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Famous Monsters

by The Psyatics

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dominicwilliams86 The Psyatics have done something quite remarkable here with this, their latest offering, 'Famous Monsters'. They've managed to merge the frantic urgency of 1960s Rock with early 1980s New Wave and give it a fresh spin. Rob Bell's vocals shine best particularly on the eponymous opening track, 'The Last Time I Saw Julia' and 'You Killed Me First' I really enjoyed listening to this album, so much variety for a music listener. Favorite track: The Last Time I Saw Julia.
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1.
Famous Monsters Uncle John just loved to dance with fate His Pogo and the foxtrot unsurpassed Alcohol to loosen up his dates Picks ‘em young to please that pederast He’s come to take his children home, and he… Paints his face until the crawlspace fills its vacancy Famous monster’s what he’s born to be Charlie was a petty thief by trade The free love movement, soon to be deceased Through drugs and sex, he managed to persuade Kids to kill the sixties dreams of peace He don’t know how to surf apparently Helter skelter, summer swelter, Spahn Ranch refugee Famous monster’s what he’s born to be Edward wasn’t one for waste, used all the skin and bones Theodore’s the lady killer, which I don’t condone The Zodiac was never found David’s dog bossed him around Henry Lee killed 350 before they tracked him down- yeah… Albert didn’t like the taste of fish But smells from baking kids, second to none I know Mrs. Budd most likely got her wish When he fried for doin’ what he done Slipped needles in his groinal cavity He did not waste a taste of Grace, enjoyed her with his tea Famous monster’s what he’s born to be R Bell 6-13-2015
2.
The Last Time I Saw Julia Last time I saw that Julia she was putting on her face In the restroom of the corner Texaco Just that night we had a fight and that’s when I gave chase Well, I didn’t want to see that bad girl go I know lately that her and me, we ain’t seeing eye to eye Relationship has been more off than on Aware there’s been another man. Sure, I ain’t gonna lie But I have no idea where she’s gone Appreciate if you’d update, her whereabouts My doubts would be relieved She’s gone, message received And then you find corpses entwined, my hair clenched in her fist Which explains just why I’m here today Now I know why I can’t go. I’m on a suspect list So by all means, interrogate away If you try my alibi, I assure your questions satisfied Still can’t believe that she died Provided roof, food and bed, gave in to her demands It’s just like her to frame me for her crimes Their plan’s flawless, it’s obvious. They tied each others hands Then stabbed themselves over a dozen times Through rough seas, she clung to me, spending my dough Although I wasn’t rich I never did believe that bitch R Bell 4-22-2015
3.
Lay Low 02:33
Lay Low Until this thing dies down I’ll hang on to all the dough Quietly slip out of town And lay low, lay low What part of no one dies Did you think was apropos? Now the plan’s been compromised Lay low, lay low Thought I could trust your judgment, clearly I misread For this heat I should put a bullet in your head Here’s what you’re gonna do I got some friends in Mexico Remove yourself from this SNAFU And lay low, lay low I hired you purely based on your expertise And now the best outcome for both of us is you deceased We’ll not get out alive A special place for us below But you’ll be going before I Laid low, laid low. R. Bell4/17/15
4.
Shake Them Bones I’ts gonna be a long night, pick it up and get outta bed Pour yourself a cup of coffee, clear the cobwebs out of your head The commotion from the motion will be loud enough to wake the dead We’re gonna shake them bones, shake them bones, shake them bones Well, if you wanna be a wallflower, you’re on your own Throw out a bunch of lines, man, and one of them is bound to stick But you better make it soon, because the early worm catches the chick (or something like that) Well, there’s plenty of the honeys for the king bee to take his pick We’re gonna flex them joints, flex them joints, flex them joints Rockin’ that chakra through the pressure points Over forty years, never learned my lesson Gives me ammunition to unload at confession Let loose a little man, give it up, soon you’ll get the knack Keep it positive, confidence covers up what you lack Ladies see a man’s moves as indication of his skills in the sack So move them feet, move them feet, move them feet No time to feel dumb man, succumb to the beat Over forty years, never learned my lesson Gives me ammunition to unload at confession Gonna shake them bones, shake them bones, shake them bones Well, if you wanna be a wallflower, you’re on your own shake them bones, shake them bones You say you don’t dance, well that’s why you’re alone R. Bell 12/19/05
