Elk, The Hague.

credits

released November 15, 2019

All music by SEMINARS, lyrics by Burns.
Recorded at practice, mixed at home March-August 2019.

Art: Jim Blaha.
Mastering: Carl Saff.

Band:
James Burns: vocals, guitar
Mike Bernatovicz: bass, vocals
Thom Geibel, drums, percussion, vocals.

Gear help: Chris Rasmussen, Randy #30.

Charlie Wagner: additional vocals on 1, 6, 7.
Jeff Moody: additional vocals on 2.
Casey Nolan: additional vocals on 3.
Graham Isaac: additional vocals on 4.
Conan Neutron: additional vocals, bit commanding, data corruption on 5.
Chas Roberts: additional vocals on 6.
Felix Reyes: additional vocals on 8
Chris Williams: co-lead vocals on 9.
Mason Pitzel: additional vocals on 11.
Evan Jones: additional vocals on 12.

Play loud. Throw milkshakes at fascists. Hug your friends. Thank you.

ABSOLUTELY NO SM57s WERE USED IN THE MAKING OF THIS ALBUM.

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Track Name: Gormless
when the jackboots finally come for you
just tell 'em proudly
"i defended your
right to speech"
they’ll probably pat your back
and flash a smile
before they shove you
in the back of a jeep

retcon ID
just one of the boys
render your status, gormless
atop the void
a sudden gut punch
a kick to the groin
render your status, gormless
atop the void

complacency,
meet apathy
you atrophy,
so obstinate
from where I'm standing
and the things I've seen
the devil has enough
fucking advocates

retcon ID
just one of the boys
render your status, gormless
atop the void
a sudden gut punch
a kick to the groin
render your status, gormless
atop the void

you'll bite your tongue 'till you draw blood

an offhand remark
look over your shoulder
"oh, but I don't mean you"
of course you fucking do
Track Name: Krumholz Institute
everything slid downhill; it’s boring
the needle won’t move for doomsday now
we’re shedding crises like a snake’s skin
disaster’s old hat; disavowed

there is no
interest
we’ve lost our
interest

these stories feel too real
films offer no escape
these books seem like good fun
until you get a taste

fingers crossed for a windowed cell
who's guilty? I indict myself

finally the white people are talking
things will improve any minute now
disappointment index rose ten thousand
too depressed to get up off the couch
Track Name: Larry Cohen Afterworld
we waited for the ice to melt
It reveals the garbage on the street
some opted to wait for the rain
or a different or worse disease

the center is so hard to reach
it comes apart in layers
judged by the company we keep
it makes you feel like a creep
when you can't keep a secret
words bleeding out, we're losing sleep

we waited for the fires to burn
can't put it out with kerosene
some wished for the ice to return
i wished to wake up from this dream

we waited for the fire trucks
quietly watched the others work
still unpardoned, disregarded
who will forget about it first?
Track Name: Involuntary Telekinesis
i carefully
closed the door behind me
and they moved through the air
fall to the floor violently

it’s almost like
they all have eyes
and have been waiting
all this time

every new room (crash)
that i walk into (crash)

it’s almost like
they all have eyes
and have been waiting
all this time

inanimate
yet sentient
until my presence is felt
translated into collapsing shelves

it’s almost like
they all have eyes
and have been waiting
all this time

every new room (crash)
that i walk into (crash)

I used to think it was the wind
I used to think it was ghosts
I used to think it might be drugs
yeah maybe I got dosed
maybe my steps aren’t light enough
nervous energy directed by my mind
it’s almost like
they all have eyes
and have been waiting
all this time
Track Name: Senators Vs. Roughriders
So little distilled
From so little input
Scarcely a dozen words
Exchanged either way
Gimme gimme dirty looks
And stick around for live action replay

This game of telephone
Is becoming cannon
Synonyms, homophones
Suffer bomb damage

You seem to think you know me
I’m certain i don’t know you

Drunk on indignation
Hooked on performatives
I wanna apologize for the shit I really did
But you’ve got an answer for all the shit I never said

This game of telephone
Is becoming cannon
Synonyms, homophones
Suffer bomb damage

It wouldn’t make a difference
And even if it did
Lost among my sense of humor
And the body politic
The biggest difference between me and you
I heed the call to pump the brakes
Because I don’t think i got a read on you

