Wrong Shade Of Orange

by MAD SPANNER

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released July 18, 2017

All instruments performed/written by Michael Randall except, with a great deal of thanks and appreciation...

'Escape Into Reality' lead guitar written by Mark Bashford

Outro guitar solo on 'I Was Caught Shitting In A Plastic Bag' performed by Josh Jebb. Also contributed the 'Balls!' chants in 'Avocado Commando'

Kieran Scott on guttural vocals and gang vocals for 'Massacre Of The Flies' and 'Alektorophobic Nosebleed' respectively. Also has credit for mixing the entire album and creating the album artwork. Without Kieran's support and belief, this album may not have been made. Thank you, thank you and thank you!


Also a shout out to Dan Ashley for lending me both his punk as fuck 5 string and his super slender 7 stringed guitars for which the album was recorded with. I hope we play many gigs man, glad your on board!


...See you all at the front!

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MAD SPANNER Shrewsbury, UK

MAD SPANNER began as a solo project by Michael Randall in Aberystwyth, now relocated in Shrewsbury. Always aching to play live and put on a great show - guaranteed loud noise, shouting at things, and throwing up on peoples shoes!

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Track Name: Wrongshade
Outcasts, losers, social defects
Losing fights with inanimate objects
So crank it up, drink a beer while were here
...It's the wrong shade of orange!

Geeks, wierdos, acid casualties
It's time to party, so sod anxiety!
Crank it up, drink a beer while were here
...It's the wrong shade of orange!

Spiral of confusion you are
Chasing tangent after tangent
Sinking even deeper
Losing sight while keeping tunnel vision
On the problem rising by the moment
As urgency rises
Dividing infinity still leaves you with infinity
So you wake up in the moment
Snapping out of this temporal madness
Getting more familiar still!

Price of existential crisis
Getting lost in thought paralysis
There is no answer, what the hell was the question?
...It's the wrong shade of orange!

I'm in a situation
One I cant control
Fight or flight response
And the pressure takes it's toll
Now I'm looking out at you
And your looking back at me
And I'm nodding back at you
But I don't know what to do

Its Anxiety (Attack)

Spiral of confusion you are
Chasing tangent after tangent
Sinking even deeper
Losing sight while keeping tunnel vision
On the problem rising by the moment
As urgency rises
Dividing infinity still leaves you with infinity
So you wake up in the moment
Snapping out of this temporal madness
Getting more familiar still
Getting more familiar still
Getting more familiar still
Getting more familiar still
You wonder why your life is going by faster and faster

Life. Absurd.
It's the wrong shade of orange
Life. Absurd.
remember
We don't know what it means
This life is just a dream...

Wrong Shade of Orange
Track Name: Forced To Use A Shitty Drum Machine
There are no drummers in this town
So were forced to use a shitty drum machine
With the inevitable rise of technology
It will take over, replacement robot souls here to stay

Starting with this bridge transporting you to a dystopian future where we're all robots dancing to a spinning endless never-ending circus vortex of...

ZERO ONE
ZERO ONE
ZERO ONE
ZERO ONE
ZERO
Track Name: I Didn't Kick Your Dog
No I didn't kick your dog (madam)

Misunderstanding, what actually happened was that

I tripped over the pug-faced cunt!

Madam you misunderstand, no I didn't kick your dog!
Track Name: Massacre Of The Flies
Last summer, open window
There's dead birds
Rotting in close proximity
From the carcass, hundred insects
Flying all directions quite dizzily
Swarming vortex, in my room
Such a humming buzzing nightmare
Dilemma granted, whats the solution?
It's insecticidal warfare!

Vomiting and defectating
Musca Domestica posterior
Bacterial breeding site
Contaminated life renewal
Writhing maggots feasting verociously
Hundreds, thousands, millions
Spreading pathogens, entirovirus
Viral Hepatitis!

I stand here with inaction
Conflicted, conscience grips me out of nowhere
I should not be, killing freely
Entomology I should prepare!
As I study, this fine swarm
A single housefly darts into my mouth!
A grossed out trigger
Pacifist disfigure
Time to take these little bastards out!

Today, these flies die
deodorant spray, open flame
roasted husks onto the floor
...was it worth a half-burning house?!

I'm fine with this massacre of the flies...

I will not rest till these fucking housefly's die!
Track Name: I Was Caught Shitting In A Plastic Bag
All Instruments/Written by Michael Randall

Guitar solo - Josh 'Jebb'
Track Name: Get Off Your Bastard Phone (You Anti-Social Dickhead)
We went out to our local
As a bunch of mates
But your zombified and hunched over
Your gadgets makes me quite irate

GET OFF YOUR BASTARD PHONE!

