W​.​H​.​A​.​T​.​S​.​T​.​H​.​A​.​T.

by MUTANK

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W.H.A.T.S.T.H.A.T. (We Have Alotta' Thrash Songs That Have Abbreviated Titles) is simultaneously five short crossover thrash songs and one long progressive thrash song. In order to hear this EP as it was meant to be experienced you will need to purchase a physical copy or download the tracks, streaming online does not do it justice.

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released June 16, 2017

Stephen Reynolds - Vocals/Bass
Ahmed Daas - Drums
Costa Skoulikas - Lead/Rhythm Guitar
Lee Whiskey - Lead/Rhythm Guitar

All music written by MUTANK except for "D.E.A.T.H." written by MUTANK with Steven Breen and Mike Molloy
All lyrics written by Stephen Reynolds
Recorded by Topon Das with Apartment 2 Recordings
Produced by Topon Das and MUTANK
Cover art by Andrei Bouzikov

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MUTANK Montreal, Québec

Listen up, Scumbags! You want loud, in your face, no-nonsense crossover thrash from another planet? MUTANK is here to tell you they don't care what you want! Fast-riffs? Check! Rippin' solos Check! Disestablishmentarianistic poser-bashing revelry? Check yo'self, FOOL! Stop living a fucking lie, stop giving a fuck what people think and prepare for some neck-aerobics. This is MUTANK! ... more

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Track Name: L.I.F.E.
(instrumental)
Track Name: I.D.I.O.T.
My brain's a backed-up toilet
Can't function cuz' somebody soiled it
The posterior of prosperity

Thoughts too inbred to decongest
They're unrelated so it can't be incest
As I plunge into depravity

Denihilation

Regretribution

I stare into the boretex
Hold-up in my negativity fortress
The final boss of misery

And the abyss stares back at me
I hear it state matter-of-factly
"I see myself in this entity"

There's gotta be a better way
(A better way)
To spend my fucking Saturday
(repeated x6)
Track Name: P.O.P.U.L.O.U.S.
I know what you want
I also know what you need
A null sycophant
Versus a beating, respectively

I might play the enemy
But you act like you're a friend to me
So for now we do things the ignoramus way

Body pollution's the only solution so I
Make up problems just to have a reason to get high

Or I'll just eat my woes away
In my pig sty is where I stay

Fool who plays the intellectual who plays the fool
In this I see indecisiveness, it's time to choose

Chip away the stone or vomit concrete
Tower over enemies of topple at their feet

And if you're hungover
I'll bottle up how I feel
But if you're drunk I'll come over
And bring my bottle with me

I might play the enemy
But you act like you're a friend to me
So for now we do things the ignoramus way

The ignoramus way
Track Name: F.O.G.
I walk around saying "It's too late"
I know it ain't
I guess that's why I hold my breath under the water
'til I come back up and drown in air

No Fair

And I can't seem to clear the fog
It's not just me
Meteorologists agree that the sun and moon will soon align
And eclipse the light you shine on me

So Please

Make room in your tomb for me
Make room in your tomb for me
Make room in your tomb for me

I may never see the light again
Why try to pretend
(repeated x3)

Make room in your tomb for me
Make room in your tomb for me
Make room in your tomb for me
Track Name: D.E.A.T.H.
To all the fans who rush the front
To anyone stand in the back scrutinizing
To anyone who listens at home
Or on your way to work, or school
Or whatever the fuck you do

To the metal press who work for less
To show promoters, venue owners
Light and sound controllers

To the elite who rep MUTANK on their vest
Or all the metalheads who can't be identified
By how they dress

Music trends never end
But don't seem to last too long

One likes to think that one's above it
But when I'm dead will you listen to my song

The old me
Which is coincidentally the young me
Could never have seen what I would come to be

A Hand of infinitesimal size
Extends it's reach and swallows up the sky
Stealing the black from the pupils of your eyes

You thought that death could stop us
You haven't seen us play
I hear you talkin' talkin' talkin'
What's that you say