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Dogs of Entertainment

by The Fatty Acids

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    Our 4th full-length 'Dogs of Entertainment' released by Forged Artifacts on cassette tape! Play it in yer car!!

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1.
Digested 04:25
growing up under the alpha overcompensating to get into his view head nod to say we're cool held out a hand covered with flavour dust from the junk food growing up under the alpha man, it left me black and blue synapses refuse to fire like they did in youth keep my eyes glued on the beast following in the rearview how many times must i spit in the eye of this demon 'fore he gets it? how many times must i pass the peace pipe to this god 'fore he hits it and admits that we are sinless with exception of the semen from the rich man digested growing up whilst still drunk on youth left him nothing to pursue and self-pity oozed out of his pores onto the sweatshirt of his alma mater i ran his bath water growing up he looked down on me so i turned myself into a bloodthirsty dude no culture to lose hunting for sport just to leave every corpse at your shined shoes how many times must i spit in the eye of this demon 'fore he gets it? how many times must i pass the peace pipe to this god 'fore he hits it and admits that we are sinless with exception of the semen from the rich man digested in our system in the suburbs at the doorstep with a six-pack ceaseless knocking he hears nothing lets himself in american
2.
i, like anybody else, am arranged of many cells and am ashamed by what my mouth silently says to no one else i should have gone back to school, but i am sleeping by the pool and is it kidney-shaped and cool? and are my tits symmetrical??? i try not to freak out about it anymore i am staring at a screen and i am screaming for a team we laugh it off, but secretly i am afraid of what it means the way the chains are all arranged makes every city look the same and every war our parents waged we are still fighting here today then why the disconnect between the way i want to and the way i live
3.
Ghostess 03:36
your hero, he has a logo shaved into his hair and likens himself to jesus and i can't help but care only give you business when i'm sick i've got some reasons to not be homesick you're honest like a sentence pushing politics pushing learn to hate the bodies we barely understand from hairline to wrinkle each cell and synapse don't you feel discouraged, it's the age we're in hiding secrets in the lines of choruses cut by the broad sword of some drug lord of whom i owe sums soon
4.
WG EX BF 03:50
lying by omission not a concept you've heard of, much less understood? i've got doubts about it laying on the floorboards you think we can't tell how well you treat yourself? it must be a pleasure being you how blessed are we to sing the tune of benign worries, but i'm bracing for bad news floating in the ocean like our dead bloodline don't cut yourself open just to taste the brine waking up from another dream i am ashamed of having the capacity to have conjured up: "I am agoraphobic in the daytime, but by night, like werewolf, roam under the streetlights. I was born to get lost in the shelves of self-help sections. Born to have a gray London disposition. I was born to never ever be born again and i was born to be the WG EX BF."
5.
Sequins 04:43
drunk on my youth and i've been chasing an ellusive freedom that some cartoon sold my subconscious before i had been given the wits to decipher truth wooing a well-attended wake with fresh cut flowers for the vase sometimes i think that i will stay forever, sometimes i think i'll leave today but in the morning you ask me what i'm thinking and it seems a question comically invasive on the path of least resistance, i think, "do i really think at all? am i re-arranging prejudices, would i know if i had never thought?" but in the morning i feel a dread start creeping you say, "the light is golden" but all i see are sequins you make a noise like an animal you make a noise like a narcissist and i am working on a poem as if we need another self-journalist
6.
skipped being humble, went straight for your servant trying to take advice from the younger kids cuz they got this confidence that i swear must be inherent and for it i would trade all my worldly possessions skipped being humble, went straight for your servant trying to take advice from my older friends cuz they all got what they want and they worked hard to obtain it meanwhile i roll around with the dogs of entertainment but me i don't know what i want and i've got no motivation to do the things i see people do for their position
7.
Wake Me 05:06
i wanna die inside a house with souvenirs on homemade shelves and the gratitude to've had a pot to piss in repeat it under my breath thrice per day: "i believe in what i say." (but it's hard to know with no second opinion) i'm singing, "change me, cuz i'm older, but still feel the same." i really hope they like you for the soul revealed in your art-forms and not the body pictured in your press kit (to market) but i'm sure the kid has seen his fair share of tear-shedding i'm not ashamed to cry now that i have custody he says to me, "wake me when i'm older and nothing has changed." under light from a deadbeat star that had skipped town long before our existence even was considered by grandparents i wanna ask if we're still friends, but i don't wanna come off as one who needs deliberate, declaration of valid friendship wake me when you're older and have something to say
8.
Strangers 02:45
"I was hoping you wouldn't write me back." "It was okay to lie, when we strangers, but now we share a name and so I need the truth. Will you take the fire escape while I'm running the bath?" "I'm living a dream. The problem is that it's not mine." "Tell me what you saw that made you feel for once that you could follow through. Do you even remember?" "Peel me off the floor, point me toward my home. One of us must change and I hope it's not you." "I'm living a dream. The problem is that it's not mine." In Memphis, staring at porcelain and hoping I don't die: "... Spend my 30s starting over, spend my 40s in a coma. Act like it's as imminent as it is."
9.
someone lives in your house and they love you isn't that enough?
10.
Doomsbros 03:07
met you in my childhood you were hailed as king holed up in my bedroom writing songs just to get signed overdose or venue fire everyday granted rebirth cuz your name's on our t-shirts you don't spell your name right you are optimized the search engine knows you from what could you hide? (vacation's a mindset and i cannot find it) recording onto a tape waiting for a different age studs to prove this jacket is more than denim, a relic writing songs just to get high overdose when you get fired body is a green room snack blood is a green room six-pack

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released February 21, 2017

Written and Recorded by The Fatty Acids
Mixed by Josh Evert and The Fatty Acids
Extra mixing help from Harrison Colby, Casey O’Brien and Ryan Ruprecht
Mastered by Carl Saff
Saxophone by Jay Anderson on tracks 1 & 4
Vocals by Treccy Marquardt-Thomas on tracks 2 & 7
Artwork by Rachel Sanders. Instagram - yayguys

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The Fatty Acids formed in 2008 in a dingy basement in the Riverwest neighborhood of Milwaukee, Wisconsin. Since then, they have put out three self-recorded and mixed albums and have one on the way this February.

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