Nature's Pocket

by Razor Cunts

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After their first EP "Chickmeat", "Nature's Pocket" is Razor Cunts' new album. Iconoclastic, dissonant and yet very pop, Razor Cunts' songs put together feminist anthems and a dark cabaretesque humor using as main instruments two surprising, beautiful, dreamy but also abrasive cellos. Bloody.

from the Quietus:
"Like similarly aurally imperfect and good-humoured outfits such as The Frogs or Half Japanese, the seriousness of Razor Kunts’ social commentary - that is to smash the fucking patriarchy and teach thick people to stop assaulting girls amongst other things - is only emboldened by the fun energy and rough delivery. Brilliant!"

from SWIT:
"Yes, this is truly extraordinary, in your face agitpop. Feminism with a capital FUCK. Darkdark humour, keeling over, teetering vocals, accents for the multiverse. A dream, thus: The B52s are playing at your 21st birthday party where their instruments have turned to jelly and later they're attacked and stabbed to death by a mutant Siouxsie Sioux, who's just fallen through a musical penis-shaped time tunnel directly from 1978. That kind of thing. That kind of record."

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released August 25, 2017

All songs written, arranged, performed and recorded by Razor Cunts. Razor Cunts are Ambika Thompson and Jane Flett.
Mixing by Ambika Thompson, mastering by Ambika Thompson and Richie Murphy.
Track 6 ("Turpentine") recorded live by Orange Ear in Berlin, 19.06.16
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Razor Cunts Berlin, Germany

Recipe: Add The Raincoats, Lydia Lunch, Miranda July, Bikini Kill, Yoko Ono, X Ray Spex, ESG and Mary Poppins and mix in a blender for roughly 25-30 years. Then spice with cellos and stripes and dirty words and drums and distortion and love.

Voila! You've been Razor Cunted.

Starring Jane Flett and Ambika Thompson
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Track Name: Brat Attack
wanna kiss my candy lips, touch my lady lovely hips
fire breathing look at me, I'm not a bird and not for free
my dirty thoughts are not for you, not unless i want them too
i'm not your damsel in distress, just because i wear a dress

Hey there boy all dressed in black
You smell like a shark attack
I don’t like your sicky genius
Googly eyes stuck on your penis
Sucker punch and beeline feet
You’re cuter when you’re made of meat
I don’t like your blah blah mouth
So why don’t you just spit it out

something something blah blah blah I don't wanna see your dong, DING

all my lovely panty lickers in teensy tiny shiny knickers
go on bikes with rainbow streamers, fly a kite, all be dreamers
all the voices that say you can't, don't listen to their crazy rants
all be roaring fuzzy kittens, and slap the baddies with your mittens

Hey there boy with stomach flu
I sleep in till half past two
Bring me ice cream, feed me candy
Cherry stalks could come in handy
Bake me cakes with plastic horses
Caviar for second courses 
Put a gumball in your mouth
To shut you up to kick you out

rip it up panting, fluff it up prancing
invading my space, leave this place
covered in goo, what cha gonna do?
Ask for it again, but we are through

Don't tell me bout your baby cheeses, all i want is what pleases
birthday cakes made of wishes, lots of sexy spicy dishes
dancing in my unterhosen, don't ask me ever who I'm blowing
we want sandy happy beaches, not so many preachy leeches

Hey there boy all made of plastic
Slinky stretchy so elastic
Your neck smells like creepy pasta
When you puke I puke back faster
When you cry I steal your shoes
Riot girls got less to lose
Eat my crisis if you’re able
Lick the crumbs from out my table
Track Name: Wait Wait Wait Wait
Waiting for a gayer date
or a guinea pig in a roller skate
or the coffee beans to percolate
or for glitter in my ejaculate
or the patriarchy to abdicate 
or Jane to play with me kill, marry hate
or someone to watch me masturbate

or waiting, still, we’re nicht zu spät
Everyone is just waiting. 

