Blood 7 inch

Blood 7" Single

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“Although the fusion may have been touched upon in recordings related to both The Birthday Party and The Gun Club, Algiers are dedicated to grafting gospel music onto post-punk guitar-cuzz…this record is mesmerising and really sucks you in with its weird power. Can’t wait for the LP.”

– Byron Coley (WIRE Magazine)

“I hope it’s not absurd to suggest that this song negates American colonial forces with as much rigor as one of Camus’s essays; that’s exactly how I feel about this song, anyway, and it’s been on my mind all year. (Song of the Year)”

– Nicholas Zettel (Foxy Digitalis)

Franklin James Fisher:

Vocals, Guitars, Keys, Programming, Percussion

Ryan Mahan:

Vocals, Bass, Percussion

Lee Tesche:

Guitars, Programming, Backing Vocals, Percussion

Recorded in NY, London, and Atlanta between 2010-2011
Mixed by Steve Burgan / London, UK
Mastered by Travis Thatcher / Brooklyn, NY

BLOOD

For all your love of soma
All my blood’s in vain
You say your history’s over
All of my blood’s in vain
Your television coma
All my blood’s in vain
It’s gone too far to change
All of my blood’s in vain

Flash across your screen
[They] got you in their hand
Fifteen minutes of freedom
Still 3/5 a man
Sterilize your conscience and disgrace your name
A healthy simulation
All my blood’s in vain

For all your love of soma
All my blood’s in vain
You say your history’s over
All my blood’s in vain
Your television coma
All my blood’s in vain
It’s gone too far to change
All of my blood’s in vain

Liquor stains your table
Women change your bed
You rise on Sunday morning
Just like the living dead
Your Hell is fornication
Your Heaven is the same
But master is complacent
So all of my blood’s in vain

For all your love of soma
All my blood’s in vain
You say your history’s over
All my blood’s in vain
Your television coma
All my blood’s in vain
It’s gone too far to change
All of my blood’s in vain

Four hundred years of torture
Four hundred years a slave
Dead just to watch you squander
Just what we tried to save
Now death is at your doorstep
And you’re still playing games
So drown in entertainment
Cause all our blood is in vain.

Black Eunuch

We are all walking in the dark with the scissors in our hand
We are there when you fall apart when there’s no one in your bed
We are all walking in the dark with the scissors in our hand
We are there when you fall apart when there’s no one in your bed

She said, “Please keep your smile away so we can still be friends”
I’m standing single file
While sex melts in my hand
Desiring other things
That other eyes in other rooms desire
They pay her with their diamond rings
Then she has me wait outside
Then they come crawling out

So, how dare you smile so sweet?
[We are there when you’re in the dark when there’s no one in your bed]
And how dare you speak so soft?
[We are there when you fall apart with no one to hold your head]
No, don’t try to undress me
No, nobody else at all
Nobody else at all
Nobody else at all.