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2053

by Help

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  • Record/Vinyl + Digital Album

    2nd pressing limited edition variant looks like wildfire sky. 57 pressed, available only through Nadine Records. Comes with double-sided lyric sheet insert.

    Includes unlimited streaming of 2053 via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more.
    ships out within 7 days
    edition of 57 

      $20 USD or more 

     

  • Record/Vinyl + Digital Album

    2nd pressing limited edition clear vinyl with black smoke. 57 pressed, available only through Nadine Records. Comes with double-sided lyric sheet insert.

    Includes unlimited streaming of 2053 via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more.
    ships out within 7 days
    edition of 57 

      $20 USD or more 

     

  • Record/Vinyl + Digital Album

    First pressing edition of 400.
    Comes with double sided lyric sheet insert.

    Includes unlimited streaming of 2053 via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more.
    ships out within 7 days

      $15 USD or more 

     

  • Streaming + Download

    Includes unlimited streaming via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more.
    Purchasable with gift card

      $6 USD  or more

     

  • Limited Edition Black in Red Vinyl
    Record/Vinyl + Digital Album

    Special "Color in Color" black in translucent red vinyl matching the "2053" album artwork. Comes with a double-sided lyric sheet insert. First pressing edition of 100- Available only through Nadine Records.

    Includes unlimited streaming of 2053 via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more.

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  • 'Fire and Ashes and Shit' Vinyl
    Record/Vinyl + Digital Album

    2nd pressing limited edition variant blend of "Apocalypse sky' translucent red-orange and clear with black "smoke" vinyl. Only 7 pressed, each one unique, and available only through Nadine Records. Comes with double-sided lyric sheet insert.

    Includes unlimited streaming of 2053 via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more.

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1.
It's not for the money It's not for the art We're coming together Just to fall apart It's a little bit simple Of that I'm sure So find an enemy And find a cure Like little babies We're marching on With frozen bodies And guns drawn There's just something I gotta say to you If you're gonna come over here and run over my body I need you to come back around one more time and put me out of my misery Right now Right now Did you set yourself up for the kill Okay okay If you really think you deserve to hoard all the beautiful gifts of the universe I just gotta ask you one question It's all ME ME ME WANT WANT WANT ME ME ME WANT WANT WANT Well go ahead and take it Take my money, take my dignity Just come back around one more time and put me outta my god damn misery Right now Right now Did you like the taste of that pill If god came down to kill his son We are the ultra violent ones Buy cheap, sell high, Ra is the sun We are the ultra violent ones
2.
When your mouth stops breathing and your heart stops beating and you're barely alive Goodbye sound and vision You were never alive
3.
Well death has a way with its words And wisdom is out for the count All fire and ashes and shit He's gonna watch himself melt You see he loves to watch himself in the mirror Aimlessly peeling off his burnt skin So he can feel himself breathe and see you breathe And he can do it all over again Again and again They're gonna take off his head His skinny little head They're gonna take off his head His skinny little head Once again while examining the neurophysiological profile of his students Berka was able to identify emergent leaders before sending them out with bags into the streets You see getting locked in a tin can for six months at a time won't make you feel better this time after time There's a crack in the system and it's never our friend He's gonna watch himself melt Again and again They're gonna take off his head His skinny little head They're gonna take off his head His skinny little head They're gonna take off his head
4.
Stop 01:50
It's like I'm stuck inside the mind of the belly of the mime It goes, it goes, it goes But the sun is in the sky of the speckle of an eye I know that's how it should go I'm empty and tired and dead as this party I know that's how it should go But the sun is in the sky of a thoughtless state of mind I just didn't know I didn't know The faintest of whispers the loudest of lies Breaking out the demons of the mind The tiniest darkness can be a surprise I just didn't know I didn't know It's not that pretty I know what you said It's not that beautiful But the sun is in the sky of the belly of the mime I just didn't know I didn't know STOP I didn't know I didn't know I didn't know
5.
Well I think I'm blowing an instinct I hope I'm not just dreaming of nothing Because my brain got fried It's like I'm hiding under the covers Not gonna take any help from another But you know I tried Like the apple of my eye And my brain got fried But you know I tried Like the apple of my eye I'm not gonna take any more classes cause they're not gonna get me by But you know I tried Well I'm living under a trash can, I'm not eating out of the trash man Cause my brain got fried Like the apple of my eye Cause my brain got fried But you know I tried Like the apple of my eye Like the apple of my eye And my brain got fried But you know I tried Like the apple of my eye
6.
I just kicked a suicide to death The murder was incomplete Life without limbs and words without bodies No warmth no reality Your house of cards Blown to the ground with no chance of recovery Time stamped Gripped pawed Silence happened next Time stamped Gripped pawed Silence happened next All lives cutoff from their substance The police seized you teaching you violence in your sleep I'm a piece of the pile I'm done I'm done A house that barely tolerates humans Jesus god Jesus god Wipe your feet have a seat take a knee and repeat I feel all alone like a spoiled brat but I'd do it all over again so help me God It's all just some place somewhere And it was all pretty enchanting at first A modern age and a list of conditions Time stamped Gripped pawed Silence happened next Time stamped Gripped pawed Silence happened next All lives cut off from their substance The police seized you teaching you violence in your sleep I'm a piece of the pile I'm done I'm done A house that barely tolerates humans Jesus god Jesus god Jesus god
7.
Needling 01:26
8.
There's roaches in the carpet Crawling towards the bed I don't care what you said man I don't believe a word that you said Well Jesus was a liar And Judas was his friend I don't care what you said man I don't believe a word that you said that you said I can get drunk and sleep all day I can get drunk in bed I don't care what you said man I don't believe a word that you said that you said I'm freaking out you're freaking out It makes us feel better I'm not happy, whatever that means Well your innocence is making you weak And your pocketbook is making you weep It's all around you and it's making you weak So let's weep for the weak that's not me I'm freaking out you're freaking out It makes us feel better I'm not happy, whatever that means My mouth is on fire Pockets full of dread I don't care what you said man I don't believe a word that you said that you said Well your innocence is making you weak And your pocketbook is making you weep It's all around you and it's making you weak So let's weep for the weak that's not me
9.
YEAH One small problem afraid of a powerful hunch Subsequent scholars, psychedelic problems are trash Take real time pictures, expose them to the house of the blind The fingers on the painting of God controls the living And all the petty things that hang around in the balance Slap fingers on the organs of your power stained throat saying YEAH Ignore a few lessons and fake your concussions and leave Despite all the insights and developing strengths of the mind I'd hope I wouldn't rather go blind And frequently engage in a range of activities Flub your awareness, strength by proximity Hang out of balance, kneecaps your hearth strings Living rooms paint cans, eat off the carpet Of the always crashing simple grand question YEAH
10.
2053 03:16
Constructed genes and nervous disease The molded man paralyzed for centuries Cut down to size in moralities eyes Can crawl back home, like a carrier pigeon that's dead or alive And the only things I can hear right now Can't seem to wait to snap the neck of the mouse A despot born with a silver foot in his mouth is selfish not innocent and not very smart And longing to live in the darkest of hearts There was a time when a skinned knee was the devil inside of me There was a time when I cried and cursed at my brother There was a time I would've given the whole world just to feel whole There was a time I thought I committed blasphemy There was a time that a skinned knee was the devil inside of me There was a time when I cried and cursed at my brother There was a time I would've given the whole world just to feel whole Follow me into the dark I'll carry you I'll show you Like the pearls of sweat on the edge of your head On the edge of your head Something funny happens when you push out your life and realize Your needs are way less than a child's It was 2053 and it looks like we've got a problem Bodies in the morgue lying together Talking about the best of times and the worst of times Oh bathe me bathe me I don't need saving Up went their knees all swinging like bats and batons and piñatas and broken dreams It was exactly the same 200 years ago There's really nothing new under the sun Every time it rises, it's still a sight to behold

