Sanity Testing
by Ekranoplans
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Record/Vinyl + Digital AlbumFirst pressing of Ekranoplans' debut LP. Three new long tunes and four tracks from the 2017's Proof of Concept CD in a deluxe gatefold sleeve on recycled stock with lyric insert and free download.
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Sheffield Grinder
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Things
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Occupied
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We Told Ya
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You Think This is Bad?
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Evil Shit
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about
Side 1 (tracks 1-4) recorded January 2017 by Stef at Reservoir Neighbourhood House. Mixed by Ekranoplans.
(Previously released May 2017 on "Proof of Concept" CD)
Side 2 (tracks 5-7) recorded October 2018 by Stef at Soundpark Rehearsal Studios, Northcote. Mixed by Sönke.
(Previously unreleased)
Mastered by Simon Grounds and Paul Fox.
Photography and design by Simon Strong. Cover image from Techno Youth magazine, August 1975.
Thanks to Sophia, Dee and Willsy.
(Previously released May 2017 on "Proof of Concept" CD)
Side 2 (tracks 5-7) recorded October 2018 by Stef at Soundpark Rehearsal Studios, Northcote. Mixed by Sönke.
(Previously unreleased)
Mastered by Simon Grounds and Paul Fox.
Photography and design by Simon Strong. Cover image from Techno Youth magazine, August 1975.
Thanks to Sophia, Dee and Willsy.
credits
released May 31, 2019
Sönke Rickertsen (Flight engineer): drums, knives, saw, cello, Juno-6, organ, percussion, b/vox
Aaron Goldberg (First officer): guitars, pedals, b/vox
Stefan Schutt (Navigator): bass guitar, b/vox
Simon Strong (Wireless operator): voices, typewriter
All songs by Goldberg, Rickertsen, Schutt, Strong except Sheffield Grinder and Strange Things Happening in the Land which are traditional lyrics with new arrangements by Goldberg, Rickertsen, Schutt, Strong.
Sönke Rickertsen (Flight engineer): drums, knives, saw, cello, Juno-6, organ, percussion, b/vox
Aaron Goldberg (First officer): guitars, pedals, b/vox
Stefan Schutt (Navigator): bass guitar, b/vox
Simon Strong (Wireless operator): voices, typewriter
All songs by Goldberg, Rickertsen, Schutt, Strong except Sheffield Grinder and Strange Things Happening in the Land which are traditional lyrics with new arrangements by Goldberg, Rickertsen, Schutt, Strong.
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Ekranoplans Melbourne, Australia
Ekranoplans is a multinational vocal/instrumental group based in Melbourne, Australia.
L-R: Sönke Rickertsen (d), Aaron Goldberg (g), Stefan Schutt (b), Simon Strong (v)
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- Track Name: Sheffield Grinder
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To be a Sheffield grinder it is no easy trade
There’s more than you’d imagine to the grinding of a blade
The strongest man amongst us is old at thirty-two
There’s few who brave such hardships as we poor grinders do
Every working day, we are breathing dust and steel
And a broken stone can give a man a wound that will not heal
There’s many a poor grinder struck down by such a blow
There’s few who brave such hardships as we poor grinders do
There’s many a poor grinder whose family is large
With all his best endeavours cannot his debts discharge
His children cry for bread, oh how pitiful the view
There’s few who brave such hardships as we poor grinders do
There’s many a poor grinder too soon been snatched away
Without a moment’s warning to meet his judgement day
Before his judge he must attest, his final doom to know
There’s few who brave such hardships as we poor grinders do
So now we must conclude these few and humble lines
Good luck to every grinder who labours in hard times
I wish him better fortune and all his family too
There’s few who brave such hardships as we poor grinders do - Track Name: Things
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Things...
Things...
What kind of things?
All kinds of things
Everywhere
All over the fucking place
You can hardly move
for things getting better
You get up in the morning you go down the street
There’s a better class of dogshit under you feet
That’s one thing you know that’s getting better
Better better better better better
And you see the same shit everywhere you go
Round the house and in your face and in your clothes
Things getting better better better
Yeah I can hardly contain myself now
Oh shit used to be awful in the olden days
Everything was broken
You couldn’t put your shit anywhere
without getting it knocked over by some twat
In the daytime, in the evening,
In your hearing, in your sight
Going over and out of your mind
With things now are getting better
Better better better better better
Things... getting better...
Aaaaaaarrrrrrrrggggghhhhh!
Fuck it.
Fuck the lot of ‘em
Ah shit.
I used to prefer things when they were getting worse.
Ah shit.
I preferred people when they stunk a bit
But now everybody smells fucking fantastic
Things getting better better
Getting better everywhere you go
Gah! Fuck it all! I’ll be glad when I’m dead
If I’m lucky I might have twenty minutes left
I’ll do my best to fuck that up yup
Things yep getting better better better better
Fuck the lot of them.
Why do they bother?
Fuck making new tunes.
