Our first and only release is called One Way Ticket: Songs To Slit Your Wrists By. The disk is black on both top AND bottom (though it still plays on standard equipment, don't worry) and individually hand-painted and numbered. It's over an hour long, and the track list is as follows:
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Listener Reviews:
"This album says fuck everything. It says fuck you, fuck me, fuck you for caring about me, fuck anyone who thinks there's a point to life... and fuck Indiana." -- Maui Threv
"...It was then that I put in One Way Ticket, and incidentally also the same night I learned to drink whiskey from the bottle." -- DV
"A good listen for an evening alone, when you feel very, very alone." -- Jonathan Chaffin
"This gets in your ear and snakes its way down to that jagged hole in your heart left by an Ex who didn't have one, and makes a comfortable home in there." -- Will Moss
"The name says it all. All the pain and venom associated with getting shit on and throwing it back." -- Duncan Brennan
"Most of the songs, if you're not in the best mood to begin with, are like tying a brick to your ankle and throwing yourself in a river." -- Laura King
"Painful Reminder has a strong message to deliver: No, Virginia, there is no Santa Claus; he broke his neck coming down the chimney with a bag of coal just for you." -- Nicole Duffey
To purchase the album, or submit a review (good, bad, whatever), please go to our CDBaby page:
