Genracion Suicida “Flexi Para Latinoamerica” E.P.

This new two song release by LA punk band, Generacion Suicida is stellar. I love how clean it is. In the spirit of The Zeros with a nod to “Night Time” era Killing Joke — mostly the chorused guitar effect — and the immediacy of Los Crudos. Their full-length, “Con La Muerte a Tu Lado,” released a year ago, is also available at their bandcamp page. There is a significant evolution in  the execution and production of the songs on their full length and their latest effort. You can hear the band growing as song writers. Hope they come down to San Diego soon.

Mexican Shoe Thief and Mexican Camel Tow

Here’s a two fer free download of Cabron’s magnum opus’ Mexican Camel Tow and Mexican Shoe Thief.

Mexican Camel Tow:
Mexican Shoe Thief:

Mexican Shoe Thief Lyrics Posted!!!

Leo finally sent me the ALL they lyrics for our record. Here they are! Enjoy!


Have you ever worked more than 60 hours in any given week?

At a job you despise with every fiber and grain of your being?

D’you ever stop to think that you’re not alone man,

No you’re not alone!

We’re all stumbling towards the same ending, thankless and dying.

But you’re not alone man, sister we’re with you in the factories and fields

Toiling away, just to get a sense, a sense of something real.

We’ll be waiting at the end when the credits roll and the curtain close,

And when the last whistle blows we’ll be there, yeah we’ll be there.

Carve out an existence

To stand tall amidst the giants

One voice to rattle the tyrants.

You’re not alone man!

Shut yer hole

I just thought that I would let you know,

It’d do you better if you shut your hole

’cause when you speak it starts to smell like shit

Falling in clumps, we need to clamp that chin

Just shrugging, ignoring, thinking you’re holy

Keep throwing sticks on the open flame

Winking, sniffing, thinking you own me

I’d give anything to see you dead,

Gutted and strung up like a pig I dread

In simplest terms it’s best to be sincere

Your manners and words all bull shit and fear

You keep shrugging, ignoring, thinking you’re holy

Keep throwing sticks on our open flame

Winking, sniffing, thinking you own me


We’re the ruling architects of semantic infrastructures

Coded in concrete and script

Not paper that’ll tear easily

Pay your fines and dues

You life is our to use

Boiler plate mission statements

Distributed to all the right folks

Conflict resolution is our diplomatic mantra

Pay your fines and dues

The kids are ours to use

Fuel the white, red, blue

Your labor is ours to use


What do you wish to accomplish?

What is your goal in life?

Do you want a family?

Do you want three kids and a wife?

Well it doesn’t really matter, because to me life is just a game

Just one thing to remember

Deep down inside we’re all the same

You gotta learn to give a little

Learn to lend a hand

Don’t think only of yourself

Please understand

Today in all the confusion

Everyone’s talking about no. 1

About fuckin succeeding

And getting their share before life’s done

Living your life for you, it’s just another selfish attitude

Who are you gonna turn to

When hard times get a hold on you?

Hobo Sex

Hearsay, all the shit they write about us

As if nobody’s speaking

Pink face with a snout, ears, tail and all

Keep us feeding and feeding

The mute speak while the blind are kept in the dark

But there’s nobody listening

Loose change filling cups, you’re bound to a wall

And I know what you’re thinking too

We say it’s a problem that no, that no one can solve

But you, you keeping spending n shit

Well what are you gonna do?



There is no band

This is just a recording

No there is no band

Yeah this is just a recording

Set the wheels into motion

Live to shake the foundation

Crumble the memory to dust

Razors sharpening with age

Social anxiety

Silence broken by the bombast of sex

Social anxiety

Silence broken by the bombast……

Can you hear it?

A few well placed words, can incite lust

And a whisper of treachery can incite murder…

Silencio! Silencio! Silencio!
No es banda, es solo una grabacion….

Cabron EP and New Songs Posted

Our 7 song EP Mexican Shoe Thief  is going to be released online for free on Oct. 8th (or sometime around there), yeah thats right, for free. Who buys CD’s anymore anyway? We’ve posted 4 new tunes on our myspace page. The songs were recorded live to 2″ tape at Audio Design Studio in San Diego, CA and engineered by Dan Maier (Head Wound City, The Plot to Blow Up The Eiffel Tower, Some Girls). Bobrob (guitar) will be doing a limited run of about 500 silk screened wood block 12″ covers that we’ll sell at shows for about 7 bucks. We’ll put a blank disc with a site you can download the tunes from in it along with an insert for lyrics. Basically people will pay for the art if they come and see us and if people really want we’ll mail them. We’ll probably put it out on vinyl in the spring after we save enough kola nuts and bottle caps since people seem to actually pay for vinyl. Basically Bob talked to some of his high ranking industry contacts and was told that we wouldn’t recoup the cost of making, printing, releasing a ‘CD’ and that it’d be better just to release that shit ourselves, which is cool with us.

Who needs record labels anyway? It’s the same thing punk bands have been doing for the past 30 years.  I am talking about bands that go from town to town in a crappy 15 passenger van with a trailer playing dives and making just enough for gas money and a taco bell bean burritos.

You can scope 4 new songs on our myspace