We Will Regret This Someday

by Teething

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calledbythefire Holy Fuckflaps Batman! This album is some SERIOUS Grind Carnage, and gets right in amongst your ears with the claw end of a hammer! Words don't come close... just get it heard AND bought, a.s.a.f.p. \m/O\m/ Favorite track: White Cross Inversion.
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    We Will Regret This Someday is the excruciating first album from Spain's most obnoxious cratediggers. After six long years of countless seven inches, Teething return with 12 tracks of no-bullshit, pissed-off, grinding hardcore in the shape of a full length. This chronicle is not only their most sincere work to date, it's a firm slap in the face.

    Tracklist:
    01. Mic Check
    02. You And Your Fucking Car
    03. Setting Fires
    04. Up In Smoke
    05. Filipino Violence
    06. Just Kids
    07. White Cross Introduction
    08. White Cross Inversion
    09. Take Me To A Doctor
    10. Subway Rat
    11. Life Is Peachy
    12. An Open Letter To My Best Friend

    This CD is released by Selfmadegod Records.

    This CD comes in a regular transparent case. The limited 100 red jewel cases are only available in the "Pizza Box" bundle or Selfmadegod Records directly.

    For orders outside of Spain, we recommend you order directly from the label (www.selfmadegod.com) for lower shipping costs.

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  • Record/Vinyl + Digital Album

    We Will Regret This Someday is the excruciating first album from Spain's most obnoxious cratediggers. After six long years of countless seven inches, Teething return with 12 tracks of no-bullshit, pissed-off, grinding hardcore in the shape of a full length. This chronicle is not only their most sincere work to date, it's a firm slap in the face.

    Tracklist:
    01. Mic Check
    02. You And Your Fucking Car
    03. Setting Fires
    04. Up In Smoke
    05. Filipino Violence
    06. Just Kids
    07. White Cross Introduction
    08. White Cross Inversion
    09. Take Me To A Doctor
    10. Subway Rat
    11. Life Is Peachy
    12. An Open Letter To My Best Friend

    This vinyl is released by Dead Heroes Records.

    This vinyl comes in a thick gatefold jacket with a lyric insert. This is the black vinyl. The colored red & green haze vinyl is only available through the "Pizza bundle" or Dead Heroes directly.

    For orders outside of Spain, we recommend you order directly from the label (www.deadheroes.cz) for lower shipping costs.

    Includes unlimited streaming of We Will Regret This Someday via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more.
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We Will Regret This Someday is the excruciating first album from Spain's most obnoxious cratediggers. After six long years of countless seven inches, Teething return with 12 tracks of no-bullshit, pissed-off, grinding hardcore in the shape of a full length. This chronicle is not only their most sincere work to date, it's a firm slap in the face.

Recorded and mixed at Sadman Studios and mastered at Audiosiege.

Released through:
- Dead Heroes (Vinyl): deadheroes.cz
- Selfmadegod Records (CD): selfmadegod.com
- Tu Pa Tu Tu Pa Records (Tape): tupatutupa.com

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released March 12, 2017

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Track Name: Mic Check
Check, check
1, 2, fuck you
Track Name: You And Your Fucking Car
Check out Nick’s car
It makes him feel big, feared, great, superior
How he's managed to go 160 km / hr
without a 187 is beyond me
Police reported he died by mishap
If me cutting brake pipes is mishap, cool
Because now who’s feeling big, feared, great, superior?
Track Name: Setting Fires
Burn

Burn this bastard, burn his fists
that made me bruise and feel worthless
Burn your parents, burn ‘em both
Burn your fucking racist jokes
You motherfucker
My guilty conscience won’t rest
‘till I burn everyone you love
and spit on each grave

A candle shines for my sins
Burn in hell

Burn, Burn in hell
Burn, motherfucker, burn
Burn, burn, burn, burn

Burn Eduardo, burn him good
for wrecking a year of my childhood
I bring fire, I bring death
Gas, match, set, strike
You motherfucker
My guilty conscience won’t rest
‘till I burn everyone you love
and spit on each grave

