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¡Distortionista!

by Joan of Arkansas

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1.
You'll get a fist to the jaw if you don't play it cool You're a teenage slut and I'm a Catholic school I've seen what you can do, so don't believe the hype I can B negative, because that's my blood type I'm tiger and you're prey I'll never go away Look in the mirror and say I guess I am your own worst critic Don't want to live in your head because I hate it here Although you keep my fed with cigarettes and beer Split personality, at least I pull my weight A hatchet to our skull, maybe we'll bifurcate I'm tiger and you're prey I'll never go away Look in the mirror and say I guess I am your own worst critic Where would you be? Without me? Where would you be? Without me? Where would you be? Without me?
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Erase Me 02:06
I never learned To love something ironically Had to wait my turn To get the teeth knocked out of me My black hole heart I can't escape its gravity I think I'll be this way Forever Like 70's ashtrays And sweaters And names carved maladroitly in a tree I want to erase me What broke my stride Was tripping at the starting gun When you were mine A strike-out was a hole-in-one Oh no, my metaphors! I've twisted up my brain and tongue! I think I'll be this way Forever Like 70's ashtrays And sweaters And names carved maladroitly in a tree I want to erase me I never let it go You never let it go We never let it go I think I'll be this way Forever Like 70's ashtrays And sweaters And names carved maladroitly in a tree I want to erase me
3.
The first step to success Is find the fountain of youth And drown in it fast Before they get the proof And Pitchfork degrades your 10 In hindsight, 4.2 They say money can't buy you love But love can't buy you anything Check the lump of coal It was the diamond in your wedding ring Life is a 2D scroller Next level you're 10 years older With no health and boss attacks The game won't go back When I was 17 I dreamt that Sub Pop would rescue me Together we would sing Away my desert mediocrity Elliott Smith's ghost Can't afford the rent on the West Coast Elliott Smith's ghost Can't afford the rent on the West Coast And nostalgia gets fat Just like it always will It's moving in for the kill It ain't gemstones that sparkle On Cigarette Butt Beach No, it's syringes and glass And love out of reach And Pitchfork declares that your favorite Artist is obsolete It gets dark before it gets pitch black But black ain't sold since Metallica And Hetfield is still on the fourth step That's the only reason he's calling ya Life is a 2D scroller Next level you're 30 years older With one quarter left in your stack The game won't go back When I was 25 The last angry punk rock dude died We held our speakers high And wondered who got the T-shirt rights Elliott Smith's ghost Can't afford the rent on the West Coast Elliott Smith's ghost Can't afford the rent on the West Coast And nostalgia gets fat Just like it always will Because you're buying it still
4.
Say Anything 03:28
I'm a pigeon on a leash now baby I'm a broken light bulb head A swarm of bees and bad memories You're an art school drop-out kid Just let go Don't hold on Everything's already Come and gone Anything you Say OK Alright Whatever you Want OK Alright No death or glory here after all Don't be stupid kid, get it through your skull Love is strychnine in your morning coffee Love's a submarine screen door Love is breaking every bone in your body after falling from the 13th floor Just let go Don't hold on Everything's already Come and gone Anything you Say OK Alright Whatever you Want OK Alright No death or glory here after all Don't be stupid kid, get it through your skull Anything you say OK OK OK
5.
Snakes and ladders Been bitten from the start See your self-image shatter Now everything is dark Punching your demons Only sucks when they punch back Riding the big wave Of anxiety attacks Ashes to ashes and dust to dust I'll drink enough poison for the both of us Watch this house of cards as it starts to fall Nation in a coma, was it all along? I feel just like I'm living in a Springsteen song We don't want the world; we just want it all Death of an actor I heard it on the radio The contributing factors Were all things I've heard before Punching your demons Only sucks when they punch back Riding the big wave Of anxiety attacks Ashes to ashes and dust to dust I'll drink enough poison for the both of us Watch this house of cards as it starts to fall Nation in a coma, was it all along? I feel just like I'm living in a Springsteen song We don't want the world; we just want it all
6.
Born with these horns My crown of thorns Came up with comebacks too slow Forever freshman year Blood-dripping ear Feel just like Vincent Van Gogh All eyes, all eyes, all eyes On me They see, they see, they see The freak Do I wear the mask or is it Wearing me? I was a teenage teenager Drive-in double creature feature Of the week Falling in love I always do it Awkwardly In these shadows With my secondhand clothes I'll take the bus home tonight Your number's on my wall I'll never text or call But what I wouldn't give for a bite All eyes, all eyes, all eyes On me They see, they see, they see The freak Do I wear the mask or is it Wearing me? I was a teenage teenager Drive-in double creature feature Of the week Falling in love I always do it Awkwardly

about

This is ¡Distortionista!

This is us worshiping at the altar of the Church of the Blown Speaker.

This EP is meant to leave you drenched in sweat by the middle of the first song, like we are at every show. This is what happens when a 50-dollar fuzz pedal gets dialed to basically melting.

This is record collector pop with blood on the pickups and a fort we built from broken drum sticks. There is a reason we have a streak going of five straight shows with at least one broken string. We aren't trying to do that. I mean, we are trying, but not to do that. We just want to be one of the bands that your cool cousin puts on a mixtape. We want to blow the dust off. We want to bleed out the stress and boredom of modern adult life with four chords tuned to exhaustion. These songs are about gentrification, nostalgia, urban ennui, self-effacing humor, and Elliott Smith's ghost, like everything is, really. We want to make an EP that's missing teeth, but hey, the smile is in the eyes anyway.

We hope you like it. Really. We really do. If you don't, that's OK. Your cool cousin probably does.

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released July 15, 2022

Recorded by Jalipaz Nelson at Audioconfusion - audioconfusion.bandcamp.com

Drums - E.P. Bradley
Vocals - Kayla Long
Guitar - Zach Bird
Bass, Vocals - Joshua Lynch

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Joan of Arkansas Phoenix, Arizona

Five piece sludge pop band from Phoenix, Arizona formed through Tinder and Craigslist. Joan of Arkansas is weird, loud, distorted, and lyrically driven. Bright pop dual vocals peeking through distorted sludgy guitar and bass, then topped off with manic drumming. Is it pop? Is it punk? Is it noise? That's for you to decide! ... more

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