Midwest doom-ridden thrash punk, the first four releases in one place, cheap and easy, with a 12 page booklet with all of the lyrics and art from the vinyl releases. Limited to 300 repress, 200 of which went to the band. Other than the sticker on the front, this is exactly the same as the first pressing.
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lyrics
Roadside assistance won't come out this far
Out on the ice filled countryside
Should have stayed home on this night
Engine starts to seize, exhaust so dark you could choke
There is no fixing this problem, way out here in the dark
Going to have to try and search in the distance for help
Or on this frost filled night, you will surely die
Out here on the frozen landscape
SicKles dangling from the trees
And endless wasteland of nothingness
How long will it take for this to end?
Miles and miles, there is no farmhouse in sight
Strange sounds fill the air, but what could it be?
Must be a hallucination brought on by the cold
A morbid vision still unconscious of death's scold
And intimate fear with realistic consequence
If no warmth is to be found, then suffering will follow
You may lose your limbs, but first you lose your mind
You know help's not coming, because nobody knows you're here
supported by 12 fans who also own “Roadside Death Assistance”
Shoegaze overdosing on meth and caffeine pills. Every release on Cloudrat's discography is a different flavor of insanity. This one is rocky road with a twist of antifreeze. Ghuughra