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1979

by Double Fisted

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1.
Blackblood 00:59
(instrumental)
2.
COMES AROUND, GOES AROUND KARMA’S A BITCH I GOT CAUGHT WITH A SEVEN YEAR ITCH I DON’T KNOW, BUT I’VE BEEN TOLD THE SECRET TO LIFE WHEN YOU GET OLD YOUR TIME IS UP, YOU’RE GONNA GO SO SPEND ALL YOUR MONEY ON HOOKERS & BLOW TAKE IT AS IT COMES ONE DAY AT A TIME FIND YOUR OWN WAY DON’T TAKE MINE
3.
In Your Face 02:42
I’M A FUNKY MOTHERFUCKIN’ MONKEY RUNNIN’ FROM THE C.I.A SHERRIF JOKE DON’T TOKE SO WE HAD TO VOTE HIS ASS AWAY AND McSALLY IN THE VALLEY GOT HER JOB FROM A DEAD McCAIN REVELATION? INSPIRATION? DEFECATION ON A NARCISSISTIC NATION IN YOUR FACE CONSTIPATION? FORNICATION? DESPERATION FOR THE BOOMER GENERATION IN YOUR FACE SCOOBY DOOBY PASS THE DOOBIE ‘CAUSE I NEED A SCOOBY SNACK TODAY SENDIN’ BERNIE ON A JOURNEY HE’S JUST TOO OLD, SAD TO SAY THE POSTAL SERVICE MAKES HIM NERVOUS BUT THE VOTERS ARE GOING HAVE THEIR DAY COPULATION? EJACULATION? INSTIGATION OF A FALSE INVESTIGATION IN YOUR FACE OCCUPATION? ALTERCATION? URINATION ON ALL YOUR INDIGNATION IN YOUR FACE APPLICATION? MASTURBATION? EXTERMINATION OF THE GIANT ACCUSATION IN YOUR FACE IMAGINATION? STIPULATION? DEMONSTRATION OF THE UNHOLY CREATION IN YOUR FACE BLIND YOUR IRIS WITH A VIRUS THE INFECTION IS HERE TO STAY GET YOUR VIEWS FROM THE NEWS THEY’RE GOING TO TELL YOU WHAT TO SAY MO IKAGENISHIRO ‘CAUSE I’VE GOT NOTHING MORE TO SAY EXPLORATION? COLONIZATION? EXPLOITATION OF THE NATIVE POPULATION IN YOUR FACE ACCUSATION? PROVOCATION? SIMULATION INSIDE GRAND CENTRAL STATION IN YOUR FACE IMITATION? ANTICIPATION? INVITATION TO A REALIZATION IN YOUR FACE COMPUTATION? DISCOLORATION? COOPERATION WITH ILLUSION OF INFLATION IN YOUR FACE
4.
THAT SHITTY JOB OF MINE GOTTA MAKE THAT OVERTIME GOTTA PAY MY BILLS ON TIME NEVER STOP TO WONDER WHY I’M CAUGHT IN THE TRAP, AIN’T NO ESCAPE GOTTA GO TO WORK, GET OUT OF MY FACE DRAG ON THROUGH THE RUSH HOUR GRIND GOT TO PUNCH THAT CLOCK ON TIME THE BOSS IS SUCH A DICK THAT’S NOT THE HALF OF IT HE REALLY THINKS HE’S SLICK WHAT A TOTAL FUCKING PRICK ALWAYS GOTTA GO THE STUPID WAY THAT BULLSHIT’S NOT WORTH MY PAY HALFWAY DONE, THE LUNCHBELL RINGS TAKE ONE HOUR AND DO MY THING IT’S TIME TO SWEAT SOME MORE WE’RE NOT QUITE OUT THE DOOR GONNA DO MY EIGHT AND SKATE FUCK IT, GUESS IT’S JUST MY FATE HARDLY WORKING LIKE A SLOB NO THAT AIN’T MY FUCKING JOB HIT UP THE BAR, GOTTA HAVE A DRINK GOD DAMNED BOSS, HE FIRED ME
5.
I JUST WANT A BEER WHEN I GET HOME BUT SHE DRANK EVERY SINGLE ONE MY BABY, SHE DRINKS ALL THE TIME MY BABY, SHE’S DRUNK ALL THE TIME I GET TOP SHELF WHISKEY FROM THE STORE SHE GIGGLES WHEN SHE WANTS TO DRINK SOME MORE (AIN’T SHE CUTE?) I GET HOME FROM WORK AFTER A LONG, LONG, TWELVE HOUR SHIFT SHE’S PASSED OUT ON THE COUCH ARE YOU STILL WATCHING NETFLIX? IS THAT DINNER ON THE STOVE? STILL COOKING, OH MAN, ALMOST BURNED SO WHAT’S NEXT? HUH? HUH? YOU GOING TO BURN THE FUCKING HOUSE DOWN? TWO DRINKS AND SHE WANTS TO FOOL AROUND TWO MORE AND THEN SHE PASSES OUT (SAY WHAT?)
6.
Sink Or Swim 02:29
AT THE AGE OF EIGHTEEN I WAS LIVIN’ THE DREAM SOON TO BE COLLEGE BOUND WHEN I TURNED TWENTY-ONE MY FATHER SAID “SON, DON’T EVER LET LIFE GET YOU DOWN” “IT’S HARD TO SURVIVE AND KEEP THE DREAM ALIVE, YOU’RE GONNA HAVE TO SINK OR SWIM JUST FAKE IT ‘TIL YOU MAKE IT IT’S DO OR DIE, DON’T BREAK IT YOU’RE GONNA HAVE TO SINK OR SWIM” NOT BEFORE LONG HAD TO GET A CRAPPY JOB BE DAMNED IF I HAD BILLS TO PAY DOIN’ WHAT I CAN WORKIN’ FOR THE MAN LIVIN’ IN THE WORLD TODAY KICKED TO THE CURB, LEFT TO ROT I JUST LAUGH, “IS THAT ALL YOU GOT?” MY FATHER ALWAYS SAID “YOU’RE GONNA HAVE TO SINK OR SWIM”
