"The Comedy Album" is the 13th and most epic Kleenex Girl Wonder record.
26 songs, covering a variety of genres, styles, and production methods, written and recorded over the course of two years, and now available on two slabs of strikingly coloured vinyl (some 'Comedy Blue,' some 'Bazooka Joke Pink').
Featuring guest production from Max Tundra, Saskrotch, and The Hood Internet, plus the usual suspects of Graham Smith, Matt LeMay and Thayer McClanahan.
Includes unlimited streaming of The Comedy Album
via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more.
Join
now to receive all the new
music
Kleenex Girl Wonder creates,
including
25 back-catalog releases,
delivered instantly to you via the Bandcamp app for iOS and Android.
You’ll also get access to
supporter-only
exclusives.
Learn more.
Light bulbs never leak.
Taut tautologies
can't beat a time machine.
Life is but a dream
we're likely to repeat
in soporific reveries
'til we deplete our energy.
Gross anatomy
is mostly strategy.
It's a relief – bas!
Listen to the streets talk:
polemics in limousines,
dim-lit dinner scenes,
and all the silly little things
we wish we still believed.
What does it mean? God
sure does love a machine.
You're just a liege, allegedly allegiant
to a legislative fallacy!
Ban the beguine, beleaguered bourgeoisie,
pick your parapets and parakeets.
Aren't you embarrassed yet?
Pray one more rare cassette might set the scene.
That's fair, that's ferrous sweat plus
the blood and tears of a marionette's regime.
Night club, nice teeth.
I wasn't who you thought I was;
I also wasn't me. Maybe that's 'cause
life fuckin' sucks like a leech
when it's not violating me,
leaving behind spirochetes
full of Weil's syndrome and Lyme disease.
Vitiligo, vertigo, verdegris –
it's all hot air to me!
You're right to eye me warily,
oh yea, for sure, and verily.
Hello muddah, hello fodder for therapy!
I wish you were there when we
went wassailing.
It really felt like an accomplishment!
Well, wasn't it? Tee-hee...
Yes! But I think I have CBS.
These days I fear I see reality less
than reality TV. But that can be our secret.
We can act like everything
is clear as crystal clarinets
blaring Greensleeves in a silo.
I know. I'll take care of it.
I also know I haven't yet, though,
because schisms exist
to wring shapes out of schist.
If they didn't we wouldn't
know which shits to give.
Compose, compromise,
never over-promise and
your will to survive
will be unlimited.