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No Reality: Daddy Longnose 7"
No Reality rides again on their third release, âDaddy Longnose.â Featuring members of Smirk, Acrylics, Toner, Spiritual Cramp, Rut, The GOP, Abi Yo-yos, and countless Bay Area hardcore outfits, this new 7â channels SSD, G.I.S.M., and Outburst, to produce an unhinged mix of nihilism, hedonism, and contempt for modern society. Their second release on Industry Standards is a no frills 7â with a lore-defining insert on black vinyl, lim. to 250.
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What your parents, your pastors, your clergymen told you is true. God exists. In a very real way. NO REALITY also exists, but in opposition to Godâs grace, mercy, and love. Moreover, God exists in a world that NO REALITY exists in, like the dried up cum in the tube sock of the universe, once clean and presentable, now wasted on the dirty floor of the cosmos. Godâs infinite creation denied. The musical equivalent of an aborted fetus, murdered because of vain indifference and wanton lust.
There are no lessons learned that âBuying Drugsâ canât teach. Riffs that donât seem to flow as much as edge towards cocaine fuelled intangibility. Hard as nails, like the shamrock stamp on a brick of Aryan Brotherhood coke. Put your body on the line for the fix, whether it's riffs or a limp dick shoved into the dry orifice of your creator. What meaning is there if you canât fuck God?
Brevity isn't the preference, itâs the rule. Tracks that come and go, balancing the fuckery of every opinion shoved down our throats. âCouch Protestorâ: Native land this, lets go brandon that. Does any of it matter? Your opinions are garbage and likely, the vinyl manufactured for this record is doing its part to destroy our planet, because weâre here for a good time, not a long time.
Buy this record. Or donât. In his infinite wisdom, we were given the choice to do bad things, and NO REALITY confirms that it's better to spit in the face of a loving God than care about your feelings. Kill your teachers. Stab your parents. Deny your maker.
-Max Wickham, June 2023
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What your parents, your pastors, your clergymen told you is true. God exists. In a very real way. NO REALITY also exists, but in opposition to Godâs grace, mercy, and love. Moreover, God exists in a world that NO REALITY exists in, like the dried up cum in the tube sock of the universe, once clean and presentable, now wasted on the dirty floor of the cosmos. Godâs infinite creation denied. The musical equivalent of an aborted fetus, murdered because of vain indifference and wanton lust.
There are no lessons learned that âBuying Drugsâ canât teach. Riffs that donât seem to flow as much as edge towards cocaine fuelled intangibility. Hard as nails, like the shamrock stamp on a brick of Aryan Brotherhood coke. Put your body on the line for the fix, whether it's riffs or a limp dick shoved into the dry orifice of your creator. What meaning is there if you canât fuck God?
Brevity isn't the preference, itâs the rule. Tracks that come and go, balancing the fuckery of every opinion shoved down our throats. âCouch Protestorâ: Native land this, lets go brandon that. Does any of it matter? Your opinions are garbage and likely, the vinyl manufactured for this record is doing its part to destroy our planet, because weâre here for a good time, not a long time.
Buy this record. Or donât. In his infinite wisdom, we were given the choice to do bad things, and NO REALITY confirms that it's better to spit in the face of a loving God than care about your feelings. Kill your teachers. Stab your parents. Deny your maker.
-Max Wickham, June 2023
No Reality rides again on their third release, âDaddy Longnose.â Featuring members of Smirk, Acrylics, Toner, Spiritual Cramp, Rut, The GOP, Abi Yo-yos, and countless Bay Area hardcore outfits, this new 7â channels SSD, G.I.S.M., and Outburst, to produce an unhinged mix of nihilism, hedonism, and contempt for modern society. Their second release on Industry Standards is a no frills 7â with a lore-defining insert on black vinyl, lim. to 250.
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What your parents, your pastors, your clergymen told you is true. God exists. In a very real way. NO REALITY also exists, but in opposition to Godâs grace, mercy, and love. Moreover, God exists in a world that NO REALITY exists in, like the dried up cum in the tube sock of the universe, once clean and presentable, now wasted on the dirty floor of the cosmos. Godâs infinite creation denied. The musical equivalent of an aborted fetus, murdered because of vain indifference and wanton lust.
There are no lessons learned that âBuying Drugsâ canât teach. Riffs that donât seem to flow as much as edge towards cocaine fuelled intangibility. Hard as nails, like the shamrock stamp on a brick of Aryan Brotherhood coke. Put your body on the line for the fix, whether it's riffs or a limp dick shoved into the dry orifice of your creator. What meaning is there if you canât fuck God?
Brevity isn't the preference, itâs the rule. Tracks that come and go, balancing the fuckery of every opinion shoved down our throats. âCouch Protestorâ: Native land this, lets go brandon that. Does any of it matter? Your opinions are garbage and likely, the vinyl manufactured for this record is doing its part to destroy our planet, because weâre here for a good time, not a long time.
