The Great American Death Rattle

by Youngblood Supercult

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MG Didn't think they could top High Plains honestly but, they did and made it look somehow easily done and that is just the highest praise in my opinion because High Plains was already phenomenal. Favorite track: Draugr.
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twin_obscenity Been burning High Plains into my ears and mind for a while now and I love it. This is bound for no less a place of reverence as that album. I must give thanks to Bucky and the mighty Charts and of course the band themselves for making it and codes. This is my "first purchase" and more than happy to have this mark it as such. Favorite track: Wormwood.
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Green Revenant This shit better than your mama's cooking Favorite track: Sticky Fingers.
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Steve Rodger Youngblood Supercult have reached instant download no need to listen first status... Superb !! Favorite track: Wormwood.
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FDJ There is no getting away from the fact that Youngblood Supercult are at heart a blues band but they are a blues band who take the genre invert it, shake it, twist it and mould it into something quite different and utterly stunning! Full review here .... stonerking1.blogspot.co.uk/2017/07/youngblood-supercult-great-american.html
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Bucky As expected the new album is a total ripper. The blues are heavy as ever, the psych factor overflowing with dusty fuzz, vocals grizzling with dreamy rigor, and mountains of riffs that rattle the stage like a wild mustang bucking through the Americana spirit world.
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released June 13, 2017

Recorded and mixed by Jon Pederzani.
Remixed and mastered by Joel Nanos of Element Studios, KCMO.

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Track Name: The Great American Death Rattle
Are you present? Are you real?
You can look, but can you feel?
Blind man sees it, deaf man hears,
All my worries, all my fears.
Tell the people, sing my song,
Know I won’t be home that long,
Our destruction is at hand,
It’s too late now, all are damned.
Track Name: Burning Messiah
Led you to paradise,
Land of milk and honey,
A quiet place to rest our heads,
Won’t let them bury us.

But tanks came rolling down the road,
The chariots of dawn.
Thunder from the sky hailed all around.

And the fire rained down.

Walked through Hell for you all,
Took my stand on the mount,
50 days and nights of firefights,
Brought down by Babylon.

And I got tired of giving in,
To enemies of God,
I asked them: “who’s got the first round?”

And the fire rained down.
And the fire rained down.

Brought the first round, oh yes they did,
The seals were opened up,
The sky filled up with smoke.

And the fire rained down.
Track Name: Draugr
In shadows I have come to find,
The buried speak and souls arise.
Past the path of nameless stones,
And long ago forgotten bones.

As fog rolls out beyond the trees,
Through the moss and fairy rings,
In the clearing, four figures stand,
And close the circle, fastened hands.

Listen, can you hear the clanging of the bell?
Breaking through the chains of death’s eternal spell,
Awoken are the dead, come to walk amongst the living.

Crackling from the forest floor,
As ancient graves become no more.
Clawing from the sacred ground,
Delight in that horrific sound.

Overturned, the tombstones lie,
Upon the earth as Hell arrives,
And every creature fears their fate,
As blood flows from perdition’s gate.

Listen, can you hear the clanging of the bell?
Breaking through the chains of death’s eternal spell,
Awoken are the dead, come to walk amongst the living.
Track Name: Wormwood
Ridin’ down the highway at a million miles an hour,
I feel the desert sun beat down upon my back,
And I don’t care that I’ve got bloodstains on my hands,
A man can only take so much before he cracks.

Nowhere in front of me, nothing behind,
I’m all alone inside the heart of the abyss,
Bring me down into the hell that sleeps below,
And I’ll greet the reaper like a long lost friend.

Do you think I’m evil?
I can show you what it’s like.
Do you think I’m evil?

Blissful agony, you’ll learn to love the pain,
It’s the one thing only you can bear to feel,
We’re going southbound now, among the shattered tombs,
Are you prepared to give your life to meet your doom?

Do you think I’m evil?
I can show you what it’s like.
Do you think I’m evil?



I kill with no regret, the pleasure is all mine,
Deathbringer with a newfound lust for blood,
Oh yes, I’m evil, but you knew that all along,
You’re in the arms of wickedness where you belong.

