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Halo Castration Institute

by Intercourse

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    In a nod to the iconic line from the film Stand By Me, the album's opening track and
    first single, "Where Losers Go to Die," kicks off with frontman Tarek Ahmed
    bellowing: "Hey man, want to see a dead body?" What follows is an eerie The Jesus
    Lizard-esque dirge that slips into a Neanderthal breakdown, serving as a perfect
    introduction to Intercourse's world. Choosing brutish simplicity as their weapon of
    choice, the band prowls the shadowy fringes of noise rock and hardcore, a zone also
    occupied by the likes of Chat Pile and Couch Slut. "We’re too weird for a lot of the
    hardcore scene and too aggro for the weird scene," states Ahmed.
    The band's sole founding member, Ahmed wields a singular vocal style that smashes the
    line between the sublime and the ridiculous. With a strangulated roar, almost
    cartoonish in its unhinged glory, Ahmed spouts painfully direct, often poetic, lyrics
    about the pain of existence. His songs reference a litany of characters from his own past,
    growing up in the backwoods of Connecticut as an Egyptian kid in the post-9/11 years,
    and from the annals of true crime – hitman Richard "The Iceman" Kulkinski, bulldozer
    enthusiast Marvin Heemeyer, and Bjork stalker Ricardo Lopez, to name a few. A 2021
    write-up from No Echo hailed Ahmed as "a brilliant wordsmith I aspire to someday
    match in skill."
    Of the album's first single, "Where Losers Go to Die," Ahmed states: “The song is about
    trying to fight your own existential dread and realizing how futile it is. Life sucks, it only
    gets worse, and all anyone will offer you is clichéd advice."
    The song's official music video is a lo-fi slice of unease that matches the song's anxiety to
    a tee. "I directed the video and our guitarist Sean edited it," says Ahmed. "We were
    going for a 'Blair Witch' vibe and I love how the vibe matches the album art."
    Halo Castration Institute is Intercourse's ninth release in less than a decade. The album
    was recorded at Dead Man’s Blade studio in New Britain, CT by Ryan Pelegano, and was
    mastered by Mike Moschetto.

