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Fiction Prediction is the absolute BANGER that planet earth needs to hear! I just love this band, Planet B are the musical badass that we all need.
Favorite track: Horror Movie Called Civilization (feat. Tommy Meehan).
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Planet B’s second LP has been a long time in the making. Obviously, over this span of time, there has been an almost unimaginable amount of surreality and insanity to pull from when creating the band’s unique hip-hop-punk-meets-sci-fi-horror-movie sonic aesthetic. As always, the sound is as confrontational as it is catchy, the lyrics scathing and the beats bizarre. Earworms abound. As with the band’s first release, there are a host of guest collaborations on the various tracks, from Josie Cotton to David Scott Stone (ex-LCD Soundsystem, Melvins), D-Styles (Invisibl Skratch Piklz), and more. Perhaps most personally meaningful are the instrumental contributions from Gabe Serbian (The Locust) and Eric Livingston (Mamaleek), both family to the band, who have each passed on from this dimension and back to whatever radical planet they came from since the creation of the album.
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Planet B’s second LP has been a long time in the making. Obviously, over this span of time, there has been an almost unimaginable amount of surreality and insanity to pull from when creating the band’s unique hip-hop-punk-meets-sci-fi-horror-movie sonic aesthetic. As always, the sound is as confrontational as it is catchy, the lyrics scathing and the beats bizarre. Earworms abound. As with the band’s first release, there are a host of guest collaborations on the various tracks, from Josie Cotton to David Scott Stone (ex-LCD Soundsystem, Melvins), D-Styles (Invisibl Skratch Piklz), and more. Perhaps most personally meaningful are the instrumental contributions from Gabe Serbian (The Locust) and Eric Livingston (Mamaleek), both family to the band, who have each passed on from this dimension and back to whatever radical planet they came from since the creation of the album.
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Fiction Prediction LP (Limited silk screened test press)
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Planet B’s second LP has been a long time in the making. Obviously, over this span of time, there has been an almost unimaginable amount of surreality and insanity to pull from when creating the band’s unique hip-hop-punk-meets-sci-fi-horror-movie sonic aesthetic. As always, the sound is as confrontational as it is catchy, the lyrics scathing and the beats bizarre. Earworms abound. As with the band’s first release, there are a host of guest collaborations on the various tracks, from Josie Cotton to David Scott Stone (ex-LCD Soundsystem, Melvins), D-Styles (Invisibl Skratch Piklz), and more. Perhaps most personally meaningful are the instrumental contributions from Gabe Serbian (The Locust) and Eric Livingston (Mamaleek), both family to the band, who have each passed on from this dimension and back to whatever radical planet they came from since the creation of the album.
Cover designed and silk screened by Collin Peter Smith.
Includes unlimited streaming of Fiction Prediction
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Eat some guts and for an encore eat more.
Speed to a red light, dick on the dance floor.
Good li(f)e ignores the race war decor.
Shoot Mickey Mouse at Dopey’s low-key drug store.
Half the brain is tied behind the back.
Colorless trash has its heart attack.
Hate hangs on the meat rack with bad feedback.
Hear the soundtrack to the future’s hijack.
And they sing M.I.C.K.E.Y… sigh,
M.O.U.S.E and they all cry.
Dead pigs awry, eye will deny.
Be embarrassed, blown speakers amplify.
Unwanted animals sing with a sigh.
Toss one more dumb dick on the floor,
Try to figure out what it all stands for.
Don’t trip, it’s really hard to ignore.
Nobody is ever really that hardcore.
Hear hard are L.O.L. is a lie,
but Y.O.L.O. - so go and die.
Hey pusher, My mom gave me a mental disorder.
But sick staff infection just made a racial slur,
I defer, watch cops shit with pants on, don’t bother.
I learned to think, now I’ll sing out of sync.
Walls have ears, the ears have walls.
It’s the death protocol.
Who will you call?
Can we still brawl?
Punisher, I don’t dialogue with persecutor.
Fossil fools eat the bats, still born again, poseur?
Unkosher is what’s ode to bills that still occur.
I learned to think, now I’ll sing out of sync.
Concrete breeds apathy, gets laid, shits amateur.
Sun goes up, and comes down, solid prostitute transfer.
Rotten flesh of the kings feeds the earth, manure.
I learned to think, now I’ll sing out of sync.
I’ll sing a song, the second greatest song, from my point of view.
Yeah, we’re poor but not too broke, if ya blink you’ll miss the fucking joke.
I’m a two time loser, three time winner, I’m here for you.
I’m handicap but sure housebroke living life will still provoke.
We’re all the subliminal criminal.
This is the way the world will end.
Lunatics think the world is full of them, it’s just a clue.
The odor in the court will make you choke.
Comparison is violence, time to revoke.
On a stack of bibles, I’ll swear a lot, I was born in the zoo.
Better than with the townsfolk.
Billions of neurons have misspoke.
Who’s reliable?
No one is liable when they burn down.