5.
You Killed Me First Through our time, I passed the hours with you on my mind Like a vessel in my brain about to burst I attacked, but you killed me first In our day, we shared our feelings in that special way Now history claims you’re the best and I’m the worst I provoked, but you killed me first Our love goes STAB STAB STAB and then we bleed out Double entendre, it’s cliché, but girl I need out Memories. In times of trouble, you would come to me To bring you back home now, you need to be coerced I’m bitter, but you killed me first Our love goes KICK KICK KICK and then we collapse The throes of final blows before the relapse SOLO Over years, we shared the laughter and we shared the tears Now all those tears are starting to build up a thirst I was wrong, but you killed me first Our love is BLOWS BLOWS BLOWS and then we make fuck To succumb, ad nauseum, would be just my luck In this life, I see scenarios where you become my wife And when I pass away, it’s you who drives my hearse I took the plunge, but you killed me first You killed me first, you killed me first YOU KILLED ME FIRST YOU KILLED ME R Bell 4-23-2015
6.
Burnt Offerings Lover- waited for you with baited breath Dahlin’- you’re bound to me ‘til death Sugar- and to keep from running free I look forward to the day that you stay voluntarily Until then… Honey-I will be your slave Sweetness- If you learn to behave Baby doll- We’ll be the best of friends Have some fun, then your loved ones get to see you again You were born to be my missus I’m destined to be your man Whispered words, tender kisses If I can’t have you, no one can You’re screaming me to deaf I don’t know why this caged bird sings I cook, though I’m no chef Appease you with burnt offerings… My… Angel- Can’t you appreciate Dearest- The details of your fate Bunny- Will you please hold still Stop whining, you’ll be dining as my guest or on the grill CHORUS Until then… Honey- I will be your slave Sweetness- If you learn to behave Baby doll- We’ll be the best of friends Have some fun, then your loved ones get to see you again R. Bell 4/27/2015
7.
Pet Names 03:18
Pet Names R- Seems you’re the boss, and I the employee I know I’m wrong, thanks for reminding me Can’t get along, but you don’t have to be…. Such a C-U-N-T BREAK D- Such vitriol, and then you walk away You’re role in this, you tend to underplay Say you’re faithful, then I watch you stray… You P-R-I-C-K DUET- You give good blame, When you call me By my pet name R- Scourge on society R- Once there was trust, from you my bonhomie Now I can’t leave, without the third degree Watch every move, fueling this fantasy T-W-A-T D- Apologize, then bring me a bouquet Romance flowered, than began to decay You say lie down, and call that foreplay Such a D-I-C-K DUET- You give good shame, and don’t call me By your pet names D- Shit heel of chivalry D- Feel like a fool, for being so misled R- Want you to hurt, and you would like me dead But time apart, the thought fills me with dread D- Are you coming to bed? R. Bell 9/24/2015
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The Cost of Love In Today’s Market Beauty is a fleeting thing, impermanence to accent cruel fate A catalyst to summer fling, and I’m the prey inclined to take the bait Though any hunter knows, the trophy’s all about the wait Youth is an illusion to conclusions that we’re never gonna age Add to this confusion, the delusion it’s not all about your wage Communication breakdown, between the dream and the printed page The cost of love….is putting me in debt I can’t afford to be adored in today’s market Women seem to come and leave, conceive to keep ‘em coming’s my advice The market rate for love today convinces cads to stray, their only vice It’s all attainable, but it demands a hefty price I know my unchecked lust causes disgust within But I hear heavens ‘tween your thighs Disguised as sin Open your pearly gates, let me in The cost of love….causes me to fret I can’t afford to be adored in today’s market Youth is an illusion to conclusions that we’re never gonna age Add to this confusion, the delusion it’s not all about your wage Communication breakdown, between the dream and the printed page The cost of love….leaves me in cold sweat I can’t afford to be adored in today’s market R Bell 6-11-13
10.
I Am Slack 03:01
