Black Eye is the only full-length studio album by the English punk rock band Fluffy, released in 1996 by The Enclave. It was recorded at Metropolis Studios in London and produced by punk rock veteran Bill Price, who had recorded albums by Sex Pistols and The Clash. The record contains loud punk songs that explore social issues such as sex and abuse.
Black Eyes was an American post-punk band from Washington, . that existed from August 2001 to March 2004, disbanding two months prior to the release of their second album, Cough. Its members included Dan Caldas, Jacob Long, Mike Kanin, Daniel Martin-McCormick and Hugh McElroy. Prior to releasing the first album, Black Eyes released a 2-song 7" EP and a split EP of "Someone Has His Fingers Broken" entitled "Have Been Murdered Again.
Black Eyes was a post-hardcore band from Washington, . United States that existed from August 2001 to March 2004, disbanding two months prior to the release of its second album, Cough. Prior to releasing the first album, Black Eyes released a 2 song 7" EP and a split EP with Early Humans.
split album 10" gatefold vinyl. Record/Vinyl + Digital Album. Hate suffer Dharmachakra Wheel of torture Endless death Bitter return Fatal sadness Written in our eyes For all eternity. Crave lust beg crawl Frigid cold of the human tomb Hope love peace serene Spirit wanders for final exile. What you want you shan't have What you have you shan't want What you are you shall be What you despise you embody.
Black Eyes self-titled debut displays a band with a hold on the experimental side of . punk - a path paved by Fugazi and, particularly in this case, Q and Not U. This five-piece band takes dub, bass-driven grooves, and kooky vocals of the Liars and Q and Not U's off-kilter dance punk and plays them. grittier, from the violent narrative of "Someone Has His Fingers Broken" to the oblique sexual politics of "A Pack of Wolves.
Black Eyes' live show is a confounding orb of energy: two drum kits, sometimes a third percussionist, two bassists, two vocalists, and a rotation of variable instruments. To the human eye, they're a funhouse of tiny, screaming singers twitching about with the herky-jerky motion of flipbook animation. five-piece that sounds like ten (or at least moves like that many), and they promote an equally convulsive squawking of rhythmic, sometimes experimental and gauzy, dubby post-punk that sits on the same sonic fence as Savage Republic and Swell Maps. You know: Fugazi production. It works here, because Black Eyes tend towards similar dub-influenced genetics as the aforementioned Dischord patriarchs. It also works because the screeching/harping, high/low vocal interchange has major potential to be g, were the vox any higher in the mix.
Walking by the concourse Lit by the glow of a streetlight Held up by hallowed ground And cigarettes flicking all around. In your black eyes I hoped that I would find That you were hiding You were hiding something. Walked into the concourse At the end of the tunnel were my dim lit saviors All raucous and full of glam But not the kind that I left uptown. In your black eyes I hoped that I would find That you were hiding Hiding something But in your black eyes Lit by the glow of a streetlight You were hiding You were hiding something. Deep inside the concourse I learned of the fuel of the celebration Seemed the saviors were down with it Even you had your nose in it. Deep inside the concourse I longed for a difference in the conversation But underneath the swinging model hair Were the words I hear everywhere.