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First single off Dead Chicken's new EP, The Plasma Sessions. So named, because the band had to sell their plasma in order to afford the studio time to record the album. When the producer tried to rip off the band, and they refused, he destroyed the master 8 track tape. All that remained was a cassette of the rough mixes that GK, Bawk Bawk, and JR stole the following night. |
CD: The Plasma Sessions
Label: Self released
Credits: Produced by Dead Chicken |
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The second single from The Plasma Sessions EP. Dedicated to all those who've ever been stomped on, and taken for granted. |
CD: The Plasma Sessions EP
Label: self released
Credits: Produced by Dead Chicken, Recorded by and stolen from Bernie Scotts. |
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Kurt was once one of our kind. But he had to fit in with the indie clique that didn't want him. Sad as it is, we're glad he's dead. |
CD: The Plasma Sessions
Label: Self Released
Credits: Produced by Dead Chicken |
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