about

"HELP is here in the form of Portland's best new hardcore band-- exploring themes of anxiety, inequality, disillusionment, exhaustion and hope through a chaotic swirl of squealing feedback, guitar crunch and thunderous low end." // Ben Salmon, KERRANG!

"The new record is filled with jolting slices of post-punk menace, allowing the songs to build upon themselves before being destroyed in a sort of existential cleansing. The album explores outrage, religious scorn, self-identity, and the state of the world today."// Keegan Williams, NEW NOISE MAGAZINE

"'2053' is a shrill battle cry against complacency in a crumbling world. In an era of mounting social anxiety, ever increasing political divide, and palpable hopelessness permeating even the most resilient of circles, '2053' urgently calls for a carving out of time and space in which to experience and express collective despair." // Carissa Pereira, ELEVEN PDX

"Truly a punk band through and through, but their music has a way of being minimalist in the loudest, most passionate and chaotic way possible. It's all short bursts of destruction behind a barking voice with lines like 'I just kicked a suicide to death. The murder was incomplete' to get you fixated upon some deep thoughts long after the song has disintegrated and rolled into the next barrage. 10 beatings, 20-some-odd minutes, a whole days worth of manic contemplation as a result. Get HELP." // Ryan Canavan HANGING HEX

"Noisy, gritty and frantic. Most importantly, it is in your face and punk rock. '2053' expands on the band's sound, writhing in focused bouts of feedback and rhythmic dissonance, unchecked slabs of aggro and atmospheric noise that threatens to implode before somehow resolving. '2053' is a fitting soundtrack to the ongoing decline of civilization." // AUDIO MIRAGE STUDIOS

"Sounds like: Your favorite pop band tore up its big record contract, joined an anarchist street gang and decided to write the soundtrack to the next riot. Angry times call for angry music, and all three members are as pissed off about the current state of the world as anyone else. But at the core of HELP's existence is the simple thought that shouting and sweating and throwing yourself around a room is fun, and it's even better if you get to do it alongside your best buds." // Matthew Singer, WILLAMETTE WEEK

"Under the carry of dirt HELP beats a torn heart - it's catchy but not creepy, rough but not gross." // MARASTMUSIC.COM

credits

released March 15, 2022

HELP is Ryan Neighbors, Bim Ditson & Morty
All music written and performed by Ryan Neighbors, Bim Ditson and Boone Howard
Lyrics by Ryan and Bim
Produced, engineered and mixed by Sony Diperri
Mastered by Dave Cooley at Elysian Masters
2nd pressing lacquers cut by Amy Dragon
Art and layout by Jodie Beechem
Photo by Tyler Bertram

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Help Portland, Oregon

Help is a noise punk band. Remove fear from decision making. Act in defiant joy. Refuse to dominate others. Do not hoard the gifts of the universe. The future is uncertain. Ends don’t justify means. Solidarity now. Class war now.

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