I'MMATURE, by Bochek

I'MMATURE

by Bochek

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1.	Ray Gun 05:04	lyrics	buy track
Torture chamber This operator is a traitor Plots his schemes using mundane razors And trip wires that trigger deja vu Swings with wooden pool sticks that Never miss their cue Operator, burn those old blueprints And try something new Zap me with your ray gun I’m in need of something different For sure Deliverance by any means Laser laser Vaporize Shoot me right in the Only slightly better than a bed wetter Immature in the art of sadism it’s quite sad Sure you can muster up some mustard gas That’s got a style all on it’s own But i’m itching for a unique feeling A weapon I’m unsure you could hone Zap me with your ray gun I’m in need of something different For sure Deliverance by any means Laser laser Vaporize Shoot me right in the Slap me right on the Touch me right in the Touch me right on the Fuck me right in the Shoot me right in the Hit me right in the Slap me right Slap me slap me Zap me with your ray gun I’m in need of something different For sure Deliverance by any means Laser laser Vaporize
2.	Fermentation 05:34	lyrics	buy track
Can I get that pungent juice We can make it soon But i want it now, I want it I want you there Would it be wrong to be? It would be quite brief Jar up an embrace Face to face 1 on 1 Laced with sex I long to ingest Let’s be honest Is there somethin’ fermenting? Should we elaborate on this instinct? Do not suppose this is a vice we should indulge in How did we even begin to create this odor? Can i get some love No No No No Just want the pleasure without the disdain Treat it like a temporary remedy Let the insanity seep through our pores But is it worth it? I want it, I need it, I’ll seize it A looming notion of treason illuminates the reason I set up a mental net Is there somethin’ fermenting? Should we elaborate on this instinct? Do not suppose this is a vice we should indulge in How did we even begin to create this odor? It’s a shame So strange the reasons why we should not copulate Don’t want a stain on my history You are technically still a mystery It’s in our best interest that we separate Oh it’s a shame Why? Why do we play these games? Why do we have to? Why? Oh why? Why can’t I feel you? I wish it were more elusive Intruding are thoughts of confusion 1 on 1 on 1 on 1 on 1 on 1 on 1 on 1
3.	Radar 04:34	lyrics	buy track
So close yet, So far away from where I reside I can see you clearly As a blip Been watching so Eagerly Live on the radar I See you haven’t traveled far x2 Live on the radio Precisely where I sense the song Where to? next, I will follow Trace the silhouette Study the patterns of your movements Sendin’ signals Hintin’ that We’re not done, yet no we're not Live on the radar I See you haven’t traveled far x2 Live on the radio Precisely where I sense the song Same distance we was before As yesterday and the day before Should I have expected something More and we're live now... Live live live live live On the radar
4.	Hi-Lo-Fi 05:13	lyrics	buy track
Strapped tight Is the gas mask Inhale Nothing but smog Warped tape Supplies sensations through sound Overcome with numbness in toes Profound no doubt Struck Hard Spinnin’ The modes be shiftin’ Wipe off the grime Lenses must be filthy Presence Makes itself known Presents mysterious glow Scrub that glass right You’re not seeing straight Apparition forcing its weight Entombed in fumes Struck Hard Spinnin’ The modes be shiftin’ Wipe off the grime Lenses must be filthy Hi-Lo-Fi Struck Hard Spinnin’ The modes be shiftin’ Wipe off the grime Lenses must be filthy Hi-Lo-Fi

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released July 17, 2018

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Bochek Providence, Rhode Island

just what does bochek mean?
for the band, it means tossing the manual in the bin. haphazard decisions. seeing what sticks. frenetic song structures & spontaneous improvisation that rewrites the framework of the very songs theyre playing in real time. bochek’s esoteric brand of indie rock is an alchemical fusion of the tastes and interests of its contributors. and they’re a bunch of fuckin freaks. ... more