Buy this record. Or donât. In his infinite wisdom, we were given the choice to do bad things, and NO REALITY confirms that it's better to spit in the face of a loving God than care about your feelings. Kill your teachers. Stab your parents. Deny your maker.
-Max Wickham, June 2023
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What your parents, your pastors, your clergymen told you is true. God exists. In a very real way. NO REALITY also exists, but in opposition to Godâs grace, mercy, and love. Moreover, God exists in a world that NO REALITY exists in, like the dried up cum in the tube sock of the universe, once clean and presentable, now wasted on the dirty floor of the cosmos. Godâs infinite creation denied. The musical equivalent of an aborted fetus, murdered because of vain indifference and wanton lust.
There are no lessons learned that âBuying Drugsâ canât teach. Riffs that donât seem to flow as much as edge towards cocaine fuelled intangibility. Hard as nails, like the shamrock stamp on a brick of Aryan Brotherhood coke. Put your body on the line for the fix, whether it's riffs or a limp dick shoved into the dry orifice of your creator. What meaning is there if you canât fuck God?
Brevity isn't the preference, itâs the rule. Tracks that come and go, balancing the fuckery of every opinion shoved down our throats. âCouch Protestorâ: Native land this, lets go brandon that. Does any of it matter? Your opinions are garbage and likely, the vinyl manufactured for this record is doing its part to destroy our planet, because weâre here for a good time, not a long time.
Buy this record. Or donât. In his infinite wisdom, we were given the choice to do bad things, and NO REALITY confirms that it's better to spit in the face of a loving God than care about your feelings. Kill your teachers. Stab your parents. Deny your maker.
-Max Wickham, June 2023
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No Reality rides again on their third release, âDaddy Longnose.â Featuring members of Smirk, Acrylics, Toner, Spiritual Cramp, Rut, The GOP, Abi Yo-yos, and countless Bay Area hardcore outfits, this new 7â channels SSD, G.I.S.M., and Outburst, to produce an unhinged mix of nihilism, hedonism, and contempt for modern society. Their second release on Industry Standards is a no frills 7â with a lore-defining insert on black vinyl, lim. to 250.
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What your parents, your pastors, your clergymen told you is true. God exists. In a very real way. NO REALITY also exists, but in opposition to Godâs grace, mercy, and love. Moreover, God exists in a world that NO REALITY exists in, like the dried up cum in the tube sock of the universe, once clean and presentable, now wasted on the dirty floor of the cosmos. Godâs infinite creation denied. The musical equivalent of an aborted fetus, murdered because of vain indifference and wanton lust.
There are no lessons learned that âBuying Drugsâ canât teach. Riffs that donât seem to flow as much as edge towards cocaine fuelled intangibility. Hard as nails, like the shamrock stamp on a brick of Aryan Brotherhood coke. Put your body on the line for the fix, whether it's riffs or a limp dick shoved into the dry orifice of your creator. What meaning is there if you canât fuck God?
Brevity isn't the preference, itâs the rule. Tracks that come and go, balancing the fuckery of every opinion shoved down our throats. âCouch Protestorâ: Native land this, lets go brandon that. Does any of it matter? Your opinions are garbage and likely, the vinyl manufactured for this record is doing its part to destroy our planet, because weâre here for a good time, not a long time.
Buy this record. Or donât. In his infinite wisdom, we were given the choice to do bad things, and NO REALITY confirms that it's better to spit in the face of a loving God than care about your feelings. Kill your teachers. Stab your parents. Deny your maker.
-Max Wickham, June 2023
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What your parents, your pastors, your clergymen told you is true. God exists. In a very real way. NO REALITY also exists, but in opposition to Godâs grace, mercy, and love. Moreover, God exists in a world that NO REALITY exists in, like the dried up cum in the tube sock of the universe, once clean and presentable, now wasted on the dirty floor of the cosmos. Godâs infinite creation denied. The musical equivalent of an aborted fetus, murdered because of vain indifference and wanton lust.
There are no lessons learned that âBuying Drugsâ canât teach. Riffs that donât seem to flow as much as edge towards cocaine fuelled intangibility. Hard as nails, like the shamrock stamp on a brick of Aryan Brotherhood coke. Put your body on the line for the fix, whether it's riffs or a limp dick shoved into the dry orifice of your creator. What meaning is there if you canât fuck God?
Brevity isn't the preference, itâs the rule. Tracks that come and go, balancing the fuckery of every opinion shoved down our throats. âCouch Protestorâ: Native land this, lets go brandon that. Does any of it matter? Your opinions are garbage and likely, the vinyl manufactured for this record is doing its part to destroy our planet, because weâre here for a good time, not a long time.
Buy this record. Or donât. In his infinite wisdom, we were given the choice to do bad things, and NO REALITY confirms that it's better to spit in the face of a loving God than care about your feelings. Kill your teachers. Stab your parents. Deny your maker.
-Max Wickham, June 2023
