Sweet Shiny Swan

by SickSickSick

/
  • Streaming + Download

    Includes unlimited streaming via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more.

      €7 EUR  or more

     

  • Record/Vinyl + Digital Album

    Includes unlimited streaming of Sweet Shiny Swan via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more.
    ships out within 2 days

      €15 EUR or more 

     

  • Compact Disc (CD) + Digital Album

    Includes unlimited streaming of Sweet Shiny Swan via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more.
    ships out within 2 days

      €10 EUR or more 

     

1.
2.
3.
4.
5.
6.
7.
04:15
8.
9.
03:34
10.

about

Das erotomane Powertrio SickSickSick hat mit „Sweet ShinySwan“ ein zweites Album in die Rille gechannelt, das einem auf unterhosenbefeuchtende Weise die Synapsenwindungen verätzt. Wenn Front- und Bassdrache Heike Jörss zusammen mit ihren Backdoor-Men Jochen „Gurke“ Goricnik und Philip „Pablo“ Rissettio die Riffs und Grooves schwitzend und malmend explodieren lässt, schießen dem Publikum die heißen Flammen direkt in den Intim-bereich. „Sweet Shiny Swan“ ist soundtechnisch um einiges atmosphärischer und elaborierter als noch die Vorgängerscheibe „Sticky Sauna Sounds“. Diese Erkenntnis wird dem Hörer bereits beim lüsternen Weltraum-Opener „Space Cock Rocket“ erbarmungslos auf die Nuss geschnalzt. Was hier geboten wird, ist eine auditive Freakshow auf extraterrestrischem Niveau, Rotz von der schillerndsten Sorte. Ein illustres Potpourri aus Heavy Rock, einer Prise Punk, vielleicht auch einer Messerspitze Sludge und anderen Mutationen alternativer Musik, für die man erst noch einen Namen finden muss. Schnöde Vergleiche können sich an dieser Stelle in diverse Körperöffnungen geschoben werden. SickSickSick präsentieren sich auf ihrer neuen Platte laut und druckvoll wie eh und je, tobend-wild und zum Niederknien selbstironisch. Vor allem auf musikalischer Ebene sind die Regensburger nochmals um ein paar Evolutions- und Atmosphärenlevel gen Space emporgestiegen. Gepriesen sei ihre stählerne Cock Rocket! Dieses Album ist eine Peniswatsche der schwanenhalsigen Sorte, ein gefiedertes Masterpiece des komödiantischen Irrsinns, ein genrezerfetzender Affenzirkus in vertonter Form! (Shake, the Snake)

credits

released March 17, 2017

All songs written and composed by SickSIckSick:
Philip “Pablo” Rissettio (Drums, Vocals)
Jochen “Gurke” Goricnik (Guitar, Vocals)
Heike Jörss (Bass, Vocals)
Produced and recorded by Jan Nas at Kastell Studio
Mixed by Christoph Sitzmann
Mastered at Oakfield Mastering by Arne Ziemann
Label: Ghost Town Noize
Katalog-Nr.: GTN006

tags

license

all rights reserved

about

SickSickSick Regensburg, Germany

Dirty Rock

contact / help

Contact SickSickSick

Streaming and
Download help

Redeem code

Track Name: Space Cock Rocket
Space Cock Rocket

mission rock get out the hell
rising high in a tinfoil shell
love and cream are our energy
spread our seed deep into the galaxy

Venus wait for the crew to come
we will land on your biggest bum
settle down, breed a better race
and we found, found a better place in space

and we come in a cock, and we come in a cock
here we come in a cock, here we come in a cock

Major Cock get us up to Mars
running hot, you horny star
black hole, we mash you up
iron balls and a long laser rod

comet rock can’t crush our shield
cause our cock is as hard as steel
and we ride the atmosphere
and we rise up into the darkest tier

and we come in a cock, and we come in a cock
here we come in a cock, here we come in a cock

space cock rocket
Track Name: Hardware Store
Hardware store

Queen lives in a palace
Nick holes up in a cave
the King lay down in Graceland
Bobby Ewing on a Ranch
my dream of cosy living
is a hall of steel and stone
where I fullfill my passion
steadily working on my home

