Family Album

by Inbred Knucklehead

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Gli Inbred Knucklehead sono anche e soprattutto folli. Lo sono quanto basta per dare alla luce tredici brani esplosivi, energici, coinvolgenti fino all’ultima nota. Meticci nel sound e nella formazione.
Valentina Benvenuti (100Decibel)
www.100decibel.com/wp/family-album-lultimo-lavoro-degli-inbread-knucklehead-13-brani-di-geniale-follia/

È energia pura. È il vostro sabato in un locale ascoltando un live dalle sonorità gipsy, è la vostra cura per il rientro in ufficio di lunedì, il vostro martedì in palestra zompettando con le ginocchia fino alla pancia per smaltire i cocktail che vi siete tracannati durante il weekend, e il vostro scorazzare in macchina nel traffico alzando il volume fino al massimo per l’invidia del vicino al semaforo che non si capacita di come voi possiate divertirvi così tanto in tangenziale.
Chiara Laterza (Tafter)
www.tafter.it/2013/10/01/family-album/

Brani come Gipsy Girls, Viking Thing e Transform, mostrano tutta la bravura del gruppo nel cambiare spesso la formula, alternando e mischiando diversi generi senza mai cadere nel banale.
Cristina Valentini (Extra! Music Magazine)
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Gli Inbred Knucklehead sono un gruppo interessante per composizione e per la miscela a volte esplosiva che riescono a creare.
Simona Ventrella (Rockambula)
www.rockambula.com/inbread-knuckelhead-family-album/

Decisamente da ascoltare, gli Inbred, a casa, in viaggio o in auto. La loro musica non stanca!
Chiara Maggio e Giulia Emanuele (senzamecenate)
www.senzamecenate.it/recensioni/inbred-knucklehead

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released October 31, 2013

Produced by: Riccardo Vieira, Inbred Knucklehead
Engineered by: Riccardo Vieira
Recorded at Forward Studios Rome
Mixed at Gas Vintage Studios Rome
Mastered at Forward Studios Rome

Photos: Sham Hinchey and Marzia Messina

Special thanks to all the family, friends and fans for all the patience, support and inspiration before, during and after the making of Family Album

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Inbred Knucklehead Roma, Italy

Like a mother and father who are actually brother and sister, but somehow their children turn out alright, IKH's heavy fusion of Rock/Punk/Ska/Surf/Metal/Funk/Reggae/Disco translates into a contagious vibe that sweeps the audience off its ass and onto its feet with groovy rhythms and explosive . All served with crazy on-stage antics, weird faces and all around good humor attitude. ... more

