Everything Is Pornography When You've Got An Imagination

by Intercourse

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    The implant is still intact. I’m not sure why or where, but it’s there. The transmissions barely audible until I get a good fucking buzz on.

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"Weirdo, perverted, mathy hardcore from New Haven, Connecticut. This is not easy listening. It is abrasive musically, vocally, and lyrically. Lyrics straddle the line of metaphor, sci-fi, and perverted rants that at times feel like an erotic suicide note."

- Maximum Rock N' Roll

"Intercourse is difficult to categorize, and they have an arsenal of tactics up their sleeve to keep it that way. Erratic and impulsive, Everything Is Pornography… is an auditory demonstration of what it’s like to feel alienated by an administration that is actively working to challenge your very existence."

- Medium

"Compositionally, Everything is Pornography is like a Jackson Pollock painting, simultaneously a technical masterpiece and a beautiful mess. The guitars thrash through quick, abrasive chord progressions and heady palm mutes, punctuated by vicious feedback and screaming dissonant notes. The bass rages through distortion and bizarre effects. Hectic blast beats and shattering cymbals drive the band into brutal breakdowns that punch like fists at the ear drums. Above this maelstrom ride the vocals of a rambling madman, screamed at fever pitch and full volume. "

-Sock Full Of Pennies

"You know that scene in the zombie move where the best friend of the main character gets bitten by a zombie just as you think everything is going to be ok? This is the soundtrack to that part."

-I Heart Noise

"Intercourse's method is a very intense provocation, more direct ups and downs than the elders, whimsical, always unhealthy and urgent. With that grain of voice of the singer Tarek who grabs you by the skin of the back and we let you down more, which says a lot about his despair, his disgust of his neighbor, his sex that bother him, little green men who hide, fuck full mouth and a lot of sarcasm. The black heart beats loudly. Salves fed tapping under the minute and under the belt. Fearless drummer."

-Perte & Fracas

"The band’s motto of “music for aliens made by mutants” continues to ring true on their latest batch of tunes. It’s a fun, maniacal mash up of stuff like Kiss It Goodbye/Deadguy and Daughters – an awkward rambling blast of violence. Everything sounds crisp and loud. The guitars sound great from the busy notey-runs to the heavier chords. The bass is beefy and over-driven and compliments the punchy and full sounding drums nicely. The vocals continue with a Tim Singer-esque style that totally floats my boat. The lyrics are great – a tense, rambling condemnation of everything and everyone. It’s pretty great. Sci-fi, sex, drugs, death, politics, it’s all there. Killer."

- Super Corrupter

"Intercourse are the scummy stuff that grows where Daughters, Coalesce, See You Next Tuesday, and some sweaty, salty sass band from the early ’00’s meet, and Everything Is Pornography… is a spontaneous, freehand blend of grind and hardcore that functions in two-minute spurts of activity with no endgame and a boozy, dogged energy; they couldn’t hide that they’re from New Haven, Connecticut if they tried. But Intercourse consider themselves MUSIC FOR ALIENS MADE BY MUTANTS according to their Bandcamp, and there’s probably no better or more succinct description of what this record sound like than that. This album taught me that I am a beta cuck and I have learned no lesson more valuable in 2018. "

- Metal Lifestyle

"Intercourse is a hardcore punk/grindcore band From New Haven, Connecticut. My first play through of this EP, left me feeling like I was hit in the face. Each track is chaotic and blistering and there is no let up in sight. The vocalist furiously yells some of the most wild lyrics I have heard in a very long time. It is hard to put this band into words, but I love it and everybody should listen to these guys at LEAST once."

- World Wide Underground


"Intercourse is a three piece band from New Haven, CT who formed in 2014. Intercourse play a killer style of music that incorporates elements of hardcore, punk, grindcore, and noise rock within their sound. Musically, Intercourse can be loosely compared to bands such as Grizzlor, Fight Amp, Whores, and other like-minded bands. Since forming in 2014, Intercourse have released a self-titled seven song EP in July of 2014, a six song EP titled Enablers in April of 2016, a six song EP titled Pissing Into The Abyss in November of 2016, a split 7" with The Asound in September of 2017, and a two song EP titled I Honestly Don't Care When Or How I Die Anymore in November of 2017. Everything Is Pornography When You've Got An Imagination is Intercourse's debut LP, which was released via Constant Disappointment and Eye Tape records on March 17th, 2018. On Everything Is Pornography When You've Got An Imagination, Intercourse offer up eleven tracks of vicious, brutal, and completely unhinged sounding hardcore, punk, noise rock, and grindcore. Overall, Everything Is Pornography When You've Got An Imagination makes for a killer listen and definitely should not be missed. Highly recommended! Enjoy!"

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released March 17, 2018

Constant Disappointment Records / Eye Tape Records

Produced by Daryl Rabidoux, Mastered by Will Benoit at The Radar Studio in Clinton, CT.

Artwork by Jagat Suri.