The skies are clear, they’ve emptied out, It’s all brand new.
The capitalist try to evoke, with a wooden overcoat they awoke.
I appreciate you, the lukewarm applause, it’s overdue.
Get a flu, don’t think things through.
What can you do? It’s your debut.
I saw a man swallow another man,
fucker didn’t even have a real plan.
He ate shit just like a caveman.
History books will never know when it began.
My hate is a bouquet for the shit system decay.
He was born a poor businessman,
borrowed time for an old scam lifespan.
Kept trying to raise a racist right hand,
I saw him just butt-fucking things on stolen land.
Patriotic mother fucker works for a has-been.
Business is dead and soon are the businessmen.
It’s old news that every patrolman
has a co-worker in the Ku Klux Klan.
The world does not have a repair, man.
Holy Land eats pig shit on a dead man’s command.
Who shrank my damn attention span?
I’m waiting for the next Weatherman.
We’ve got every sick swollen gland
and man will crap in the street with no back up plan.
Flush to judgement, the shits a hint.
Touch fingerprint, shit’s not gourmet.
Make mom and dad, so sad so sad.
Choices are bad, they have no say.
Stupid enough, not dumb enough.
Pretend tough stuff, fuck off all day.
Go cry and cry, to amplify.
Buy and go bye, dial foul play.
Good luck at jail, aren’t we for sale?
Just don’t inhale, it’s so cliche.
Out of business, it’s shit and piss.
Then reminisce, burn cash per say.
Wrong way
Birthday is just death day delayed.
Dumb prey
Death day is just birthday unpaid.
Planet full of followers, no direction.
Nothing is sacred, everything accepted
Unlearned lessons, misplaced aggression.
Divided and conquered, the revolution on its deathbed.
Who will lead us, we eat what the tube feeds us, while politicians whippin’ in luxury two-seaters.
Trying to tell us that slavery is the new leisure.
We pray to influencers as if they the new Jesus.
Preach, what’s inherited by the meek when the damage that we do is at an all time peak.
Peace, these days it seems out of reach, hate will captivate us Like a Dr. King speech.
Sheesh, uncharted waters too deep, I pity the living, they all know they all deceased.
Game, I got no time to play, cause birthday is death day delayed.
Can new trash throw old trash away?
All saints stop at four play. So hey!
Crying foul play just gets sick pay.
They stay so sad all day, all day.
Now search and annoy just like a cowboy.
Fuck a dumb decoy, pay for a replay.
Seek and then destroy, break like a B-Boy.
Opps got P-noid, mind in a weak state.
Got lightest loafers, heaviest high heels.
Who wants to obey? Fuck it, just betray.
Heart full of deep hate, change is a cheap date.
But it’s too high of a price for a cheap date.
Structurally stupid, broke head’s got no lid.
Humor impaired prey can lead us astray.
Tryna stay focused, shit’s looking hopeless.
Broken with no fix, yo, I’m on my own shit.
Gamble and predict then unpredict.
Give addict salt to lick, scabs to pick, ass constrict.
Puke picnic, sick conflict, now panic, contradict.
Take a meteor shower,
And all rodents deflower.
Hack a Zodiac sign and screw the astral power.
And when you shit the bed, God said to blame the bed.
Depict the addict.
Relict salt to lick,
Perfect scabs to pick.
Inflict ass constrict.
Postscript: Gods a prick.
Who's flipped? Acts all strict.
Get tricked, reconvict.
He's a dick.
Impress with a big mess, go out of business,
into the garbage, selling the sewage.
Lick licked.
Tick ticked.
Click clicked.
Sic sicked.
Unpredict.
Let’s commit more super treason.
Fuck you? Fuck me? Tis’ the season.
The history of the present on this planet,
it’s all done, son, break a leg, run.
Out of tune open wound, it won't heal, who’s immune?
Nobody’s gonna win, the next has-been.
The dumb team wore designer skin.
Painted on, tan lines and shit eating grin.
Who knows where the next line will begin?
Unpack that privilege, flush toilet’s water.
Baptize the unholy son and daughter.
Trade in a spouse, one that’s stinking hotter.
Old skin brings out the dude’s slobber.
Slurp…
Stop interrupting me, while I’m interrupting you.
Who knew, excessive dialogue is stupid flu.
We’ll all learn a thing or two, even three
If people don’t live up to the asshole that’s supposed to be you.
The Koch sucker dies of comfort.
Arrogant worm’s fat and salt sperm.
Licking-boot and butthole for sport.
Racist full term, acne is firm.
Still they complain outside the court.
Sausage will squirm, dumb reaffirm.
Gotta run since we can’t abort.
Overgrown germ gets a son burn.
It is science nonfiction.
Non-stop pissing from the fuck king.
Loot luck, It’s an eviction.
Stop all bitching, eat what’s twitching.
Suck it, suck it, suck it out loud.
Tell the slow sons how to be proud.
Spell a word and cast a spell.
It won’t work, hell, suck it out loud.
Public wet dream = private nightmare.