Waiting for the fish to bite 
or waiting for wind to fly a kite
or waiting around for Friday night
or waiting, perhaps, for their Uncle Jake
or a pot to boil, or a Better Break
or a string of pearls, or a pair of pants

or a wig with curls, or Another Chance.
Everyone is just waiting

Waiting for her sexy look
or waiting for my published book
or waiting for the boy to puke
or waiting for abortion rights
or equal pay, or more love bites
or a sack of stars, or shiny hats
or tuning guitars, or more black cats
Everyone is just waiting
Everyone is just waiting

C'mon we're going
C'mon we're going – ah hu
There's nothing to see here, unless we make it be here
bubble gum kisses and riding on a unicorn, is totally for us
C'mon we're going – ah huh
C'mon we're going
sprinkle showers of rainbows glittering
ain't gonna happen if we're sitting around WAITING
Track Name: Bats & Walnuts
mermaids wrapped in silky seaweed, eyes fire-y emeralds of coral diamonds

close your eyes my wayward daughter / come to see me from the shore
here’s a pelt for round your shoulders / here’s a snorkel for your throat
seven tears for seven sisters / drag your body through the waves 
when you reach me you’ll get fisted / when you reach me you’ll be saved

tease my tongue with your salt water breath, i will wipe the tears from your sea-worn cheeks,
you found your nipple in an oyster of the sea, i put it between my desperate teeth

I will take you to my Finfolk / bring you to the Hildaland 
paradise is fog and free lube / slick me up and hold my hand 
here we are out in the ocean / things are swooping from the sky
when you scream your voice is broken / when you’re out here you are mine 

Seven sisters silent sirens teasing tongues of the sea. Mermaids wrapped in silky seaweed. Scurvy kisses. My citrus knees.
Fisting firey-emeralds, fisting paradises please. Mermaids wrapped in silky seaweed. Scurvy kisses. My citrus knees.

cloak me in your Finnish fin and fuck me hard and fast on the fjordy rocks
barnacles tear deep grooves in my skin, you lick me all up when i cum violently

everything is getting colder / sink beneath the siren song
at the bottom I’ll play mentor / teach you how to play along
without tails we are just drowning / without gills you can’t catch me
bats are walnuts of the ocean / bats are walnuts of the sea

fuck me hard and fast on the fjordy rocks, I cum violently when you lick me all up
I'll scurvy for your citrus breasts, your silky seaweed emerald hair, teach me to play along
oyster nipples of Atlantis, coral diamonds between my teeth
bats are walnuts of the ocean / bats are walnuts of the sea
bats are walnuts of the ocean / bats are walnuts of the sea
Track Name: It's a Thing
we gotta live in a time that's stupid – We have to take it take it take it, take the material world
too many whiny damn dudes sticking it hard – you think they'll mind if you stick it back

YEAH, THAT'S A THING

pony play plastic hooves and a unicorn horn – Well take it, take it, take it, take the material world
suicidal dolphin LSD hand-jobs – toddlers in tiaras, And negging, don't you ever neg me
won't take it, WHOA HO – You take it, WHOA HO
let's burn it, WHOA HO – a garbage dump in the middle of your brain

will you just stop with the shoulders up... – and your tongue hanging out your mouth…
The lighting strikes and your head is bursting out your eeeeeeyes
would you stop, would you stop, would you stop, would you stop, would you stop, would you stop

YOU'RE A THING

reality shows, global warming, anti-abortion laws – Paying women in a third world country to have a baby for them – nouns, they're person, places and things.... – Yeah, these are all things, very much thingy-things

THAT'S A THING
IT'S A THING – A REAL THING – THAT'S A THING – A DIRTY THING
Track Name: Nightmares
There is this person, they think they're great
The kind that gets all over your face, in your head
wrap it up in plastic and get rid of it
stop calling, my number's not in service

these are the details to a very scary film
no they're not, but I wish they were
It's all creepy like Freddie Kruger real
striped shirt won't leave me alone

Nightmares. You give me nightmares
Nightmares. I don't care. In my dirty underwear. I don't care. I don't care. I have dirty underwear I don't care. I don't care, they give me nightmares. Don't touch my hair. I love my hair.
Cause you give me dirty underwear. Nightmares nightmares nightmares I don't care.

