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World​-​Destroying Zig​-​Zags

by Ho-Ag

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USS BATTLESHIP
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USS BATTLESHIP I love the dub-tone on the bass and the hypnotic groove. The whole album is excellent and this will probably change with time, but that's the one right now. Favorite track: Perplexa Maris.
Chase Leonard
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Chase Leonard This band is up there with Medications, Beep Beep, Tristan Da Cunha, Tera Melos Favorite track: The Gaucho.
Mike Gintz
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Mike Gintz My favorite album by one of my favorite bands to ever come out of Boston.

Ho-Ag were a really solid math-punk band for over a decade, but their last few releases showed them expanding their range in every direction - quieter, louder, prettier, messier, slower, faster, etc.

This, their last album, is a monster, with thoughtful and unique lyrics, great musicianship, and mad 'tude. Album of the year? Maybe.

RIP Ho-Ag! Long live Ho-Ag! Favorite track: See You at the Brush Pass.
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summer villain I think Ho-Ag have invented their own genre. Favorite track: Perplexa Maris.
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Final original Ho-Ag full-length. Released on Hive 35 (HIVE003)
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SEE YOU AT THE BRUSH PASS

This one’s over long before it started
I’m in every battle’s heart
Stock saw blades on the wheels
I saw SEALs dropping into black fields
Some folks don’t know
But everything gets aligned sometimes
So what am I, the wretched, then to say?
Nobody’s safe - I watch the firefight online all day
Take me alive, take me alive
Take me alive, take me alive
I can give you names, I can name you places
I got secret handshakes, I can show you faces


I SPY THE SPIDER RIDER

I got a lever that lets her off
My denim vest with the portrait of Karloff
Don’t stop - better say please, Steve
You are my hero, equal to zero
So flick a feather and flutter off
A predator, you never ever gonna meet my boss
You standing still too long, you look a little lost
You wanna stick around, you got to sit down
Ride the spider, I push it till the all the arms come off
Ride the spider with a cushion of skin
I’ll be around, working till tear-down, for millenium
Spy the rider
Who do I got to kill?
No one knows, no one cares
I’m the king of county fairs
Who is man enough to get locked in?
Watch the pin while you spin, slipping who knows when
And every now and then, we gotta let ‘em win
Let ‘em win, let ‘em win, let ‘em win
Spin Himilayan circles in the Whipper
Twirl world-destroying zig-zags in the Zipper

And anybody’d tell you I’m a saint
And anybody’d tell you I’m a saint
I’d say the same, I’d have to say the same
I dangle beasts above the flame


PERPLEXA MARIS

The bottom of a boat that’s going by
Is floating on the sky
It’s bigger than my brain can tell the eyes
It’s way up there tonight
Swimming low, we’re closer to the core
Up above the sea will grow
Its teeth will chew the shores
I’m under a canopy and you can’t see me
I’m way down in the drain
I’m under a tidal wave
Abyss you missed, no anchor scraped
A swan dive or a Saturn V will sound the same
How big can you build ‘em?
How big till there’s no more room to breathe?
How long till it sinks?
The bottom of the ocean’s where I hide
So safe and sound I’ll die
Heavy ships won’t always stick around
They sure don’t want to drown


THE VULGAR CROWD

This is a delegate
You could be one
They want what they want but it's not what they got
What they want's what you're not so you're gone
This is the candidate
You could be one
Everyone has a place and your place is the last
You're the last on the list that you're on
There's not one person on the list
But you'll be the last one who gets on it
You could be a straw man dog habit
You could be one but you're not
This is a terrorist
You could be one
There's a knot in the cord, there's a gate in the road
The one blank in the gun is a bomb
This is a president
You could be one
This is a communist
You could be one
Or you could be a doormat


THE GAUCHO

What platform, which unmarked station stop?
Fierro caballero, daguerreotype -- I’m home
What meager mouths would eat this awful crop?
That poncho, that gaucho trousers on him
That horse skin, that boot wraps porcelain shin
These lovers don’t learn
They head to Malibu, they head to Malibu and
Squeeze some necks until they pop
Remember things they never knew
Everything that ever was
Is bouncing back and forth in you
Last night - birth of Christ and of the moon
There’s a light, when you die you’ll see it too
If you could dream of a place to get killed, this would be it
If you pick your own time to die, it would be now
What room? A roof above gasoline beams
I'm by myself, I hear everyone else
What itching corpse would use this stinking cream?
Don’t bug the owner, a loner in October
He wakes up, he throws the naked knife down


CIRCULAR RUINS

On the fourtheenth night
He stuck his finger in the heart
Of a fully-fleshed red Adam
So on the thousandth night
He cut the cord, sad dad
A man of dreams don't tattle
Got told by the god manifold
Your baby's a fake, got no soul
The phantasm dream awoke
You're playing without a quarter
You’re cooking meat without a flame
You never gave him a name
The phantasm dream never awoke
You can walk on fire 'cause
It knows you're not alive