Do you think I’m evil?
I can show you what it’s like.
Do you think I’m evil?

Do you think I’m evil?
I can show you what it’s like.
Do you think I’m evil?
Track Name: The Hot Breath of God
Heavy sky, harvest sun,
Turns the tallgrass brown.
This countryside is unyielding,
Crops wilted to the ground.

Stubborn plow, bringing blisters
On rough and calloused hands.
He wipes the hot sweat from his brow,
The cultivator man.

The house is dusty, there is no water,
No pot above the hearth,
The sun creeps closer, down the heavens,
Mounting hate inside his heart.

He takes the rifle from the closet,
Turns it over in his hands,
Only one slug in the chamber,
For the cultivator man.

The sunset is a wildfire,
Burning shadows on the floor,
Tax man comin’ up the drive,
Now he’s rappin’ at the door,
The old man takes his last breath,
As the bullet leaves the bore.
Track Name: Master of None
I work the night shift,
In my own hell,
Driven by a sorceress’s spell.

I am the meeting,
Of beast and man,
Cursed by my own fated wretched hand.

And the band of malevolent spirits keeps playing in time,
A grim and beautiful dirge of unearthly design.
Pushing my hand to commit unspeakable acts of bloodletting and terror,
These dreams, they are not mine.

Slave to the power,
Of elder speak,
Delivered from a true believer’s cheek.

Live forever,
Within the clutch,
The impact of another’s evil touch.

And the band of malevolent spirits keeps playing in time,
A grim and beautiful dirge of unearthly design.
Pushing my hand to commit unspeakable acts of bloodletting and terror,
These dreams, they are not mine.
Track Name: Mr. Gallows
Looked up at the hanging tree,
It looked back down at me,
Thought it might swallow me up.

I know where my fate lies,
Up towards the gray sky,
On the sturdiest branch of the bunch.

I may be a child,
By my eyes they glow wild,
When I catch just a trace of blood.

When the gunfighters yell,
And that gunpowder smell,
It hits me and I know I’m the one.

Mr. Gallows, Mr. Gallows,
Don’t have no mercy on me.
Tighten the noose as I whistle a tune,
From the branch of the old hanging tree.

I think I was born bad,
My mama once said that,
I’d never make much of a man.

I’m a cold-blooded kid,
With a sinister grin,
And it’s nice to know just what I am.

Mr. Gallows, Mr. Gallows,
Don’t have no mercy on me.
Tighten the noose as I whistle a tune,
From the branch of the old hanging tree.

Mr. Gallows, Mr. Gallows,
Don’t have no mercy on me.
Tighten the noose as I whistle a tune,
From the branch of the old hanging tree.
Track Name: Liberty or Death
The old gods watch from their temples,
At the death of humanity,
The old guard rumble in their rotten graves,
As their visions turn and flee.

Our wrists tied by invisible chains,
And there’s nothing we can do,
To prevent the coming massacre,
A world split in two.

Wasted blood on battlefields,
Turn brothers from their own,
Death troops march into the streets,
To end all we have known.

The swamp is thick with human fiends,
Enslaving us with lies,
We sink in murky watered greed,
And muffled battle cries.

They might destroy the man,
But they’ll never take my freedom.
I know I’ll pay in blood,
For the virtue of my treasons.
I say, “Give me liberty,
Or gladly give me death!”
They’ll never silence me,
Even at my final breath.
Track Name: Sticky Fingers
Woke up in a daze to the daylight’s embrace,
Wasn’t too long ‘fore my brain filled with haze,
Now I’ve got a criminal smile on my face,
But I’m free as a man can be.

I’ve got sticky fingers and a bowl full of embers,
My mind is alive and my body surrenders,
The flower of life opens portals unentered,
And finally my eyes can see.

Smoke signals on the sky,
Sweet grass and spirits high,
Never felt so still and alive, never…

Coming back to the world ‘cause the feeling won’t last,
Got a jar on my table and it grows empty fast,
All I’ve got is some dust at the end of the glass,
But I’ve got some friends to my name.

Smoke signals on the sky,
Sweet grass and spirits high,
Never felt so still and alive, never…