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1.
Hey man, want to see a dead body? It’s never too far away, scratching in a casket buried in a heart that’s a grave. I was led to believe there was a peace that came with age, but the older I grow the more I unravel to the point where all that’s left is being depressed. So, I ask if all there is is black then why wait? Eventually the cranium claims us all. Five stages of grief I go through every day. It’s been my experience that no one knows how to listen, but everyone’s got something to say. Anyways here’s that corpse I promised to show you.
2.
The child I once was would cry at this old man’s cracked hands. I spent half my life stuck in traffic suffering the minutiae of stranger’s tragedies. Nice job pal you killed yourself rushing to that job you hate and you made everyone out here late. Something’s fucked when you’ve worked six days a week your entire adult life but still need to take out a loan to keep your house warm. It’s not just bad decisions, it’s capitalism, and I’ve shoveled enough of this shit to know the difference. They say do what you love and you’ll never work a day in your life, it’s funny cuz I’ve never had a job I liked. You bring the matches, I’ll bring the gas, we can build bonfires out of these bridges we’ll burn, we’ll have the last laugh. A steady diet of fatigue and emptiness. My hands are jealously someone else’s but I can have what’s left. I’m still stuck in traffic.
3.
(Klaatu, Barada, Nikto) I’m the best looking in a room where each face is like a car crash. Seemed alright from a distance but up close he smelled like shit, tried a little too hard for my taste. We shoulda never resurrected his ass, some things should be left in the past. Your self-importance is spreading like cancer. So, are you gonna show me or what? The threat of suicide is another promise you’ll never keep. All you are is talk and you can’t even do that well. Oh man! You! You’re fucking edgy. Oh, wow this guy goes there. Big man, you’re such a big man. I guess that’s why you’re king of the world and I’m just stuck here being petty.
4.
Everywhere is Potter’s field when you’ve never felt at home, but Disneyland is the only place you can escape the graveyard that is New jersey. The Iceman’s tears fell to the ground like spent shells. It breaks my heart how we grow old and apart. An imposing man with large hands birthed by a woman named cancer. First, it’s a burn, you pick the scab then it scars. Next it defines who you are. The Iceman’s tears fell to the ground like spent shells. It breaks my heart how we grow cold and apart.
5.
I dunno Marvin, seems pretty reasonable to me. If I had your resources there’d be nothing left in the Valley. I tried to join the good ol’ boys club, they told me I wasn’t white enough. And I am nothing if not resentful of you people and your pedestals. I’m one bitter fucking loser. I’m a hammer if you piss me off. I’m a tax payer. I’m a small business owner.
6.
Coward. Married at 20, pregnant at 21, name your kid after a crystal, become a housewife so you can stay at home writing satanic pedophile fan fiction while your husband is in his man cave watching the patriots jerking off stale fish. I wanna talk to the manager, grind them all into mayonnaise. You’ve spent too much time with Joe Rogan, you’re only supposed to listen to the comedian episodes, lightbulb. Then we got all you #activists patting yourselves on the back for how woke you are while you perpetuate the same white supremacist bullshit behind closed doors. You’re only an ally when it suits you, you think we’re stupid? You didn’t think we’d notice? Disney liberals and honest racists into the fucking wood chipper.
7.
We’re in our secret dungeon in Portland, Oregon under the watchful eye of our leader, Seth Rogen. We’re taking down all the confederate monuments so we can melt them into participation trophies to give to everyone who gets vaccinated. Oogey boogey boomer!! Oogey boogity boo!! It’s Antifa!! They’re gonna tax billionaires, pay people a living wage, and give them healthcare. Michelle Carter’s eyebrows.
8.
She had a mouth like a shark, a halo of horns, six tits, those hips. The womb of the unknown calls me home to cryptids in ritual. Poking through her abdomen, my stomach full of someone else’s piss. She walked through a wall, I’d never seen anything like it scales from her throat to belly button. They stared at me longingly as I lay in bed half asleep. It was almost as if it was meant to be. It was my interspecies sex dream. I came to the Basin to see aliens, I never imagined I’d get laid. Dreams really do come true at skin walker brothel. 1-800-no-no-love.
9.
I’m back in my fantasy and I’m not scared. That moment I was free between hits until I tasted the sweet salt of a nose bleed. When the fear of living exceeds the fear of death we dance like our lives depend on it. If you can’t handle me at my ted Kaczynski, honey, you don’t deserve me at my Chuck Bukowski. Nobody cares unless you’re pretty or dead. When the fear of living exceeds the fear of death we gotta dance like our lives depend on it. “Yo dude ok I thought you fucking died fucking turned blue and shit. I went ahead and I cleared your internet browser history. You watch so much interracial porn. Like a lot a lot.” Yeah man, you ever see a white guy fuck? It’s like watching him dance. It is not good. Want me to show you my true face? I’m a monster. I know. I was just trying to come down from the feeling of being god. I’m a god.
10.
Kabristan 05:02
I tied it all to the moment I stopped ignoring the cold sore realities of the world. It was an honest attempt at stuffing down thoughts and dreams. I feel so guilty that people love me, I’m just not worth it, neither are you but you’re afraid to come to terms. What makes your life worth saving? I’m no closer to any answers, I draw them all wrong. There’s never any serotonin around here this time of year and for some reason they stop answering their phones around 2am. What’s planet Earth if not a body farm? Unfortunately, the majority of us are in denial. Either way the white noise never stops echoing mystery; what kind of pig faced god would leave us to rot like this? Where’d they bury Billy Smolinski? Which religion is the right one? Where will the sun shine if my world is dark? This sense of righteousness drips down my chin. My ribs are cages, I fucking seethe. This melancholy seeps into the hole. I feel that thump of blood coming to, my veins widen, what are gonna do when you’re underground? Listen to the bugs eat you? My skin goes blue. My limbs go numb. You won’t even be able to hear the idiots that love you cry.

credits

released May 5, 2023

Tarek Ahmed- Vocals
Sean Prior- Guitar
Pete Stroczkowski – Big Guitar, Spreadsheets
Caleb Porter- Drums

All music written by Sean, Pete, and Caleb with the exception of Track 10 by Sean, Pete, Caleb, and Paul Degrandpre.
All lyrics by Tarek with the exception of track 2 by Tarek and Pete Kovalsky, as well as track 10 by Tarek and Tyler Trelease.

Pete Kovalsky appears courtesy of Goodfight Records, Ether Coven, and Remembering Never.
Tyler Trelease and Paul Degrandpre appear courtesy of Chained To the Bottom Of The Ocean.

Tracked and Mixed by Ryan Pelegano at Dead Man's Blade Studio in New Britain, CT.
Some vocals and overdubs tracked at Casa De Howie Studio in Auburn, Ma.
Mastered by Mike Moschetto.
Artwork by Maddie Ellis.

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