STEALIN' BILLIONS

Every day you forget to pay
Who are those checks to? Who are those checks to?
We know who's gonna murder you
A little worm loves a busy host
I think he lovin’ me the most
They come collect, leave without the dough
This city never marks the roads
The mayor swore he’d try to settle the score
But anybody with a bank account is dead on the floor
It’s a whole wide world war
Wonder what your mother wore
Your brother never got your letter
The one in St. Petersburg, think you got it better?
He’s a run away from home guy
But he keeps in touch with dad
Your dad not his dad, your dad not his dad
Never let him know how good you got it
Or he’ll end up gettin’ sad
You know he’s going solo and it’s a trap
I need a transfer, banker man
I got a list of my demands
I’m walkin' out of here with everything in my hands
There ain’t no way
My squad walks away
Who do they aim at? Who do they aim at?
So all my savings disappeared
I guess the paperwork had cleared, the collapse was engineered
By a higher power -- he keeps in touch with dad
Your dad not his dad, your dad not his dad
You wonder why we’re gonna get getcha getcha getcha getcha
You steal a billion, they don’t mind
I’m gonna utilize whatever weapon I can find


REPORT FROM WHITE MOUNTAIN

Another psychic’s on the line
She says the antifreeze is leaking on the merchandise
That’s fine - I never said that it was mine
Nothing here belongs to me
Everything you see’s diseased
I got everything I need
I got everybody beat
I haven’t heard about the weather in a couple years now
In a couple years, guess it’s happening in secret
When the White House finally says it’s lights out
You can see the evidence, criminals are everywhere
You better believe it
It’s like they want us to know
It’s like they want us to know
Just forget it.


ARM WITHOUT A HAND

We're gonna build the town from the ground up
In the woods around the lake where they found that
Body of a petrified old white man
You got the DNA
They found a scalp and the scalp's pale
They made an armada set sail
The son of Egypt resurrected
He's a Betamax, he's a Viking cat
He's a terminal morraine
You got the DNA
They found an arm without a hand
You're gonna find out when we land
Soft skull buried somewhere we don't know
Soft skull lives forever down below
So plant him in the ground like Armstrong


BURN TO THE OCEAN

You got a railroad spike inside your head
You got a paper bag for luggage
Ask what your name is
and how did you get here?
And how did you get here?
And what is your name now?
They're handing out blame for everything in your lane
Whatever can't be explained is going up in flames
This cannons shoot covers of magazines
We take a dip in the shrapnel
And rinse our memories with water
Can you sit still for the camera?
They're putting these in the museums
Burn on the ocean, the ghosts are motion
Invisible ink, they think we know where we're going
I can't remember my name
I can't remember my name
I can't remember my name
I can't remember my name
These bombers drop our national archives
We twist the stake that's stuck inside our head
And rinse our memories with water


DEMON DROP

I can feel us picking up some speed
How far up can we still be?
Far enough
I got the shakes, my change can levitate
I’m gonna die with people I don’t know, return to sender
My dreams are forming easy schemes to expedite surrender
It’s pointed at me?
Lay my body down against the floor
Or crawl over shoulders up to corner
It’s all too late, the space is all erased
I’m gonna die with people I don’t know, return to sender
My dreams are forming easy schemes to expedite surrender
It’s pointed at me?
My sister said that she had other plans now
Wanna know what? Wanna know?
She got enough trouble on her hands
It’s none of my business
I don't know a single person in this scene now
I know we’re all going down
When we land it’s gonna feel like nothing
Got stuck in the sights of stranger
Locked a revolver on my head and said that
Everybody wrecks the elevator
He said that everybody wrecks the elevator
And every time it happens
The blackout’s a little longer

credits

released February 19, 2013

Recorded in 2012 at Machines with Magnets in Pawtucket, RI.
www.machineswithmagnets.com

Engineered, mixed, and mastered by Keith Souza and Seth Manchester.

Artwork by Tyler Derryberry and Christen Dute.

All songs written/performed by Ho-Ag.

www.ho-agband.com

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Ho-Ag Boston, Massachusetts

Ho-Ag is an experimental "noise rock" band based in Boston, Massachusetts. Known for melding fast-paced math-punk and metal with the creaky musical worlds of 50s and 60s sci-fi, Ho-Ag occupies a strange place in music that's both thoughtful and utterly crazed.

Matt Parish | Tyler Derryberry | Eric Meyer | Ryan Brown | Kristina Johnson Parish | Patrick Kim | Nkls Ward | Dave Dines | Jon Ruhe
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