
THE HOMICIDES are a buncha creeps. Loud, crude, distortion fuelled kamikaze buzzsaw muscle… Degenerate garage trash… These are the people your parents warned you about… The instinctive swagger of a group with its head in the gutter and its hands down your pants… their songs instantly memorable, hook driven, damned dirty souped up side-walk classics. Pure amplified amphetamine… Live shows incendiary. The Homicides crash through their sets like a tomcat onspeed, pushing themselves to the limit every time.
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Babysitter
Lipstick
No Class
666 pack
Dont Call
Red Room
Detox Ward
Nuthin To Say
Im On Drugs
Nervous
hard knocks
Poofters Paradise
Get High and Die
I Hate You
(I Fuck Girls) Too Young For Me
Redneck Rockin Dead
I'm in Love with Susan Atkins
Zero Population
I Fuck Girls Too Young For Me
Fried Chicken & Gasolene
(i **** girls) too young for m
Powder Rocket
Hate
I Think Your'e shit
Thank You Beer
Don't Call
Satan's Mothers
Loose Teeth
Body Snatcher
Don’t Call
Bruiser
drunk as a cunt
Redneck Rockin' Dead
I'm On Drugs
I Stand
Nuthin' To Say
No Time (To Fuck)
Here I Stand
Buiser
Sex Offender
shes a bruiser
Sexual Offender
Thankyou Beer
(Unknown)
Baby Sitter
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