Burn, Burn in hell
Burn, motherfucker, burn
Burn, burn, burn, burn
Motherfucker burn
Track Name: Up In Smoke
No, you can’t have another cigarette
Go buy your own
What the fuck?
I'm fucking cheap
Go buy your own
There’s a thin line between nice and stupid
Go buy your own
Track Name: Filipino Violence
Violence against violence, fist against fist
Conflict, disagreement
Talk it out or walk away
Be prudent, stay sharp
Fighting is never the answer

Can I speak louder if the dog barks?
Can I speak clearer if the snake spits?
I can’t speak louder if the dog barks
I can’t speak clearer if the snake spits

Dire conditions demand dire responses
I am hate
Fighting can be the answer

Can I speak louder if the dog barks?
Can I speak clearer if the snake spits?
I can’t speak louder if the dog barks
I can’t speak clearer if the snake spits

From this moment on, I am pure fucking evil
Violence against violence, fist against fist
Track Name: Just Kids
All I do is work
But after long hours, come long nights
Writing songs and planning our year
booking meek tours, making meek art

Just another long night, doing regular shit
'Cause I’m 30. 30.
Another cigarette puff, doing regular stuff
'Cause I’m 30. 30.

All I do is work
But after long hours, come long nights

My homie Nacho just called, for a quick business talk
Hurry, I gotta finish packing, these record pre-orders

Just another long night, doing regular shit
'Cause I’m 30
Another cigarette puff, doing regular stuff.
'Cause I’m 30
Just another long night, doing regular shit
'Cause I’m 30. 30
Another dog walk, late night thoughts
'Cause I’m 30
Track Name: White Cross Inversion
Born filipino and pinche satanico
A victim of skinhead scum

Racist fucking pigs

Two against one, illiterate kids with swastika trends
A führer would've shot your face in the third reich
I will take you down, down to hell with me
Hell with me

Racist fucking pigs
Track Name: Take Me To A Doctor
Lone wolf
Free spirit, fly high
Lost kid, run
Little juan is staring off into space
Little juan isn’t normal, he’s better than that

You son of a bitch
This pill will help you concentrate
We’re paralyzed
You goddamn punk ass judging witch
Paralyze yourself

Lone wolf
What if this kid was suppose to grow up to be the next David Bowie?
He was born with a wild mind,
don’t rob him from his imagination,
help him make good use of it

You son of a bitch
This pill will help you concentrate
We’re paralyzed
You goddamn punk ass judging witch
Paralyze yourself

Lone wolf
Track Name: Subway Rat
Rarely seen in the daylight
I live between Montrose Avenue and Grand Street
Grinding teeth and vibrating eyes
A New York epidemic, I kinda like it here

I fuck my brother, I fuck my sister, just because

I fucked my brother and I fucked my sister
Pathogens in my yellow breath
Causing vomit, causing diarrhea,
causing fever in humans, in children

I fuck with your food
I creep, I crawl
Beneath the bed you can’t even hear me
Watching your sex, I breed like you.
A New York epidemic, I kinda like it here

I fuck my brother, I fuck my sister, just because
Track Name: Life Is Peachy
My shaved head is fucking punk
Your orange amp has a nice crunch
Let’s discuss the greatest power violence of the 90’s
Aren’t we tired of this bullshit?

My slayer vest is fucking old
Your hm2 has a raw tone
Behold the snake shaped closet hiding copies of these gems:
Slipknot’s debut and Adrenaline
Aren’t we tired of this bullshit?

Times, dark times, confess
You love life is peachy

My shaved head is fucking punk
Your orange amp has a nice crunch
Let’s discuss the greatest power violence of the 90’s.
And thanks for trying to prove you’re hard
Aren’t we tired of this bullshit?

Times, dark times, confess
You love life is peachy
Track Name: An Open Letter To My Best Friend
Eat shit and die

Dear old friend, your girls grey eyes reek of rot
Dear Javier, that shit romance blinded you

Eat shit and die

Dear old friend, tighten that noose around your neck
Please Javier, kill yourself, now you're fucking dead

Eat shit and die

Fuck you, bastard scum, don't come back to us
Or we'll slit your fucking throat

Eat shit and die