Jail where we live.
Suck, fuck, forgive.
Regime upstairs, and no one cares.
Roaches outlive, die combative.
Extreme thoughts, way more dumb prayers.
Get corrosive, shit’s explosive.
Koch leaks hot air, its ass repair.
Comprehensive is offensive.
Flag waving fundraising.
Embracing yet self-effacing.
Flag waving fundraising.
Sausage casing is kinda breaking.
Flag waving fundraising.
I’ll just sing in s i n g l e s p a c i n g.
Watch the bad sun try to run.
Camouflage - The melanin of war.
Camouflage - Wipes shit on floor.
Camouflage - Dead skin can not restore.
and Sabotage - Trap door is a door.
Entourage - Timing is not four four.
Entourage - Call it a bore.
Entourage - I just see an I sore.
Can not dislodge - Can they ignore?
The mirage - Mom will call it a chore.
The mirage - Crawl to stand for.
The mirage - (Un)original sin more.
Get out of dodge - Broke accounts for.
Crap in your drawer.
Can’t keep the score.
Nothing before?
Is this uncalled for?
More!
Do you really need more?
Nothing makes sense.
Filled with regret.
Run to the edge.
Die & repent.
What is that scent?
Smells like the reaper.
Fuck up society step in my creepers.
Spitting the ether.
Fuck my demeanor.
Demons interrogate, murder my people.
Decimate anyone living and leeching.
I don’t respect ya, you live for no reason.
Fucked up every night.
USA ain’t right.
Count my days.
Do or die.
Built a name from sacrifice.
Yeah, I need.
Don’t understand southern drawl.
Binge watch, excrete cholesterol.
Uncle Neanderthal knows the long haul.
Rubbed sticks to burn down Shitty Hall.
My smartest friend has lost their mind.
The shit we can leave behind.
Moon in the sky has sure gone blind.
Now can you hear me bump and grind?
No more to know, nobody wins the game show.
Go commando, jerk off apolitical.
Valley of douche can house mankind.
Where architects forget design.
Stop paying rent, big ol’ behind.
God should die or at least resign.
Find kind mind, all burnt banks are just declined.
Fined and fined, no one can push rewind.
Son, excuse my shadow.
Dumb friend who’s shit show.
Embryo hunts with no ammo.
So ugly it gags a maggot, whoa!
Abolish god, send a memo.
He drives a broke UFO.
Can’t hear me on his radio?
Shit happened long ago.
The phenomenon that makes God yawn.
Put pigs in a python, cut the head, ship to Babylon.
No need to get turned on.
Time to grind, goes on and on.
Lose the mind, goes on and on.
Don’t remind, goes on and on.
On and on and on and on...
Hahaha! Hamburger, get me fed.
Burnt all cash, market crash.
Lead misled till their world is dead.
I I I yell till my words are red.
Mental stash swept the ash.
Wrote the thread, time was limited.
All the leaves are gone, the sad sky is grey.
Endless Neutrons voted for Electrons to fade the fuck away.
Ra ra ra! The headline still misread,
and trash cash gave a thrash, got whiplash, sucked off the war’s head.
La la land still screaming.
Sad magic needs singing.
Animal still fucking.
The state needs a smash.
Buy the kick.
It’s a trick.
Bomb will tick.
We’re so sick.
Blah blah blah think before.
Sing in song, get hardcore.
Scrape along, who’s the whore?
All dicks misbehave.
Na-Na-Na never mind.
Men will weep till they’re blind.
Mind grind creep unrefined.
But peace is cheaper.
Sick has-been, where are the wise men?
The noose will tighten, they can just say when.
Every now and then I get an amen.
Now do I need to explain this again?
about
Planet B’s second LP has been a long time in the making. Obviously, over this span of time, there has been an almost unimaginable amount of surreality and insanity to pull from when creating the band’s unique hip-hop-punk-meets-sci-fi-horror-movie sonic aesthetic. As always, the sound is as confrontational as it is catchy, the lyrics scathing and the beats bizarre. Earworms abound. As with the band’s first release, there are a host of guest collaborations on the various tracks, from Josie Cotton to David Scott Stone (ex-LCD Soundsystem, Melvins), D-Styles (Invisibl Skratch Piklz), and more. Perhaps most personally meaningful are the instrumental contributions from Gabe Serbian (The Locust) and Eric Livingston (Mamaleek), both family to the band, who have each passed on from this dimension and back to whatever radical planet they came from since the creation of the album.
credits
released February 9, 2024
Fiction Prediction was recorded by Luke Henshaw. Mixed by Daniel Schlett and mastered by Brent Asbury.
Justin Pearson, Luke Henshaw, Kevin Avery, and Scott Osment formed Planet B with the shared purpose of creating music
subversive in sound and sobering in message. Their music lays somewhere just out of reach of genre, with aesthetics rooted in hip hop, hardcore punk, turntablism, and 70s-80s horror movie scores. It is catchy, heavily percussive, and eerie all at once....more
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