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ACT ONE

by Indica In Decay

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nicknickelodeon This has been on my shortlist of albums I've been looking forward to this year. Reminds me off all the weird-ass post hardcore/synthpunk bands in the 00's like XBXRX, the Mae Shi, and Gravy Train!!!! Let's get freaky with a one man band singing about burnout and wait for Act 2. Favorite track: COULDA, SHOULDA, WOULDA //Act One::Scene Four// (ft. Sad Snack, Eevie Echoes, Musicubes).
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    Indica In Decay's ACT ONE on slime green cassette. Includes an Indica In Decay zine with illustrated plot to this story's first act. Written by Ilan Moskowitz. Art by Simon Jane. Cassette and download feature bonus remixes. Live cover song exclusively on cassettes.

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1.
Fifteen years of mopwater and a dream that's corroded along the way. Sure, I'll join your band To get cheap rent. The band broke up? I'll beg to stay. Slumlord social theorist Wake your tenants to Leftover Crack. Slumlord fake anarchist It's just aesthetics for a money grab. And you brag about How you don't work for The one percent. You get by By gauging out My rent. The best ever death Metal band out of Denton would be Ashamed to have a fan like you. Your Postmates' driver's Coughing up some blood in the Teargas streets you order through. And your tenants all have rights Lawyer up, suppress Their voice in court. Shame can be a little Itty, bitty revolution. So say the unread books that bar your door. And you brag about How you don't work for The one percent. You get by By gauging out My rent. It's been 15 years of mopwater And still working for The same matchstick men You get by By gauging out my rent
2.
To this ungrateful crowd, Another Oasis Cover. Scanning the room For some consolation lover. The band's all left the stage As you take your whole life Your whole life on the . . . Watching you take your revenge Always made me less helpless. When people' your forced to become Aren't always your first pick And when lives that you long to escape They shall always embrace us But there's no such thing as a healthy Cover of Oasis It's all just A cry for help Didn't see me in the crowd, Watch you with your new drummer. The songs were all the same But the band was much younger. The band's all left the stage As you take your whole life Your whole life on the . . . Watching you take your revenge Always made me less helpless. When people' your forced to become Aren't always your first pick And when lives that you long to escape They shall always embrace us But there's no such thing as a healthy Cover of Oasis It's all just A cry for help
3.
I wake up In the Practice Space Again Respawned at the venue Again dude Spitting venomous tendrils At bigger better bands I don't drum in Respawn Shinto ghost In a sunless Catacomb Of false exceptionalism Pray the other spirits here Haven't drained all the beer From the vending machine, Venture forth For vitality potions Fuckboi benefactors Got the place shot up 86'ed citywide Now we're laundromat drunk Best new Craigslist band to Join, flee from and debunk Here comes the breakdown You've been putting off Right in the fare inspector's face On a midtown bus You stole my lyrics For a Twitter feed Dopamine boost Years before Your death They're still online And I see them sometimes When the public library Hasn't banned Me from access I'm from the Kingdom of Joseph Your Evil Eye has no Dominion over me Little prayer that I say Cuz there's always someone Jerking off next to me At the public library
4.
I show up to your funeral Though enemies innumerable They wanna know if my attempts at art Have hastened my decay A demo tape in an open grave Waiting at the Pearly Gates You get handed one last demo tape Sounded pretty good, I thought you'd say It's a little too late to matter Your obit eclipsed the shit upon the internet When I went to see which songs you re-recorded next And look at me, I got the only demo copies left And I Thought that you might want 'em back It coulda been good But it would never be great So why wasn't it good? Why wasn't it? A centuries gentrificate, The Lady of the Lake to the San Francisco Bay. She finds me drunk at work, my new band's disintegrate. With your old guitar Excalibur. Frontman haunting your producer's house Can't get the hissing Of the snare drums out. Becomes King Saul, Excalibur's in my hands now. And fade into obscurity. Stare too long & posters stare back from the walls I wasn't born here this is just where my engine stalled And look around you it's just a bunch of caustic folderol But you always sang those songs so well It coulda been good But it would never be great So why wasn't it good? Why wasn't it?
5.
This is your Fast Food Radio DJ Playing songs and news So loud you can't sleep here So motherfucker wake up. So motherfucker wake up! So motherfucker wake! It seems the mythical guitar Excalibur Has found a new champion In another local self destructive Local scenester kid And so it goes. And we wish her well On her journey With Silicon Valley's answer to The capriciousness of human existence: The flawless Songwriting A.I.! We're all gonna get Real automated real soon You might not have noticed But it's already happened to you

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THE FIRST INSTALLMENT!
OF THE ONGOING!
INDICA IN DECAY STORY!

Our Opera opens with our hero Indica: a drunk and desperate fame chaser of a drummer who comes to possess a magical guitar, Excalibur.

This guitar writes unquestionably perfect songs for those who possess it, all of whom chosen by the ancient Lady of the Lake. But it has driven her former bandleader/lover Arthur to suicide.

Will the songs Excalibur writes for Indica bring the stardom she's sought? Will that actually make her happy?

And what fiends will try to take Excalibur from her?
How far will they go???

Possessing Excalibur pits Indica against a new, twisted, sentient songwriting A.I., as well as all the other desperate wannabes who wish to possess Excalibur and stay in the music publishing market against this new landscape of flawless songwriting machines or magic!

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released May 9, 2023

RECORDED AT PORTLAND UNDERGROUND RECORDING
ADDITIONAL TRACKING BY MUSICUBES

ALL MUSIC/LYRICS COMPOSED BY ILAN MOSKOWITZ
ALL SONGS PERFORMED BY ILAN MOSKOWITZ
ADDITIONAL KEYS: MUSICUBES
ADDITIONAL VOCALS: EEVIE ECHOES
SAXOPHONE: JOSH PM

ALL SONGS MIXED BY SPENCER OINGS
AND MASTERED BY SEBASTIEN POLI,
EXCEPT 'COULDA, SHOULDA, WOULDA,'
MIXED BY MUSICUBES
MASTERED BY TAPE GIRL

ALL ALBUM & ZINE ART BY BLUE HARE COMIX
ZINE STORY & LAYOUT BY ILAN MOSKOWITZ

ACT ONE ZINE / CASSETTE BY FAKE PUBLISHING MILLIONAIRES
AND SKA PUNK INTERNATIONAL

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Indica In Decay San Francisco, California

Ongoing synth rock opera from Ilan Moskowitz (Sad Snack) starring Indica - a wannabe musical superstar - who gains a magic guitar through a former frontman / lover’s suicide.
The Excalibur guitar writes perfect songs, unlocking Indica's dreams.
But it pits her against a twisted, sentient, songwriting A.I., and other desperate wannabes wishing to posses that power.
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