7.
Simon Said 02:25
SIMON SAID “DON’T WAKE THE DEAD” INSIDE OUT, OUTSIDE IN THE FLESH IS SHED SIMON SAID “DON’T GO TO BED” EYES SHUT TIGHT, SAY YOUR PRAYERS AT NIGHT AND PLACE YOUR BETS SIMON WAITS AT THE PEARLY GATES NEVER TRULY KNOWING RIGHT FROM WRONG HE SEALS YOUR FATE SIMON SAID “BETTER CHECK YOUR HEAD” HAIR TRIGGER SHOTGUN COMES IN YOUR MOUTH WE’LL ALL BE DEAD SIMON SAID “DON’T WAKE THE DEAD” OUTSIDE IN, INSIDE OUT THE SKIN IS SHED
8.
Empty Dreams 03:23
I WAS ONCE A YOUNGER MAN, STUMBLING THROUGH MY LIFE WITHOUT A PLAN SEEMS THAT I WAS BORN TO LOSE, ALWAYS FUCKING UP, AND BREAKING ALL THE RULES SEEMS I’D NEVER BE ALIVE LONG ENOUGH TO EVER SEE MY DREAMS SURVIVE FAILURE’S BEEN A PART OF ME I WAS ALWAYS MY OWN WORST ENEMY GETTING DRUNK, GETTING STONED, GETTING LAID, AND GETTING TO FEEL ALL ALONE EMPTY DREAMS UP ON THE SHELF I NEVER REALLY TRIED TO SAVE ME FROM MYSELF
9.
(instrumental)
10.
1979 05:00
I was still in High School, 1979, in the same town where Jimi Hendrix is buried. Back then it was just a bronze marker in the ground, not the Memorial it is today. We used to go out there on Friday nights, smoke a doobie, leave the roach, maybe leave a splash of Jack Daniels. You’d never have a full blown party out there, no, the cops would cruise by randomly. We’d call it “payin’ our respects” but we were really just bored teenagers lookin’ for any ol’ excuse to go get stoned. I rode an old 350 Honda, CB series, had that old “Café Racer” style to it. Kurt had a 750 Yamaha with extended forks to make it look like a chopper. But Gene, yeah, Gene’s bike made us all green with envy. He rode a Kawasaki KZ1000, it could go from zero to 140 in seconds flat, but he didn’t do that very often. Gene had just lost his girl and lost his job, that bike was the last thing of value he had on this Earth, except for his own short life. We paid our respects to Jimi and headed out to a house party up north in Bellevue, where the rich girls lived. You know the type, always trying to prove they could put the “X” in “sex” better than the others. Instead of the freeway, we always rode up Coal Creek Parkway, it had lots of turns and was fun to ride. Back then, it was pretty dark, no streetlights, and hardly any houses along the way either. It was just a long dark road through the woods. Didn’t know it at the time, but that was the last chance we were ever going to get to ride together. Gene took off ahead of us, so we really didn’t see what happened. Don’t know if that Dooley Pickup wandered over the line, or Gene, but we found Gene’s arm first, cut off at the shoulder. His body was about a hundred yards up the way, and his bike was in the ditch even further up. None of us had the thought to go chase down that pickup truck, he got away. Took forever for the ambulance to get there, didn’t have cell phones back then. Gene had lost too much blood while we just sat in shock, he was already gone by the time the paramedics finally arrived. Kurt took it the hardest and got wrapped up with Scientology after that. Seems to me that religion preys on the emotionally venerable to gain followers, unless you happen to be born into it. A few months later, my father got a Civil Service Job with the Army, and we moved overseas to Camp Zama in Japan. Had to leave all my friends behind. These days however, with social media, I’ve reconnected with some of ‘em. I don’t know whatever finally happened to Kurt though, even though I’ve looked, haven’t seen or heard from him since 1979.
11.
Bad Acid 01:55
(instrumental)

