Get It On

by Gentleman Loser

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The debut full-length album by Madison, Wisconsin duo of M. Anonymous and J. Killcrop, originally known as intergalactic Sugar Club. Electronic music meets traditional music meets psychedelica meets just-plain-weird. Album is only $5 WOW WHAT A DEAL!. WAIT NOW IT'S A FREE DOWNLOAD HOLY FUCK!

This album is a precursor to what became Gentleman Loser. At the time, we considered the two projects as separate in style and aim, though after Get It On's original release, it was realized that our two projects had merged and were indistinguishable from one another in many ways. We even regularly played iSC songs at Gentleman Loser shows.

This album is a re-release. A retro-de-facto Gentleman Loser album under a different name. Thus we re-release it under the Gentleman Loser moniker, just as we should have all those years ago when it was released as intergalactic Sugar Club's.

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released January 29, 2010

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Track Name: Get It On
It's a fine time to rhyme like a Magnificent Bastard
We feel for the sweet niche beat, let the music be our master
Try to capture the rapture
I'm free falling faster than an asteroid cast from the atmosphere
Spelling out disaster
These fat tracks are re-packed by Daku Mata's label
Remixed, fixed and tricked out until we're just barely able
To keep the noise from girls and boys from frying the speaker cable
Taking the sound, shaking the ground, making the molecules unstable
One goal, seize control and let the masses make music
We record it, reward it, encourage the youngsters to do it
Till there's no need for MCs, producers or venues
We'll all hand out our shit like it was a chinese take out menu
Overthrowing an industry that has got it all wrong
We try to reach out and breach the next barrier of song
We make sound to fit the night and hit horizons like the dawn
Stick to standing and jumping it's time to get it on
Track Name: Petey Policeman
Policeman policeman, help me please
Someone went and stole my knees
I chased them down, but I suspect
My feet and legs just won't connect
Connect...connect...
Policeman policeman, help me please
Someone went and stole my knees
I chased them down, but I suspect
My feet and legs...won't connect
Policeman policeman, help me please
Someone went and stole my knees
I chased them down, but I suspect
My feet and legs just won't connect
Connect...connect...
Policeman policeman, help me please
Someone went and stole my knees
I chased them down, but I suspect
...won't connect....
Policeman...hello please...some...one went
They stole my knees, chase them down...
...won't connect....
Policeman policeman, help me please
Someone went and stole my knees
I chased them down...
...won't connect.......won't connect....
Track Name: Guy at the Gym
I knew the moment I saw him, he was more than I could
So flawless, my eyes followed I walked through the door
And my core started to spin once again I was enslaved
Trapped in the land of the free, scared by the home of the brave
Bright collar so white I could smell the right wing
Put down my hammer and my sickle and I started to sing
Not knowing that you controlled my own emancapation
When you bought bribed and stole every radio station
You were at the top, I set up shop in a corner of my basement
Fight to keep on writing and that's just how my days went
Mix and master, (unknown), try to do my own thing
Trying to envision a time before these executives and bling
Before consecutive years of the industry getting soft
Autotune is making songs out of these farts and coughs
Try to hide my sorry behind lies and start to scoff
I borrowed money from my mom to set this album out
All the same, it's a shame that it will never get played
But it's not for fame, it's all music that just had to be made
For the love love of the game, the pain and all the times I was afraid
For the nights that my life balanced on the edge of a blade
Every single tomorrow is another hour out on the limb
Rich white men might run the pool but I decide to sink or swim
My cup may not run over, but it's up close to the brim
One more musical messiah and the guy at the gym
Track Name: Buried Child
I was gonna run last night
I was gonna run and keep on running
I drove all night
Clear to the Iowa border
Old man's tool box sitting right on the seat beside me
It never stopped raining the whole time
It never stopped once
I could see myself in the windshield
My face, my eyes
I studied my face
I studied everything about it
As though I was looking at another man
As though I could see his whole race behind him
Like a mummy's face
Like I saw him dead and alive in the same breath
In the windshield I watched debris
Frozen in time
Every breath marked him, marked him forever, without him knowing
And then his face changed
His face became his father's face
Same bones, same eyes, same nose, same breath
And his father's face changed to his grandfather's face
And it went on like that, changing
Clear back on to faces I've never seen before, but still recognize
Still recognized the bones, the eyes, the mouth...
I followed my family clear into Iowa
Every last one of them
Straight into the corn belt
Straight as far as they would take me
Then it all dissolved
Everything dissolved
Track Name: Sharp Objects
Stabby stabby stabby stabby stabby stabby schwing...
Knives...knives...knives...knives...
Scimitar! Scimitar!
Throwing star!
Spear! Spear! Knives.