Bayonet the Wounded

by Thee Evil Creatures

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This 5-track EP, “Bayonet the Wounded,” was recorded in one marathon session at Minneapolis’ storied Terrarium Studios. The album features the Clash-esque punk of “Dead Soldiers,” the post-modern literary references of “Don’t Ever Antagonize the Horn,” and the anti-techno dance single “Wylin’ Out.” Incisive, eclectic, and potent, this record is the opening salvo of Thee Evil Creature’s attack on all that is lame and senseless in modern music. There’s even a song about making love to the devil.


released August 23, 2012

Thee Evil Creatures are:
Cassidy Anderson
Warsame Awale
David Huttner
D. Sykes

Bayonet the Wounded was recorded April 15th, 2012, at The Terrarium, Minneapolis.

All songs arranged by Thee Evil Creatures
Produced, Engineered, and Mixed by Rob Oesterlin
Mastered by Dave Gardner
Album design by Erich Buenger



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Thee Evil Creatures Minneapolis, Minnesota

"Dead Soldiers" video now up!

Thee Evil Creatures have been feeding on the melted faces of festival-goers, basement-show freaks, and drunken indie kids since 2008. Switching instruments as often as they switch styles, they pilfer elements of heavy rock, punk, folk, psychedelia, and straight madness to create a sonic pastiche founded in the tradition of rock and roll. ... more

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Track Name: D.E.A.T.H. (Don't Ever Antagonize The Horn)
I feel it shaking me
and won't let me sleep
I hear it whispering
telling me don't worry
This thing it frightens me
but it puts my mind at ease
it paralyzes me
but I know not to worry no I will never worry

(Verse 1)
The skeletons in my closet, well they've gotten away
I'm worried my friends and family, they might confuse them for me
They are following me, always reminding me
They are forcing it on me
Maybe I've been mistaken, maybe it's them that I've become

Don't Ever antagonize the horn
It's a lesson that's too late to learn
Don't ever antagonize the horn
It's a message, a massive storm

(Verse 2)
I know that I created this, but now it's got a mind of it's own
Too late to take control of it, it's taken on a new form
I am following them now, they see me coming now
and now they're running away
and maybe I've been mistaken
maybe it's me that they've they have found

(Chorus x2)
Track Name: The Future
The police of the future like to post their kills on twitter
and sometimes they get ambushed by some smelly kids who set up road blocks
everyone has a real great time
collect enough badges you can win the prize
The frat boys of tomorrow like to tool around in hover pick ups
and sometimes when the bars are closed they all take turns sticking their dicks in the robot sex machine
they bought at Wal-Mart at a price that can't be beat

and the shanty towns and strip mall parking lots, nobody gives it all a second thought...

If the future doesn't care, well I don't wanna live there

The cowboys of the future they blast techno from their helicopters, shooting mutant coyotes getting drunk and shooting dope
falling out their necks get broke, it always make the evening news,
so even in the future cowgirls sing the blues

The weird kid of tomorrow he does not make it through high school,
he gets snatched up goons in suites and taken to a hospital room where they pump him full of drugs for the rest of his days
just another test tube for the FDA

the journal that he writes on his wall, one phrase recurs most of all...


The rapists of the future well they do not need the internet, they just pay fifty bucks a head to run wild in the internment camps
and the proceeds go to feeding the guards little kids
see when they keep you poor it's easy for your ethics to give

the reporters of tomorrow all subscribe to guns and ammo even though even they mostly work for gossip magazines
see those body guards got pretty mean after the beauty queen got lynched, and the crowd of homeless people drinking outside the red carpet event

and after all the shells were spent the cops went home and paid their rent with the bounty money that you get for killing homeless people and no one said a damn thing about it

and the fire pit where the banned books lay nobody ever stops to bat an eye...

Track Name: Sex with Satan
Kickin' in hell with the devil himself
It's hot, so hot, but satisfy what I want

oooh oooh oooh....

You're steamy gaze, your fiery rage
You're hot to the touch, and god I want you so much

Ooooh Ooooh Ooooh....

one two three four

Yeah you've got it, oooh I want it
Ooooh I need it, Satan give your soul to me
Yeah you've got it and oooh I want it
Ooooh I need, Satan give your soul to me

No angel eyes compare, to your crucifixion stare
Your hot, oh my god you're so fucking hot

(Chorus x2)
Track Name: Wylin' Out
The moment he walked through the door
eyes dead from a fleeting conscoiusness
the sweat takes hold to the awkwardness
and it's been a week since the last hit
craving it more than a cigarette
rush body rocked
to crecendo from the feaver flush your come downs
you got praying for the second wind,
so he breaths in slow...

Pretty young things on the dance floor
They got me wylin' out, wylin' out, wylin' out
Yeah these pretty young things on the dance floor
when they be wylin' out, wylin out', wylin' out, wylin' out
Yeah these pretty young things on the dance floor
they got me wylin' out, wylin' out, wylin' out
Yeah these pretty young things on the dance floor
when they be...wylin' out

The music permeates his bones
mild rock from the vibrant imagery
the beat grabs a hold of his grounded feet
and it's been more than a year since he last danced
getting reaquanted to the disincreased fortisimo
becones a new found catalyse
and while he turns, the crowd loses control...
so he breaths in slow


Taking it down
chocolate roller coaster
that's right