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Track Name: Remember When
When we were just two little boys our mothers bought us Star Wars toys and we were Jedis til the sun went down. But then you stole my Boba Fett, a day I will not soon forget, I smashed your lunchbox on the ground. Remember way back when times were much simpler, can we start again... And now Jack's back from the pen and lives in a trailer, Bob robs liquor stores, Doug is a drug dealer. How did we end up like this I really don't know, maybe we didn't change at all, maybe we only got bored. And on and on the story goes is that you punched me in the nose, I fell down crying on the floor. And then there's Stan who went ahead and set up his own meth lab, Dave came and gave a hand, the Cartel wants their heads. How did we end up like this I really don't know, maybe we didn't change at all, maybe we only got bored. I saw the terror in your eyes when you finally realized your dad was crashing through the door. Remember way back when times were much simpler, can we start again... Remember when times were simple... Everything'll change if it stays the same, small towns can make the people go da da da! Everything'll change if it stays the same, puberty makes all the hormones go da da da! Everything'll change if it stays the same, hormones make all the young boys go da da da! Everything'll change if it stays the same, the moon makes all the big girls go da da da! Everything'll change if it stays the same, hormones make all the young boys go da da da! Everything'll change if it stays the same, the moon makes all the big girls go da da da hey! Da da da hey!
Track Name: Not Very Rock 'n' Roll
Fuckin' spendin' all day working our tails off, then promoting all night the next show on Facebook. We got the energy and we got the passion but the road to become a rockstar nowadays's just... And all the hands up in the air are of our families and friends and all the groupies of the band are just the girlfriends of the members of the band but, hey, one day, dough and lays, but nowadays I'm already yawning 'cos I got work in the morning. And it's just... not very rock 'n' roll!!! They try holding us down, they try holding us down, but we’re holding our ground and we come with that sound. Holding us down, they try holding us down, but we kick ‘em around, going deep underground. Don’t try holding us down, don’t try holdin us down, ‘cause we come with that sound, going deep underground. Don’t try holding us down, don’t try holding us down, don’t try holdin us down, going deep under... For the glory, for the fame, for the money... no wait... we made a mistake... we're too broke to go out, too broke to buy clothes, too broke to buy food, reaching the goal's just... Free drinks, adrenaline, fine looking ladies let you forget and make you go crazy but my shoes tore open on stage, and I'm waiting for my birthday to come to get a new pair! And it's just... not very rock 'n' roll!!! Right when you think that you finally made it, that’s when they push you down. Give ‘em your soul and you’re will to trade it, come with that perfect sound. “Kid you listen to me and you will see, you’ll be a star. Get in the hole and sell out your soul, kid you’re gonna go far!”
Track Name: Viking Thing
Oh when I was a young boy seemed it rained for 40 days and nights. Oh mommy put on pretty dress and found her cleanest tights. Out on distant horizon I could, I could surely see that bastard son bitch father sailing, coming back for me. Hej min lille son, nu kommer jag till dig... nu så skall din viking far få lära dig... hur... Vi kommer för att vinna och se hus taken brinna. Vi kommer för att smaka på-på saften från en kvinna-sze-di-oh oh oh oh! (Ya ha ha ha ha!) It's a viking thing y'all, just a viking thing you all. That day we got that letter, I could not believe my eyes all day I listened to the sorrow of my mommie’s cries. Of my mommie’s cries... Vi kommer för att vinna och se hus taken brinna. Vi kommer för att smaka på-på saften från en kvinna-sze-di-oh oh oh oh! (Ya ha ha ha ha!) It's a viking thing y'all, just a viking thing you all. Valhalla. It’s just a viking thing, this is the song I sing. Raping and pillaging, It’s just a viking thing.
Track Name: Hit the Power
Why do you do the things you do? Realize with your lies what your putting them through? Why do you say the things you say? With every breath you take betray... yeah! Money money money for so many lies, these politicians gotta die die die. Every summit feels like a chance: start over, blow up the parliament! We gotta hit the power! (Hate their power!) Never give up, never give up, never give up, never never never never never give up. Gotta get up, gotta get up, gotta get up, gotta gotta gotta gotta gotta gotta gotta gotta hit the power! (Hate their power!) I see your head is turning round. I sing my song, sing along till you hit the ground. I see your face is turning red I sing a song, sing along till you wind up dead... yeah. Money money money for so many lies, these politicians gotta die die die. Every summit feels like a chance: start over, blow up the parliament! We gotta hit the power! (Hate their power!) Never give up, never give up, never give up, never never never never never give up. Gotta get up, gotta get up, gotta get up, gotta gotta gotta gotta gotta gotta gotta gotta hit the power! (Hate their power!) Rise up, stand up, put your hands up! (Why do you do those things?) Why do you do the things you do? Realize with your lies what you're putting me through? Yeah! These men in charge that you see, they're nothing like you and me: they scheme, steal, corrupt, extort, I don't care if they get hurt.