I wanna live in a hardware store
singing with the saws a b-minor chord
ain’t a better home for my handcraft soul
DI-mY-home

sleeping on concrete cushions
I cut my nails with saws
my meal is made of sawdust
my pants of fiberglass

I wanna live in a hardware store
dancing though the hall in a rockwool coat
ain’t a better home for my tinker soul
hardware store born

drilling, dragging, screwing, sawing, cutting, clipping, building, bonding, painting, pulling, hammering, handling, nailing, knocking ... living

I wanna live in a hardware store
flying through my home on a cargo rope
ain’t a better ride for my hardcore soul

I wanna live in a hardware store
barbecue my meat on the parquet floor
sleeping in a bed out of plasterboard
wake up in the morning with a hammer blow
paint on the wall “home steel home”
bore into the floor “my home is my store”
do it for myself cause I’m born to bore
hardware store whore
Track Name: Dwarf Pony Power
Dwarf Pony Power

you need wheels for showing off your power
but my hooves are louder than rubber
I ride a pony that is smaller than a scooter
by the way it’s so much cuter

hack on the back of my little quadruped
speeding up like Mikey Dee from Motörhead
mini horse – faster than a Mustang
better looking and non-rusting

you need gas riding down the autobahn
I feed grass to ride my pony up and down
tiny pet - stronger than a Hummer
bet on a horse: it’s nuclear-powerded

giddy-up, my itty-bitty furry one
ride on – like a tricky lick of Angus Young
pygmy pony – harder than a panzer
and for sure: much more handsome

dwarf pony power ... ride on!
dwarf pony power ... magic!
Track Name: Chronical Social Phobia
Chronic social phobia

dear dealer, gimme drugs to paralyse my mind
can’t stand the others, all the others are unkind
a little pill will kill my will to kill em all
a deep aversion, chronic social phobia

uuuuuuuuuuuu
chronic social phobia
queen of Misanthropia

good fairy, help me, may I have one wish for free?
I want a wonder cap, a mind protection shield
then I’m invisible, invincible and gone
so good, so good being all alone now

uuuuuuuuuuuu
chronic social phobia
queen of Misanthropia
my kingdom without followers

I hate to hate but there’s nothing left to do
don`t follow me cause I will never follow you
don’t need your like cause what you like’s ridiculous
I fear your thoughts, I’m a happy misanthrope

oh holy cobra, raise your head up in the air
pray for your venom need to spread it everywhere
your holy poison will hypnotize the masses
you play the flute and they are dancing to my bass, yeah

uuuuuuuuuuuu ...
Track Name: Buzzkill Daddy
Buzzkill Daddy

we had whiskey we had fun
call it perfect, name it rock’n’roll
when living evil came along
the party crashed and everything went wrong
he was talking on and on
loads of nonsense, bombs of blahblahblah
meanwhile all my friends had disappeared -
so weird
blood ran out, out of my reddened ear

get out of my sight - buzzkill daddy
get out of my life - buzzkill daddy
when you talk it’s like war for my bloody ears -
buzzkill daddy
I want you to disappear - right now

buzzkill devil fuck yourself!
nerves on fire, my brain`s burned up like hell
and if you stay here by my side - so tight
I’ll cut you out, you bloody parasite

get out of my face - buzzkill-daddy
go out of my way - buzzkill-daddy
when you talk it’s like war for my mellow mind -
buzzkill daddy
buzzkill devil die! shut up!
Track Name: Beautiful Roberto
Beautiful Roberto

my heart was pumping like a rave beat
he rolled down the street
my blood ran hot, the flesh got weak
a magic smell of sweat and wheat beer
he came close to me
I nearly fainted on this freak

smoke yellow fingers touched my goose skin
cold and tenderly
deep bloodshot eyes starred into mine
tell me your name, king of all wild things
begging on my knees
two weighty words ran down my spine
when he moaned: ”oh baby, I’ m

