Slap​-​Fight At The Coffee Shop

by Crotchthrottle

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It's alive! First run of physical copies available at www.75orlessrecords.com

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released July 30, 2010

Heimeier Axia: vocals, blender, eggplant, tenor guitar; The Wyrre Jimes: bass, electric ukelele, fuzz, reverb, miasma, coffee; Lysander Foley: treble, keyboards, tape manipulation, paranoia, acceptance; Atomsmasher McPhee: drums, muskrats, molerats, texts.

All songs written, recorded, and produced by Crotchthrottle with Jeremy Withers at The Black Hole. Mastered by Bill Paukert at The Screwdio.

Thanks to Melissa Withers, Mark 75oL, Bill Paukert, Ben Carl, Scott Withers, ilovefuzz.com, all talkbass.com Noise Compilation participants, and anyone else foolish enough to have encouraged this music’s existence.

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Crotchthrottle Providence, Rhode Island

Born from the foam atop crashing ocean waves and mysterious vapors seeping up through radioactive craters, Crotchthrottle records fake music composed by fictional people. Live performances are unlikely, but not out of the question, and may in fact be going on right now (behind you). ... more

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