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"Alright, let’s get you caught up: Double Fisted are Bill and Roger from Grissle. I reviewed some of their previous releases in issues 119 and 110. They describe their sound as “whatever they want”—a sound that ranges from skate rock, to surf, punk’n’roll, and beyond. The sheer variety of sounds on every release impresses me every time, and it’s all damn catchy. The combination of great tunes and lyrics that all tell miniature stories make for an almost movie soundtrack experience when listening to any of their releases, and 1979 is no exception. The title track in particular tells the story of a motorcycle ride gone very wrong and its aftermath. Double Fisted have become one of my favorite bands of the year, and this new release only reaffirms that position." - Razorcake

"Fuck yeah! Some our favorite punks in Arizona released a new album last month and you gotta check it out! Double Fisted unleashed 1979 and it is straight up punk as fuck. This album is like riding a punk rock rollercoaster to hell and back you are locked in after the first track. Honestly if you dig old school punk rock then this is the perfect record for you. Crack open a 40oz and give it a listen you won’t be disappointed! Our favorite track off the record: Wrath Of Godzilla" - Punk And Metal News

"Just killer raw punk rock with a brutal bad ass feel of pure evil and fasts punk rock. Well fans of 80’s era punk like RAW POWER, SMUT PEDDLERS, DR KNOW, DRI, FANG, PIGMY LOVE CIRCLE will love just punk rock nutz over this record. The song 1979 gives off a NO TREND ” Teen Love” sort of feel. Killer stuff." - Toxic Flyer Fanzine

"Punk trio from Phoenix that roars down the sonic highway but lets your brain hit the off ramp for a coffee break when you need it. The punk is flavored with a metallic coating that goes down smooth most of the time. I am thinking mid-period Gang Green or Suicidal Tendencies. The title track is actually more spoken word but tells a story of a Friday night gone bad. There are some live instrumental songs added onto the end and the band wraps up the proceedings with a tribute to everyone’s favorite 1970s show villain from The Dukes of Hazzard. Yee-haw!" - Razorcake

"This Phoenix three-piece plays metallic, noodly, slightly prog old-guy punk. With song titles like “Hookers & Blow” and “Drunk All the Time” you might get an idea of what to expect, but it’s not all as offensive or unintelligent as you might think. The vocals are mostly done in a deadpan El Duce style, but the lyrics are well-thought-out, even if not at all my thing. The band can play and they seem to be having a swell time melding styles and jamming. I abhor “jamming,” but maybe a couple microbrews and a doobie will make you like this just fine?"
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Written and recorded during quarantine of 2020's Corona Apocalypse, with a bass player this time even.

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released October 2, 2020

Blackblood, Wrath Of Godzilla, Bad Acid: Cibrario
Hookers & Blow, Sink Or Swim: Armstrong, Cibrario, Hartman
In Your Face, Drunk All The Time: Armstrong, Cibrario, Mitchell
Overtime Blues, Simon Said, Empty Dreams, 1979: Armstrong, Cibrario

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