Beautiful Roberto
Beautiful Roberto from hell
Beautiful Roberto
Schöner Roberto from hell

big-bellied beau, bald-headed stranger
you’re so masculine
but then at once he turned around
he aimed to kiss my guitar player
wild and animal
“oh please Roberto, please don’t go!” no, oh no
everybody goes for

Beautiful Roberto ...
Track Name: Bananas
Bananas

well he is grooving through the jungle like king monkey
da move is funky but da look is very punky
a parrot cries: “you’re a real cool dude
you’re the only one with an attitude”

and all the bunnies going crazy for his booty
tiger shorties shake the beat out of the boogie
the cobra spits:” oh baby, you’re so slick
bunga-bunga me under the limbo stick”

you are so bananas
you are gagaga
you are so bananas
you are sick sick sick

the kangaroo hopped over with a big bag
full to the brim with cannabis and hash cakes
“I stay sober!” said the monkey to the dope
“I’m a funky freak, I’m naturally stoned

while all the donkeys dancing to a boring bongo
I bang my mane to a real cool combo
going nuts for that crazy shit
always been cooler than all the other kids”

you are so bananas ...
Track Name: Naked & Stoned
Naked & stoned

sexually green at seventeen
had a peep at a dirty scene
badly mad because of that
can`t forget that nasty act

you wanna know what I have seen
you wanna know what I will leak
so let me ask you to explain
oh it’s not easy to relate

I ask you indiscretely
please promise to be true
it might be interesting
but it’s disgusting too

don`t be shy, don’t deny, take a heart – no discretion
don`t defy, please don’t lie and think twice
have you ever seen your parents naked?

naked and stoned ...

mentally disordered by that sight
to remind I try to fight
and I’ve never ever been the same
after looking at that icky game

deeply shocked at daddies dong
badly touched by mommies bong
shame on me for rhyming on
join in and sing along ...

naked and stoned ...

I was shy, I could cry, nearly died – of nauseation
and I hide, even fight, that I saw them ...

nananananananananananana naked
nananananananananananana stoned
Track Name: Zombie City
Zombie City

walk the dog in the fog down an ancient street
every creep that I meet is a brainless freak
ain’t no fun, ain’t no fight, no open mind
and I cry: this city died

need a drink, wanna sink in the underground
but I’m drowned in a town that brought it all down
“hang the dog! ban the mob! keep the city clean!”
this place is so mean!

this city sucks – living in a zombie city
my city sucks – dying in a zombie city
my city bores to death– buried in a zombie city
I’m not afraid I’m just upset – zombie city

don’t be loud and keep out of that ancient morgue
it’s a hole without soul so grey and cold
leave that hell, put a spell on this bloody town
head a zombie, shout out ...

this city bugs (like hell)
this city bores to death
this city eats my brain
this city sucks, this city sucks

this city sucks – living in a zombie city
my city sucks – dying in a zombie city
my city bores to death – buried in a zombie city
I’m not afraid I’m just pissed-off – zombie city
Track Name: World Water Torture Day
World Water Torture Day

the hottest day in years, I’m sweating blood
my chic bikinI’s dripping wet
a bony toyboy kneeds my sun-burned ass
needs to be paid for his caress

let’s take a trip in my black lexus car
to any skid row in the world
we throw out pennies and we drink champagne
watching people eating dirt

it’s ok – world water torture day
life is fine and so am I
life is gay – on world water torture day
drop your sorrow, ease your pain

turn off the bad news on the radio
don’t bother me with your silly wars
cause my black Amex melted in the sun
that’s really bad, that’s really poor!

it’s ok – world water torture day
life is fine and so am I
it’ so gay – on world water torture day
drop your sorrow, ease your pain

I’m ok – on world water torture day
I am moneyed, I am fine
make my way
on world water torture day