
The Crainium were yet another short-lived but amazing post-punk band consisting of members who would later go on to play in Gang Gang Dance and Blood Lines. The Crainium were part of a small subset of bands in D.C. that never made it to Dischord that were heavily influenced by No Wave, free jazz, and bands like The Pop Group and Contortions. They only released a few 7"s and one full length but their small discography is impeccable. The driving force
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Watch Who They Beat, Watch Who They Eat
Only True Love Will Break The Rules
Abracadabra! What Am I Now?
Your Penis, It Is Tiny, And It Can Not Spell
The Roles We Play......
There Are No Rabbits In My Hat.....
You Pretend That You Depend But Now You Are,Are You,Visible?
What Are We Hiding?
New Hormones
You Pretend That You Depend, But Now You Are, Are You, Visible?
Cut It Out Of My Body, Cut It Out Of My Mind,To Look,No Look,With These Eyes
Watch Who They Beat, Watch Who They Eat.
A New Music For A New Kitchen. Or, (How Iraised Myself Up From The Dead, And You Can Too!)
The Coquettery Of Immobility Oh Watch How I Bake,A Victim,A Baby,A Coital Cake
The Roles We Play, A Dead-Ended Game. We Have To Change. Create And Rearrange. The Roles We Play They Are A Dead-Ended Game.
There Are No Rabbits In My Hat, (Yes, Yes, Yes, I Am A Traitor To My Sex!)
Abracadabra!, What Am I Now?
Only True Love Will Break The Rules.
The Roles We Play, A Demo - Ended Game. We Have To Change. Create And Rearrange. The Roles We Play They Are A Demo - Ended Game
Your Penis, It Is Tiny And It Can Not Spell
You Pretend That You Depend But Now You Are, Are You, Visible?
Human Nature Is Something Divorced, Human Nature Is a Mechanical Corpse
Cut It Out Of My Body, Cut It Out Of My Mind,To Look, No Look, With These Eyes.
What Are We Hiding? (Parts 1 - 2 And 3)
Your Penis, It Is Tiny, And It Can Not Spell.
No, No, No
A New Music For A New Kitchen. Or, (How I raised Myself Up From The Dead, And You Can Too!)
New Hormones. Untill Then, We Will Not Know What Love Is)
The Mechanical Breast
A New Music For A New Kitchen (How I Raised Myself Up From The Dead, And You Can Too!)
New Hormones. Until Then, We Will Not Know What Love Is.
the garden the machine (a drawing of blood in imitation)
The Coquettery Of Immobility Oh Watch How I Bake, a Victim, a Baby, a Coital Cake.
What Are We Hiding? 1)Blood And Babies, Over Tea. 2)The Eggtree And The Ebbing Tides. 3)The Man In My Moon, Drinks Claret.
They Cut Many Open And Were Surprised To Find No Radio
The Coquetery Of Immobility Oh Watch How I Bake, A Victim, A Baby, A Coital Clake
The Dancing Dinner
There Are No Rabbits In My Hat. (Yes. Yes. Yes. I Am A Traitor To My Sex!)
There Are No Rabbits in My Hat (Yes, Yes, Yes I Am a Traitor to My Sex)
Sad And Painful Are The Realizations That The Fantasies Given To Us May Never Be Fixed
The Roles We Play, A Dead-Ended Game. We Have To Change. Create and Rearrange. The Roles We Play They Are A Dead-Ended Game
Cut It Out Of My Body, Cut It Out Of My Mind, To Look, No Look, With These Eyes
Cut It Out Of My Body. Cut It Out Of My Mind. To Look, No Look, With These Eyes
Hatch As Hatch Can - And I Can - But Won't
The Coquetery of Immobility. Oh Watch How I Bake, a Victim, a Baby, a Coital Clake
Hatch as Hatch Can-and I Can-But Won't
What Are We Hiding
A New Music For A New Kitchen
The Roles We Play...
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