Track Name: Gypsy Girls
Somewhere on dusty trail I’m hung up on the nails. She’s running thru my head. She’s running from my bed. They look out to the sea, past me, hanging from the tree. Now little bird go fly, while I am left here to die. Gypsies never die, gypsies never cry. How come I never see, coming after me. It seemed so innocent. The days, they came and went. Had I been played a fool. She used me like a tool. Look harder, you might find you’re one amongst the blind. Awoken from my dream, broken with a scream. Somewhere on Spanish trail she’s hung up on the nails. Gypsy girls they’ll steal your soul and put you deep into a hole to die. Gypsy girls they’ll steal your love and leave you swinging high above and die. Up one way or down the other you will find you’re nowhere, brother, and die. Ask yourself why even bother, now you're screaming for your father, why? She’s one amongst the dead.
Track Name: Dune People
Chillin' on the beach and lying under the sun, I've been dying for a holiday for months. The kids are playing soccer, ladies sunbathing topless and Capocotta now feels like the best the world can offer. But then a weird bagnino says: "Excuse me, you might wanna keep your belongings with thee. There's people living in the dunes demanding a toll. They're gonna steal your purse and they're gonna steal your soul!" I don't pay much attention and quickly fall asleep. This day at the beach has other promises to keep. But then I wake up and realize all my stuff is gone... I need to find the beach staff and report on it! I ask for help and they burst into a devilish laughter and say: "The Dune People are people you cannot chase after!" These beach staff are creepy as fuck but I'm freaked out so have to give up. Dune people, nude people, hey! Dune people, dune people, oh oh oh oh oh! Mahaum. Mahaum. Maha-maha-maha. Mahaum. Mahaum. Maha-mahaum. But while I walk away I spot someone sneaking out of the backdoor with my bag and disappearing in a sand cloud. So now I clearly see what I could not impeach: the Dune People have taken over this beach!
Track Name: Death Valley
As I cross the Valley of Death, I draw my pistol, he draws his last breath. I take a final look around, then I bury that son of a bitch six feet under ground. As I look up to the sky with those vultures flying high, I'm asking myself why. I'll run till the last breath my lungs can take, and then I'll run till my knees bend, stumble and break. I'll never do what you tell me to. You won't keep me under control, 'cos I'm out of your control. You said I gotta listen and behave but all I heard was "shut up and be a slave". I'll never do what you tell me to. You won't keep me under control, 'cos I'm just out of control. As I step out on that yard, those Southern Mexican nazi lowriders looking hard. The crips position for attack. I look to the tower but the guards just turn their backs. And my knees begin to shake, it feels the Earth begins to quake and all hell begins to break. We'll run till the last breath our lungs can take, and then we'll run till our knees bend, stumble and break. We'll never do what you tell us to. You want us under control, but we're out of your control. You said we gotta listen and behave, but all we heard was "shut up and be my slaves". We'll never do what you tell us to. You want us under control, but we're just out of control! So I lay face in the the mud, my teeth are broken with the taste of my own blood. I put my hands up on my head. My daddy told me “Son, this is how you wind up dead.” Tell my momma I did my best, I put that sheriff to the test and now i’m gonna shoot the rest.
Track Name: Revolución
We march in battle once again. (But the sand is too caliente under los pies!) Ah could this really be the end? (Ay ay ay, dónde está mi soda can?) Fists of fury full of rage. (Tiengo siempre to hydrate at my age.) Lamb to the slaughter on the stage (I might be old but I still want to turn the page!) (En mi corazón!) Won't be givin' up on... (La revolución!) The ground I stand on. (En mi corazón!) My heart's not strong... (La revolución!) But the beat goes on. We march in battle once again. (With so many chicas nudas on the sand!) I think I really like your friend. (I wonder if she wants to take my hand...) I need so badly to get laid... (Call me loco but I still believe in my crusade.) I'll even jump on a grenade... (La revolución is just delayed!) Dancin' en la playa, we were pushed to the side... one to the left and one to the right... When we'll hit back we won't need to decide: one to the left and one to the right!
Track Name: Circus Freak
Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, we been travelling the whole wide world to bring to this town the Inbred Circus. So step right up, everyone is welcome! We got the dirtiest, most unique mixture of hybrid accidents of mother nature. Horrible faces only a mother can love, and only a horrible mother does. Please take us, freak circus, we ain’t got no home. There's no trick in the circus freak show. Please take us old freak circus, left here on our own. Your society is where the freaks are generated and grow! Your jaw will fall down, your eyes'll turn red, your eyebrows will rise to the back of your head. We got the corporate man, what he touches he kills, so he can only eat a hundred dollar bills. The kid born in the era of social networks, instead of a face he's got a facebook. The GM girl who can't turn into a whore 'cos the Vatican labs made her with no holes. Please take us, freak circus, we ain’t got no home. There's no trick in the circus freak show. Please take us, old freak circus, left here on our own. Your society is where the freaks are generated and grow! Please take us, freak circus, we ain’t got no home. There's no sham in the circus freak show. Please take us, old freak circus, left here on our own. If you wanna see the freaks, look out the window. Please take us, freak circus, we ain’t got no home. There's no trick in the circus freak show. Please take us, old freak circus, left here on our own. Your society is where the freaks are generated and grow! Please take us, freak circus, we ain’t got no home. There's no sham in the circus freak show. Please take us, old freak circus, left here on our own. If you wanna see a freak, look in the mirror.
Track Name: Recombine
Breaking down as i go and go, woke up. Wasn't whole no more. Chaotically, I expand and flow, cooling down, i grow and grow. All the forces i was keeping together are shifting apart, nothing will be the same. Blowing up to a new order so fast I can't hear my own parts out there screaming my name. I’m drifting away so far away, I’m drifting away so far away... (Recombine...) Mass makin, mass-mass makin... supersymmetry-symmetry breakin. Floating in a lukewarm plasma, my existence is going cosmic. Particles collide and annihilate till only one kind of them will dominate. Seventeen minutes then generate rules that'll last till I fulfill my ultimate fate. Coming around again. Coming around again. Coming around again, it’s coming around again... The empty gets emptier and fuller gets fuller, then what's far gets farther and what's near gets nearer, 'cause my smaller bits are collapsing and merging and forming new bigger and bigger and bigger ones. Shaking off the old uniformity and smothness I'm shattering into lumpy arrays of crumbs. I’m drifting away so far away, I’m drifting away so far away... (Recombine...) Coming around again. Coming around again. Coming around again, it’s coming around again... Take a good look at me today, now that the fog has faded away. Take a long hard look at me today, now that the fog has faded away. Take a good look at me today, now that the fog has faded away. Take a long hard look at me today, now that the fog has faded away. Take one last look at me today, as faster than your eye i'm drifting away. Take one last look at me today, because I'm drifting, drifting away!
Track Name: Shadows on the Sun
Fading into one. Shadows on the sun. One in the same. Fall like rain. So near to the end. Have yet to begin. We all breathe in the light. All fear of the light. Don’t turn away from the beauty of the colors and the rain falling down. Don't loose the way, we’ll begin again, start at the end, when the suns are going down.
Track Name: Transform
I was a little creature way back in the day, my kind would acknowledge me and then look away. I strived to make 'em perceive me and stay, till I shut down and let them rot and decay. Then I bloomed and I've grown a new shape for my shell that would shine so bright others stared and fell to my knees praising this projection of me, but my guts told me I got to move on... Gotta change, gotta morph, gotta transform! And evolve to create my own form. I explored my flesh and bones. I binged and I spread my seed. I slept, laughed, accepted all of my vices and tendencies. I tried all enhancements for my senses, I got lost in lust and perception experiments. I thought I had it all, but I had fuck all and I felt this urge that I could not control... Then I met the Gods and I just wanted to possess their spark, but the more I tried the more they pushed me back into the dark. Building my divinity I let my feet lift off the ground. Floating in my misery I don't know how to come down. I lost my identity, exposed my brutality, and now I gotta fight to take back the light, yeah, I... Change, morph, evolve, transform!
Track Name: Tekkno
Testaccio clubbin', Testaccio clubbin', I am Romano splendido, king of the dance floor and top player in the chemical mix mayhem: downin' ex and uppin' blow... on and on and on and on... High cap, pink shirt, shiny sneakers. House music pumpin' in my car speakers. Buff as fuck, “punks gotta be cautious”! These wanna-be-a-pimp chavs make me nauseous. Woo, yeah! Woo, yeah! Gelled hair... fake tan... plucked eyebrows... and puffy coats... Ha! Mojito! Ha! Ha! Mojito! (Cocaine...) Get off my balls you fuckin' coatto, get off my balls now!