Fuck making new shit
Play the same shit
Play the same shit
Play the same shit
Over and over and over again
Quit while you’re a head
Shove your anthems up your arse - Track Name: Occupied
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I’m just a straight-up guy who’s heard too many lies
I seen them petrify into this crumbling edifice
Don’t he just look a sight? I can’t believe my eyes
I’m frankly horrified it should have come to this
Are you educated? Are you educated? Are you educated Yet?
Are you agitated? Are you agitated? Are you agitated yet?
Are you organised? Or otherwise occupied?
I don’t have all the clues I can’t make no sense of it
There’s them as say they do... could you really give a shit?
How do you hope to pull it off when it’s bogan versus toff?
How will you know when to stop when your boss calls out the cops? eh?
Chorus
And when they come for us that doesn’t mean you’re off the hook
You might not fight or fuss. That just makes you twice as fucked
So what’s the use of all your bitching now the cops are in the kitchen?
They’ll be rooting through the knife rack. It’s a bit too late to fight back
You can’t choose your future. You can choose your company
I don’t want your future
I don’t want it choosing me
Chorus - Track Name: We Told Ya
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Aelita, the Queen of Mars
Metropolis, see it’s not so hard
It’s just the shape of Things to Come
We got plenty more where that came from
I was On the Beach When Worlds Collide
I was The Man Who Fell to Earth The Day the Earth Caught Fire
I was Silent Running for Soylent Green
At The End of August at the Hotel Ozone
In Punishment Park there’s No Blade of Grass
I got these dystopias coming out of my arse
I got an Idaho Transfer for A Boy and His Dog
Dark Star! Zardoz! Zardoz! Zardoz!
Sean Connery in a g-string
File that under those can’t unsee things
We Told Ya
We Told Ya
We Told Ya so
Death Race 2000, Logan’s Run
1984, Fahrenheit 451
Escape From New York, Repo Man
Kin Dza-Dza, Letters from A Dead Man
Back to the Future, They Live!
How many fucks can one man give?
We Told Ya
We Told Ya
We Told Ya so - Track Name: You Think This is Bad?
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I’ve had nothing to eat today except for fingernails
Because that’s how I have to live in this fairy tale
The ends of my hands all ragged and bleeding
Coz that’s what they look like after a damn good feeding
You think this is bad? This is nothing
You think this is bad? You should see what’s coming
You think this is bad? Wait there’s more
You think this is bad? You won’t believe what they’ve got in store
And where did Sönke hide the stationery?
I had to write these words on bog roll
I tell you... It’s a fucking miracle
That I could find a working biro
I’ll think back to the words of Kurt Vonnegut
Next time sitting on the toilet
I like peanut butter and vegemite
And a slice a bread if you’re fortunate
Chorus
I spilled my beer all over the bog roll
I can’t read these words no more
That was the last stubby that I had in the fridge
And I can’t be arsed going up the bottle-o
Can’t be arsed going up the bottle-o
Can’t be arsed going up the bottle-o
They could send a drone for you tomorrow
Or maybe just an ice cunt and a shiv
One day you’ll wake up murdered in the car park
(That’s no way to live!)
Chorus - Track Name: Strange Things Happening in the Land
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You read your Holy Bible, Matthew does recall
Pestilence and earthquake and also the rumours of war
You know it’s Jah’s own will, the prophecy fulfill
All those strange things happening in the land
Strange things happening in the land
Strange things happening in the land
Wars going on cause our hearts to moan
There’s strange things happening in the land
Nation against nation rising in the land
Kingdom against kingdom, you’d better understand
No need to be surprised, the end is drawing nigh
There’s strange things happening in the land
Chorus
Daniel wrote about it and John the Revelator too
Jesus substantuated so the prophecy must come true
You know that jah don’t lie. He knows a man must die
There’s strange things happening in the land
Chorus
The Kaiser said to Wilson “Take your vessels off of the sea”
Wilson said to the Kaiser “You let my vessels be”
Now he’s treating us so mean with all those dreadful sumbarines
And those strange things happening in the land - Track Name: Evil Shit
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Get down! Go sideways! Diagonal! Orthogonal!
Right-angled! New-fangled! Star spangled! Cock dangled!
My brains are like Swiss cheese
It’s not the holes that are the problem
It’s all the stuff that’s in between
The stuff that’s yellow and that’s rotten
Ah ah ah Evil Shit. I’ve had enough of it
Ah ah ah Evil Shit. It’s getting on my tits
Coming at you from another direction
Coming at you from another dimension
I think of Corbyn eating beans
Out of the tin like you and me
Does he use a spoon or just his hands?
Or down in one like a real man?
Chorus
All the toffs are mad on Evil Shit
They can’t get enough of it
They’re gonna bring it up your road
Gonna shove it up your nose
Olfactory agents! Sonic agents! Visual agents! Rectal agents!
Even coming for you up your arse
All things must pass!
Same shit for a thousand years (x3)
Coming down fast on the working class
Same shit for a thousand years (x3)
I’ve fucking had it up to here
Same shit for a thousand years (x3)
Baked potato, cheese and beans
Spud Spud Spud-U-Lie
ad nauseum