This person pooed on my head-hard-drive
I go to bed and think of them
They think they're made of licorice and caramel
Don't eat it, it will rot your teeth

Beep beep beep. Beep beep beep.
Track Name: Turpentine
TURPENTINE 909 from 3 min


Jane screechy riff + drum / ride
you show up... in the nighttime and you say, yeah you wanna get like this
it's garbage and it's dangerous, it's raining down on your face
and it's crazy. And it's crazy. And the women they don't want to stand outside and breath nothing from a human man.
And you've been upset cause you've got nothing inside but shame and regret-tet-tet-tet
whoooooooooaaa shake your maness
you make it make you lie
what would it take to save you and change your mind?
generations are lost in these clementines

what is this... this is it.. will you change it? Have you gotten me wet with your backwash?
Climax. All over me. It's all the rage. Ride a horse into the sunset

with the time with the time with the time
doesssssssssssssn't it Turpentine turpentine turpentine turpentine

backwash
backwash
backwash backwash
coming at you in the bar at
seventeen thousand kilowatts an hour and
I am feeling better when you're getting me all
wet with your backwash
wet with your backwash
wet with your backwash
coming all over me like dental floss
I tie you up with dental floss
dental floss
I tie you up with dental floss

make a cutting in your room
clementines all in your arms
turpentine can be such bliss
it's difficult difficult

make a cutting of your dream
plant it for a later treat
why don't you want horses hooves?
I like you when you are feeling good good good

I like you when you are feeling better a-bout being

a body in the bedroom

horses horses horses
horses in the mirror

horses horses horses
a pony in the bedroom

time time time time time turpentine time time turpentine
Track Name: Die Die Die (Patriarchy)
In a choke hold standing on the threshold, ladies in pantsuits doing all the cock holds
P for Patriarchy doesn't really please me, we didn't ask for eternity on our knees with these
sweaty white balls hang 'em on the fir trees, they're on fire garnish them with all the pretty daisies
Marie one, two, Chytilova's beauty queen high heel sweeties wet dreams make me scream teams

DIE DIE DIE
Die Die

In the service of the Minister who's not my sister, it's super all seriously hyper crazy sinister
Witch Craze, College Haze, it makes me do the spell of rage, menstrual thralls worship me smear it on the lovers' walls
get your hammers and your stomping boots and magic wands, smash and burn, burn and smash till your lips are filled with cotton ash
Hey Marie, you want some of my lovely cake? Just so you know I'm a fucking gorgeous and proud snowflake

Die DIE DIE
Die Die

All the boys with their boy toys simple joys, talking over me, mansplaining chimpanzees
nasty nasties sucking all your dignity, don't forget all the self-entitled jackassery
there'll be sanctuary in papa P's obituary, remember when we'll say, its chewed up guts spill down on our chins
Dial 1-800 fuck that shit. Fuck it now. These superheroes gonna kick its ass to infinity

Die DIE DIE
Die Die

in the end when our genitalia has smote thee, and the sky is full of sparkly rainbow candy
we'll ride naked on our unicorn pegai, covered in orgasmic glitter, fancy bells and lacy frills
I'll lick your teeth as we gallop off into the sunset, as you tell me that we've finally beat it. We'll all be free
but until then we'll all need to yell, hey Mr. Patriarchy, please go to hell
Track Name: Justin Time
Justin Time close your eyes and scream outside your little mind
Let's poke the party with a nose ring, plucked from a darling when their sleeping

Justin Time can fall down stairs and stand right up but who really cares
They think he's great because he's hot, but is hot enough to save us lot?

Justin Time, they keep saying, cause everything is ripped and snagged
like fish net stockings on bloody knees, yes i would kiss him but i'm not picky

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