I Am Slack There’s no one here to read your literature To hear your world-woes cure…..or meet your god No time to purge the sins I’ve collected I’ll take my chance instead…..while above sod Your pink propaganda’s fallen on deaf ears I’ve stepped in the bulldada coming straight out of Bob’s rear You live like you anticipate his wrath Hide until judgement day….but I’ve got a plan Bob’s arranged to restore us to grandeur Homo excelsior…the ober-man Your pink propaganda’s fallen on deaf ears I’ve stepped in the bulldada coming straight out of Bob’s rear I am slack, I am slack Descendant of the Yeti, both my mind and wallet ready I am slack, I am slack I await the date when sex…goddesses from X are coming back There’s no one here that wants to join your prayer No reason to be scared….until you die In my view, the newsman’s foolish pride Keeps us preoccupied….just watch the skies Your pink propaganda’s fallen on deaf ears I’ve stepped in the bulldada coming straight out of Bob’s rear I am slack, I am slack Divine contradictions, oxymorons fixing fiction I am slack, I am slack I await the date when sex…goddesses from X are coming back I am slack, I am slack II am slack, I am slack Descendant of the Yeti, both my mind and wallet ready I am slack, I am slack I await the date when sex…goddesses from X are coming back R. Bell 11/15
11.
Voices in My Head They say that you’re no good for me, they want you far away I wish I could just eat you up, and keep you close all day When I don’t know where you are, my nerves begin to fray They tell me you’re not like my ma, that you have no value If you weren’t part of my life, I don’t know what I’d do But you better call me back, you know what’s good for you Allow myself to love you In my mind now, you’re already dead So this will be the last time I listen to voices in my head They say it’s all for the best, unhealthy just to dwell Besides, you’re here with me now, and I’m here for you as well I know our time is short though. Soon you will start to smell For now I’ll just hold you tight And share some private moments in our bed I know our time is finite According to the voices in my head I put up with your freezing limbs The drawback I suppose Enjoy you for a fortnight, reassure you it’s alright Or give you back your clothes And watch you decompose R Bell 12/16/15
12.
Missing Piece I have a hole inside, where desires and needs collide Obsession with cash applied, Ownership a source of pride I fill that hole with stuff (2*) I have a missing piece, unfulfilled by the Diocese Purchasing will never cease, until my day of sweet release That piece replaced with stuff (2*) I work to spend, spend to possess….my little piece of happiness I have a disorder, a common case, the textbook hoarder Sanity right on the border, Cannot deny it, I concur Disorder fed with stuff (2*) I work to spend, spend to possess….my little piece of happiness I’ve been shorted a part, which I try to fulfill with art Don’t want to upset the cart, But I admit with heavy heart That part is now my stuff (2*) I am my things (4*) I… AM… MY… THINGS (4*) My stuff owns me R Bell 3-29-2015
13.
Secret 03:16
Secret I have a secret buried deep beneath my skin I feed it on the daily lies I use to hold it in I have a secret, and I cherish it in spite Of the guilt that’s banging on my door, it keeps me up at night I have a secret, so some piece of mind I bought It seems I didn’t have enough, it’s bigger than I thought I have a secret, and you’d be quite surprised To find out was lurking there, behind these hazil eyes It’s funny how one small event could lead to my eventual descent Wishing I could take it all back, Seeming calm on the surface, but I feel I’ll crack I have a secret and its knowledge you can bet Is the reason every waking hour’s filled with regret I have a secret that I wish I didn’t know But it will always be my burden, I can never let it go I have a secret and it’s gnawing at my bones It’s slowly eating me alive, it won’t leave me alone I have a secret, leaves a bad taste in my mouth And when I die I have no doubt, I’m surely going south It’s funny how one discretion could make such a lasting impression Adrenaline rush like a drug, Now it’s buried in the closet, swept under the rug I have a secret buried deep beneath my skin I feed it on the daily lies I use to hold it in I have a secret and I guess I’ll never learn This insures my place in hell, but what a lovely way to burn R. Bell
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released August 19, 2016

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The Psyatics Las Vegas, Nevada

“Rock and roll as noise pollution. Glorious, glorious noise pollution!”- Jason Bracelin
LV Review Journal

Post-punk, surf, jazz and garage from Las Vegas, NV

Rob Bell- Vox/Bass
Jack Ball- Gtr
Rick Coffee- Gtr
Ron Hudy- Drums
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