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Track Name: Piles
Counselor,

This here’s a prime example of piss poor placement. Your rock bottom is my Saturday night. It’s not a fun day this is strung out Sunday. When I was 14 years old I was sitting in front of the mall eating one of those hot dogs wrapped in a pretzel, some older kids came by and laughed at me. So now I don’t eat hot dogs in public anymore. People ask me, “If you hate this place so much then why do you stay?” Well, someone’s got to be here to dig the graves. All the years shown up in that face at once, still love you baby. What’s another 10, 20 years? You know I never miss a funeral. Maybe it’s me next? Let everyone know I’m an asshole, etch it on my tomb stone.
Track Name: Cuckold The Family Ghost
My old lady’s been making me go to therapy, but it’s like throwing water on a grease fire. One day it became too much. I knew right then I had to die. Slit my wrists, I bled all over her shit. I went towards the light, it was so white it lectured me on reverse racism, the 2nd amendment, and men’s rights. But apparently you don’t go to the afterlife when you commit suicide. So now I’m stuck in this house watching my wife get fucked.
Track Name: Beyond Human
One night my mother woke me to look at the stars. I stared just a little too hard. I was probed a few weeks after that, the implant is still intact. I’m not sure why or where, but it’s there. The transmissions barely audible until I get a good fucking buzz on. Been up for 3 days straight and nothing. I’ve been busy cracking the crop circle code. Everything I needed to know I’ve learned from the Twilight Zone. If you read between he lines it’s like an owner’s manual for life. I’ve got politician’s fingers and tax dicks in every orifice. Puncture wounds and scabs, genital warts and teenage dads. Marshall Applewhite was right, this sucks. Spent every night staring at the sky waiting for the probe lights. Man fuck this place. If you’re gonna kill yourself then fucking kill yourself, anything beats watching you cry with that gun in your mouth every fucking night.
Track Name: Naugatuck's Alright If You Like Suboxone
The ghoulish way I leer makes me feel alive. It started with my driving by his house. The bed sheet covered windows made me feel better about myself. Fucking junkie sucker punched me when we were 16. Went in, became his friend again. Watching him wither made me feel like the lord of the wasteland. I’ll need make the world a better place, I bring out the worst in people.
Track Name: The Book Of God
If it wasn’t for this morbid curiosity I wouldn’t know a goddamn thing. Peoples hearts are just chew toys. My dick’s hard for the details. I’ve got a strong stomach.
Track Name: Comfort Measures
All the fun of drilling a hole in my skull with none of the mess. Your future is hospice and iv’s. Lucky ones die young. Still life goes on, so pull this decay over my face; a small measure of comfort to get me through my golden years. Sometimes it’s what you don’t see that gets you through the night. A clinical detachment to reality. I just want some comfort, a small measure of comfort. I just want some comfort. I just want some comfort. If you prayed for a savior god would send you Christopher Scarver. But I need something a little bit more tangible. I’m praying for a synthetic heaven.
Track Name: Selling Fake Acid At Ozzfest
What happened was a real tragedy and everyone needs to know my opinion. I live it, I love it. One hand on my cock, the other on the me button. Want to send a prayer? Pray the next time some psycho opens fire I'm there, so I don't have to hear anymore of your opinions, arguments, 90's weekends. Thank you sir may I please have another.
Track Name: The Kids Are Alt-Right
It's like the hick that labeled me a "sand nigger' and shoved me into a locker the day after 9/11 got elected president and everyone around me's cheering him on. Look me in the eyes, vote against my life. They want to build a wall? There's already a fucking wall. From this point on when they go low we go lower, we can get high at my place later. Cuz we got the best words, we got the best people writing them, writing the best words. You fucking snowflakes. Xenophobic, homophobic, too chicken shit to leave your home unarmed for fear of refugee women and children, and you've got the balls to call liberals fucking pussies? Fucking cucks.
Track Name: Too Fucked To Yiff
She was dressed like Maid Marion, I was David Parker Ray's dog. We didn't know anyone, we had to snort adderall. We wanted to spice shit up a bit; she had great tits. Plus she knew where to cop, she took the first rail and she dropped. Found her id she was only 16. I postponed my suicide for this? We got problems bigger than Richard Speck's tits. I know I did something to deserve this. Took her apart in the bathtub and I stuffed her in a suitcase. In the shadow of the alley of white trash. I got the idea for a documentary about Jeffrey Dahmer.
Track Name: Corricidin Is A Helluva Drug
Get your ass down to the wal mart steal you a box of that coricidin cold and cough . Tonight we're gonna trip our fucking balls off. I started at 8 but now I'm up to 12, splitting those piss cigarettes man. What the fuck did I just snort? She said, "I got it from my mom's medicine cabinet". Her name was cigarette burns, always smoldering, always asking why. His name was Mike he was happy with a hole. Leaving a trail from downtown to the trailer park. Ever get the compulsion to throw yourself out a window but you've misplaced your cape? Up and down, in and out, foaming all over the ground. Where the fuck is my life when I'm reminiscing about two pigs rolling around in their own shit?
Track Name: Cum Kind Of Monster
I’m what the fbi calls a secretor. I’m addicted to caffeine and pornography. I cum on my stomach and I love it, but I get a sick rash. Cannibal love eating me alive like a suicide. I didn’t think there was anything wrong with that until James Hetfield told me so. My cum is a problem I just can’t ignore. It’s everywhere. My cum is everywhere, I’m allergic to it. Every problem is a result of my cum. Cannibal love it’s eating me alive like a suicide. I miss Hetfield’s mullet, Lar’s frosted tips, mustaine’s riffs. I want to talk about art with Lars Ulrich the art critic. I’d look him straight in his eye and say, “I don’t know art, but I know what I like. May I please borrow your white leather jacket?” Let me choose my words carefully, this is a rock and roll band I don’t want any fucking rules. Cannibal love it’s eating me alive like a suicide. Fuck fuck see fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck Dave Mustaine’s riffs fuck Dave Mustaine Mustaine fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck Dave Mustaine Dave Mustaine

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