Look out cuz I’m coming. I’m an omnivore.
Don’t try and put my skin on your living room floor
Cuz I’ll transform back and I won’t be comfy
Hairless, hopeless, and quite right grumpy
I’m a werebear, werebear,/shot a gypsy lady on a dare.
It’s a curse because/I go from toes to claws
And fur back to hair
Don’t change a night/forget a full moon.
Instead it happens/when I hear this tune.
It goes John Jacob Jingleheimer Schmidt
And my nose starts to snout and my clothes do the splits.
I’m a werebear, werebear,/shot a gypsy lady on a dare.
It’s a curse because/I go from toes to claws
And fur back to hair
Don’t hate or berate/Just cuz I sometimes hibernate
Don’t shout or call me out/I can fit your head inside my mouth
Werebear, werebear,/shot a gypsy lady on a dare.
It’s a curse because/I go from toes to claws
And fur back to hair
The production is full, featuring dramatic film score snippets and reverbed everything. Both playful and fierce, Sins of a Father is a powerful effort. The Crypts!
Circle Pit's incendiary mix of glam, boogie, hair metal, and pure hard rock gets a special release years after its initial recording. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 12, 2020
On their first new record in six years, the Virginia garage punkers take on the end of the world with the requisite clang and clamor. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 9, 2024