Nokia, Samsung
Motorola, HTC
Apple, Android
Sony and a Blackberry

Get off your bastard phone!

I know I sound old and dated
As you hear me rant and moan
But socially your distracted
And I've never felt more alone

Get off your bastard phone

Hey you I'm going to throw your phone into
A big fiery BBQ
A big stinky portaloo
A den of angry kangaroo
A giant tub of superglue
Cos your an antisocial...Dickhead!!
Track Name: Anal Sex
She asked me to go down
..going down into browntown!
I think it's kinda wierd
When your rimming with a beard
Poo particles get all in there
Incubating in this facial hair
But It is my turn to give
But it is my turn to share

Your crown
Ass of brown
Unhygienic
Playground
But I'l do it for her
But I'l do it for love

Anal Sex
Track Name: Alektorophobic Nosebleed
Pitch black beady blank stupid eyes
Cannibalistic nightmare feathered creatures
This irrational fear is surprisingly common.

Cultivated poultry fascination!
Farmyard fears are forever edging
Billy Broiler Bantam
Beware the pecking order!

But one Halloween on a costume party
poor bugger never ever seen it coming
sitting at the bar with a fresh new round
trying to keep this phobia under control
his mate walks through in a giant chicken outfit
...in a panic, he sprints into a pole!

He had an alektorophobic nosebleed.
Track Name: Got Smashed At The Job Centre
I got smashed at the job centre
I play rock and roll cos I'm back on the dole
I got smashed at the job centre
A sad state of affairs, rock bottom I've been there
All alone in the world, destitution is real
Opportunities dried up, too inebriated to feel
I got smashed at the job centre
I was pissed they perceived so they asked me to leave

Growing up in poverty
Homeless on the rise
Foodbanks almost empty
No-ones giving, no surprise
I had dreams of academia
Student debt keeps me down
Overwhelming pessimism
Misanthropy I have found
But to hell with self-pity
And fuck you Tory scum!
I know where I have come from
I know what I've overcome
I'm not pointing fingers of where our cultures clash
But these are my roots of why I'm playing punk and thrash!

I got smashed at the job centre
I play rock and roll cos I'm back on the dole
I got smashed at the job centre
A sad state of affairs, rock bottom I've been there
All alone in the world, destitution is real
Opportunities dried up, too inebriated to feel
I got smashed at the job centre
I was pissed they perceived so they asked me to leave
Track Name: Avocado Piano
*Ode to pervert
Track Name: Avocado Commando
Avocado Commando

I have this compulsion....
I have this compulsion to show you my balls
I have this compulsion....
I have this compulsion to show you my genitalia

You just have to see my Balls!
You just have to see my balls cos they're fucking massive!!

I didn't ask for this curse, to be a serial pervert
But balls are so fucking huge, like the size of avacado!

...like the size of avocado

I have this compulsion....
I have this compulsion to show you my balls
I have this compulsion....
I have this compulsion to show you my genitalia

That's why they call me Avocado Commando
...You just have to see my balls.
Track Name: Seagulls Haunt Me In My Sleep
I'm not well. It's day 33. I haven't rested properly in weeks. My hollow eyes peek from under the bedsheets because the seagulls haunt me in my sleep. The seagulls haunt me in my sleep.

Their beady eyes stare right through me, directly into my turkeyed soul desperate for leftovers. They have sensed my fear and prepare to form a disappointment swarm and yeah, they come flapping. Urban adaptation has developed these pests to killers. I wail around like a flannel as they peck me senseless. I am nothing but gory cheese as I am torn to pieces and the alpha gull does a single defecation drop on top of me. Toss and turn, toss and turn, tossing cold sweat, I wake up yelling - the seagull fear suffocates me completely like a fat hug, I tear the curtain down to find right there before me, a row of gulls gazing back for more because I'm still just their seagull whore!!

Now it's day 34, and the seagulls haunt me in my sleep.
The seagulls still haunt me in my sleep.
Track Name: Escape Into Reality
Life burns fast
When your living in the past
Delusional Fantasy
Escape into reality!

There is no hope left for you
When chasing smoke is all that you do
Thoughtless bliss ecstasy
Escape into reality!

Equilibrio(in)ception!
Riding this wave of inspiration
Equilibrio(in)ception!
This sense of balance has begun!