Hostile Takeover

by Americans UK

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Pump a fist and shake a hip to the new EP from Brooklyn, sci-fi rockers, Americans UK! Hostile Takeover is a modern take on new wave, no wave, and post punk for the millennial era. Rock on, space soldiers!

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released 02 September 2014

Written and performed by Americans UK.
Mixed by Jesse Cannon.
Mastered by Alan Douches.
Cover art by Jeff Powell
Featuring additional performances by Sal Principato from Liquid Liquid, Monica Hope, and Greg Nelson.

Americans UK are Jef UK, JTR3, Joel Fine Borg, Mike Ennui, Bizoiko, Johnny Flagday, and Cloyd the Droid.

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Track Name: Lights Out In Zap City
They have won the fight,
They’ve imprisoned our teams,
Now psychics invade dreams,
We are broken.

They go house by house,
Our comms center fell first,
A curfew is enforced by their sentries.

They took magic men,
Bread with super-women,
Death by flying children,
They are monsters.

The buildings run red,
Streets piled high with the dead,
Swift scouts stalk up ahead,
They are faster.

Lights out in Zap City,
Here they come!
Can’t run, can’t hide, can’t get away.
Lights out in Zap City,
Here they come,
Can’t turn, can’t fight, can’t save the day.
Lights out in Zap City!

They have won the fight,
They’ve imprisoned our teams,
Now psychics invade dreams,
We are broken.

They go house by house,
Our comms center fell first,
A curfew is enforced by their sentries.

They came in the night,
Using their enhanced sight,
Moving quicker than light,
They are ruthless.

They fuck in our blood,
Mock our reasons to live,
Death is their gift to give,
We are nothing!

Lights out in Zap City,
Here they come!
Can’t run, can’t hide, can’t get away.
Lights out in Zap City,
Here they come,
Can’t turn, can’t fight, can’t save the day.
Lights out in Zap City!
Track Name: Phenomena-na
We’re made of matter,
And electromagnetic bonds,
Our minds don’t matter,
Emerging from spinning atoms,
Our brains are wired,
To generate these illusions,
We fool ourselves, we make,
Narratives from decisions.

Live and love and work and play and go about your everyday,
Help or hurt, then die and dirt, pretending like we make our own way,
It’s phenomenal: it’s all phenomena,
There is not will there, we’re all just automatons,
It’s so phenomenal: it’s all phenomena,
There is no will there, we’re all just phenomena-na!
Track Name: Writing Back In Time
(I’m ready. Yes, I’m ready.)
Hello, we got your message.
We’re writing back in time to ask you, “why?”
We have so many questions.
You were already gone.
So we’re writing back in time to ask you, “why?”
We came. We came to find you,
But you were already gone.
We travelled so far. But you were already gone.
So we’re writing back in time to ask you,
Why?

[incoming transmission]

We have so many questions.
We found your message, and we came,
So we’re writing back in time to ask you, “why?”
Why?
Why?
Why?
Repeat:
Why
[incoming transmission]
Why
Why
[incoming transmission]
Why
Do you want to play?
Track Name: Fear Wolf
By day he smokes and shaves,
As any gentleman just might.
By night, by the full moon light,
He bites lovely ladies, they die.

By day he walks and waves,
A model citizen of success.
By night, with a predator’s sight,
He strikes, stealing children from beds.

Awoo awoo awoo,
Fear Wolf!

By day he makes his way,
As any man of means just might.
By night, by the full moonlight,
He bites, bloody beastly canines.

By day he smiles and waves,
A model family man and friend.
By night, with a predator’s sight,
He fights—monster stalking his prey.

Awoo awoo awoo,
Fear Wolf!
Track Name: Hostile Takeover
Tear it down, watch the buildings fall, crumble to dust.
The tom drums call, signaling rock n’ roller’s bloodlust.
Guitars rifle-riff-rip through the walls and ceiling,
Hot-lick plasma guns spurt, set the paint to a’ peeling,
And you’re just going to love us now die,
Hostile Takeover.

A-bomb bass sends a tremor through the glimmer and ground.
Hips break rank, twist shake to the sound of the pound.
The enemies knees snap, crack, their ears are a’ bleeding,
Do not give in to them despite all of their pleading,
Cuz they’re just going to love us now die.

Tear it down, watch the old men crumble to dust!
Economies collapse: no food, no fun, no trust!
Americans UK gonna rock for your glory,
No reward is too big, no battlefield is too gory,
Cuz you’re just going to love us now die!
Hostile Takeover!

Americans UK gonna rock for your glory,
No reward is too big, no battlefield is too gory,
Cuz you’re just going to love us now die!
Hostile Takeover!