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Shrine of the Orange Sunn - EP

by Eight Foot Manchild

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flightoficarus (Metal Trenches)
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flightoficarus (Metal Trenches) The perfect name for this big lumbering mass of brass.
- MetalTrenches.com Favorite track: Shrine of the Orange Sunn.
Steve Rodger
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Steve Rodger Never was a tag more appropriate than genre-bending.
Scott Spiers
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Scott Spiers If you're already a fan of Eight Foot Manchild, this is an EP to go nuts over. If you're new to the band, this is the perfect time to dive straight in. This is a well-planned and executed dose of Doombrass that exceeds my expectations in every way. With Shrine of the Orange Sunn, they're clearly evolving past the "novelty act" they could easily become. The cleaver lyrics, nods to Zappa and Crimson, and movie clips are all here.

But man, it's so much more than that!

-cleanandsoberstoner.com Favorite track: Take It To The Chorus, Titanosaurus.
FDJ (Desert Psychlist)
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FDJ (Desert Psychlist) Crushing riffs and honking brass is not a combination you come across everyday but its one i'd like to hear more of, especially if its as good as this! Favorite track: Take It To The Chorus, Titanosaurus.
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High above the Valley of Germanium Fuzz Where the flannel-clad goat people run A paisley-robed monk standing guard at the gate To the Shrine of the Orange Sunn Long have I wandered to find myself here Feeling the need in my bones Tell me, o master, what is the secret To the sickest, most crushingest tones? Solid state and feelin’ great You heard the chords ringing from miles away And that’s where your quest had begun Searching for wisdom, you followed the sound To the Shrine of the Orange Sunn Pray to the saints of the Rat and the Muff Give penance through riff every day For the key to the sickest, most crushingest tones Was the friends that you made ‘long the way Solid state and feelin’ great Pie Iommi domine Dona eis riffeum
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Even if you're a cyborg, I still love you
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We need to have robots To build up an army And we don't have the time To invent them
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Well I woke up this mornin Took a look in the mirror Saw somethin starin back at me I was frozen with fear I put a hand to my face When what to my surprise Five claws scratchin mandibles And a pair o compound eyes And I said ah christ Gotta seek some advice Went and asked my ol lady Oh how can this be? She said man you got some nerve right here To come cryin to me so why don’t you just Put on your coat and hat right now And crawl yourself out the door These gears ain’t gonna grease themselves And you don’t wanna be poor So get off the floor Oh what can I do? You wretch of the earth You sleep with the rest of the vermin Vermin Before you had changed You knew every boss was a bastard Bastard Have you given up Or did you not know that cockroaches fly? So fuck it

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released July 14, 2023

Dylan Foley: Guitar, vocals
Sara Honeywell: Trombone, vocals
Mr Squirrel: Baritone sax
Alison Earnhart: Tuba
Steve Kosinski: Drums

Composed, recorded, mixed, and mastered by Dylan Foley at The Bang Space
Drums recorded at Slow Cooker Studios, asst. engineer Joel Edinberg
Artwork by Dylan Foley, except for "Seatopia Lost" by Sunny Miratrix

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Eight Foot Manchild Medford, Massachusetts

The world's first and therefore best DOOMBRASS band - crushing riffs and filthy, funky horns.

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