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Kiss of Death (EP)

by The American Plague

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1.
Black Love 03:05
fangs in the black, piercing your soul shiny and white, surrounded by coal bad luck is coming, it's chasin' you down ain't no use in runnin' if you do, you'll be found born to eat its own seize your heart and soul nowhere left to go fangs in the black, piercing your heart sink 'em in deep, and tear it apart bad luck has landed, and it's here to stay ain't no use in runnin' ain't no use to pray born to eat its own seize your heart and soul nowhere left to go black love, bad luck got nowhere to run, black love bad luck it's chasin' you down, black love bad luck
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Low 04:18
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Nowhere Town 04:07
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the sky so dark and primed to paint with fire the stars blink back in time with dials and wires a checklist met and systems set to go in a single flash I left it all below but I lie down now on unfamiliar shores with a fate that’s mine, but focusing on yours tell the children, "father sends his love" and to think of me whenever they look above don't I know you’ll do the best you can, Dawn I’ll be watching over from beyond the great unknown, it's beckoned me to stay and that endless night gives way to endless day Dawn go on, go on just think how far I’ve come ever closer to the sun as wings unfold to take me home energy, it flows from me to you no, it just can’t stop, it has to follow through and space and time, they intertwine beyond will the soul remain after a shell is gone? and I lie down now on unfamiliar shores with a fate that’s mine but focusing on yours oh Dawn go on, go on just think how far I've come ever closer to the sun as wings unfold to take me home we walked among the gods in the eyes of everyone the furthest from my mind was what I would become like waves of amber brown, out on Martian shores we touched down no future's set in stone I won’t be home can you feel my nuclear pulse? it's growing louder with every thrust Dawn, I was so wrong in my heart is where I long Oh, Dawn, I was so wrong to the stars is where I’ve gone we walked among the gods in the eyes of everyone the furthest from my mind was what I would become through all the time and space out on Martian shores, I swear I saw your face

about

Flashback to January 2001: Shoe-gazing art rock ruled the underground with its hipster irony, FM "rock" radio squawked out the homogenized, faux-angst of nu-metal and The American Plague burst onto an unsuspecting Tennessee music scene, declaring rock 'n' roll war. With a sound described as "a fresh take on late '70s rock with punk sensibility and a metal soul," the Knoxville-based trio quickly built a loyal fan base for its decidedly southern brand of blistering hard rock that packs the power of Motörhead and Black Sabbath dousing it with the edgy intensity of the Stooges and the Ramones. But as the band is quick to point out, they like to do their own thing. "We've got our influences, but we're not trying to spin the wheels exactly like our musical heroes did, or still do," Alexander says. "If you want to hear Sabbath or Motörhead, you pay $50-$75 and go see them. If you want to get your face chewed off for five or ten bucks, come talk to us."

The steady touring has garnered The American Plague dedicated converts across the country. They've shared the stage with The Cramps, Buckcherry, 10 Years, Electric Frankenstein, Nashville Pussy, Agent Orange, Danko Jones, George Thorogood, The New York Dolls and a slew of other notable artists. "I love playing for crowds that don't expect it and expose people to new music," Alexander says. "Our goal with this band is to bring back real rock 'n' roll music, to make folks realize there's really an alternative to the 'alternative' they're used to."

The American Plague is

James Alexander - vocals, guitars
Dave Dammit - bass
Tilmon "The Ambassador" Navarre - drums


Kiss of Death

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released April 28, 2009

Recorded February 2009 at Pale Horse Studios, Holiday Hillz, Tennessee
Produced and engineered by Ryan T-Diddy Johnson
Mixing/mastering: Mike Dearing
Photo/layout: Travis "I-can't-believe-the-shit-I-do-for-free" Stevens

All songs by Jaw / The American Plague, (c) 2009 Rosebud Bayou Music, BMI.

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