You seem to think you know me
I’m certain i don’t know you
Track Name: Crow Faces Backwards
in this diagram
the past is represented
by a pile of cold ash
the longevity of these tools
is quite impressive
we're providing cable tv
and a room in the back

not wearing mediocrity
like an albatross
like a millstone

if history is kind
a short chapter
about transitions
and not a cruel footnote

"transgress and challenge"
a well worn path laid down in eighty-six
i demand more from my vulgarity
Track Name: Stigmata Fist Bump
remunerated
new trauma harvest
your best intentions
choking on dust
exsanguinated
more bloodless conflict
footprints lead from museums
to graveyards of trust

no detail dreams snuffed out
zoom in tight well-earned doubt

stuffed in a black garbage bag
thrown down a flight of stairs
our screams bounce across concrete
making sure the coast is clear
putting names to boxes
and all of your unfinished projects
left on the sidewalk
left on the sidewalk

inevitably
we will leave traces
goddamned exhausting
to clean them up
accumulated
over a decade
some money we all paid
to men with trucks

stuffed in a black garbage bag
thrown down a flight of stairs
our screams bounce across concrete
making sure the coast is clear
putting names to boxes
and all of your unfinished projects
left on the sidewalk
left on the sidewalk

black mold, lead paint
black mold, lead paint

sure there were good times
but not every memory is good
but sure there were good times

where nostalgia drops off
and denial starts creeping in
once again i'm opening old wounds
to finally make amends
life is contradictions
this shit never ends
reinforce every boundary
before i welcome you in
Track Name: Do You Want Shoegaze Or Do You Want The Truth?
X marks the spot where i
punched your stupid face in
man, that’s embarrassing
to say out loud
because normally I
abhor all violence
sometimes the trash needs to be
taken out

i didn’t want to see you
in an ambulance
just wanted you
to take the hint
when my forearm
crushed your larynx
I did not receive
pleasure from it

spray away the landmarks
from your intervention
passengers on guided tours
of your transgressions
the sound of your smug voice
turns me into what I hate:
a thick-necked cartoon; still number two
to how your presence grates

i didn’t want to see you
in an ambulance
just wanted you
to take the hint
when my forearm
crushed your larynx
I did not receive
pleasure from it

sometimes the trash needs to be taken out
Track Name: Instrumental
typecast as broken bottles;
clenched fists, holes kicked in walls
they're not the first to miss the point
misreadings just aren't rare at all

the sponge has been wrung out
we live inside max headroom's glitch
go through the motions of self-doubt
unearned experience

teenager 1 2 3 times over
too tough to die
too dumb to quit

i wanna see raw data
the percentage that choked
more failure thinly veiled
with self-deprecating jokes
couldn't stick the landing
caught between two realms
there's a feeling that you can't tap into
all attempts damage your health

the sponge has been wrung out
we live inside max headroom's glitch
go through the motions of self-doubt
unearned experience
the sponge has been wrung out
we live inside a record skip
weigh what i have to offer
against everything i have left

teenager 1 2 3 times over
too tough to die
too dumb to quit
Track Name: White Debbie
Revel and rejoice
now that you’ve won

Revel and rejoice
now that i’ve gone

backed into a corner
they said you can’t take a punch
it’s clear to me you’re fighting back

painted into a corner
they want you to lie back and take it
and feign surprise at your attack

Revel and rejoice
now that you’ve won

Revel and rejoice
now that i’ve gone

“you can’t handle criticism”
the tape loop repeats
slowly degrading into hiss

self-advocacy is frowned upon
their lack of self-crit
The tells of recidivists

Revel and rejoice
now that you’ve won

Revel and rejoice
now that i’ve gone

“you can’t handle criticism”
the tape loop repeats
slowly degrading into hiss

self-advocacy
is frowned upon
their lack of self-crit
The tells of recidivists

painted into a corner
they want you to lie back and bleed
disappointing, but we ain't new to this

revel and rejoice
Track Name: Autumn Sons
turn the wheel in the ceiling
and let a little daylight in
once i'm finished with my reading
clear the inbox; marked as read

we don't get many channels here
adjust the rabbit ears

david dear, enjoy the party
tell Michael I say hello
blanket their neighborhood with pamphlets
Roll camera on new tableau

we don't get many channels here
adjust the rabbit ears

some of our friends
probably think that i am dead
what's the difference?
there is no fucking difference
Track Name: F.U.D.S.
The cruelest joke
Is on all of us
The punchlines land the hardest
on those with more to lose
Patience worn threadbare
Explaining the same thing
Over and over and over
Without losing my cool

I will confess to nothing
Nothing you’ve got will stick to me

The cruelest joke
Is on all of us
There’s no soul exempt
Not even you
So when the punchline lands
For the hundredth time
Stay advised it leaves more
than just a bruise

I will confess to nothing
Nothing you’ve got will stick to me

(Like fuck we didn’t warn you)
(it’s coming sooner than you think)

My sweet summer child
What hath you wrought?
The bodies are in your backyard
But you can’t smell the rot
The rats are coming
The werewolves are here
I won’t hear the end of this
For several more fucking years

If you were half as smart
As you think you are
You’d learn to keep your fucking mouth shut.


Fuck you, die slow.

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