Thrillhouse

by Milhouse

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about

Everything was coming up Milhouse... And then not too much changed. So they recorded again. Keeping with the Milhouse philosophy it’s another collection of short, sharp, quirky, and intelligent pop punk.

They still love bands like Staying At Home and Good Luck and Into It. Over It. and it probably still sounds like that. They’re still good friends with the super talented Dylan Adams, and were still rehearsing at Mr Milk Studios, so just like the first EP they got him to record and mix these four tracks there. And, as you can see, they’re still using incredibly disparate, single word song titles (and writing songs about breakfast).
They’re still pretty positive (musically and, you know, in general) and into Dr Pepper.

Perhaps the similarities end there? Unlike the first EP they sent this one over to the US for mastering with the wonderful Carl Saff (who did Ponytail’s last album, and Bridge & Tunnel’s most recent one, and they both rule).

Milhouse is:
Thom Elder vox/guitar
Chris Costin drums/vox
Dave Drayton bass/vox
Thrillhouse Tracklisting:
1. Cereal
2. Laundry
3. Metaphysics
4. Monday

I have added the option to buy the first EP at a reduced price of $6 if you want one with the pre-order of the new EP "THRILLHOUSE". Please note that the first EP will ship with your pre-order in late September.

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released 14 August 2012

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Track Name: Cereal
Cereal
Cereal

I’ve been examining a correlation
Between eating cereal and levels of inebriation.
The sole purpose of these trivial observations
Is only to legitimise the following statement
I don’t get out much, but if I did, I would probably eat cereal
I don’t get out much, but if I did, I would probably eat cereal
A corollary, another observation
Is that some cereals seem to have an age attached to them
Like Dave says that Special K’s emasculating, yeah
But you know that it’s only targeted at middle age ladies
It’s 7:23am so grab your spoon and bowl
There’s nothing to be afraid of, there are no hot plates involved
We began fearing this feeling a long time ago, in prehistory, still you know
I’ve been examining, woah
Between eating cereal, eating cereal no
I’ve been examining a correlation
Between eating cereal, eating cereal no.
Track Name: Laundry
Laundry

Tissues in pockets tearing themselves apart
On a spin cycle, mistake from the start
You have it all hung up
The covers are covered in snow
You hung it up to dry
We had a washing not a drying machine, hence the hanging
Lyrics of living and learning about laundry, are worth having.
Track Name: Metaphysics
Metaphysics

Options are out or home theatre
Lie or be fed up
Blistering cold or the heater
What, even a choice?
I guess I’ll just go home
I guess I’ll just go home, and tackle metaphysics on my own
While the silent phone, confirms the fact that I’m alone
Why walk around downtown in the cold downpour
Did you wonder hours before if you could let it go?
While lives go on outside as they did before
Did you wonder hours before if you could let it go?
I guess I’ll just go home, and tackle metaphysics on my own
While the silent phone, reminds me that I’m alone.
Track Name: Monday
Monday

I’ve been, I’ve been having fun
(you’re no fun, you’re no fun anymore)
But now that the weekend is gone
(you’re no fun, you’re no fun anymore)
Here’s a clue try to find all
The reasons you call
Monday-itis is just an excuse to feel forlorn
A frame of reference that entices you to ponder all
The reasons that we go to war
We can’t choose days to lose, still all that time all you did was get by
I’ve been, I’ve been having fun
(you’re no fun, you’re no fun anymore)
But now that the weekend is gone
(you’re no fun, you’re no fun anymore)
Here’s a clue try to find all
The reasons you call
Monday-itis is just an excuse to feel forlorn
A state of mind that tricks you into thinking lazy thoughts
That certain days contain some force
We can’t choose days to lose, still all that time all you did was get by
I’m making Monday my new favourite day
In an attempt to look forward, to really anything
I’ll be making Monday my new favourite day of the week
In an attempt to look forward to something more than sleep
Another bagel I could eat, or playing Good Luck on repeat
Or other people I could meet, or funny reddits I could read.