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Bricolage

by Mental Fix

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1.
Everyday problems piling up high. Every day routine. "Have a nice day!" Too many questions. Goals not met. Pressure on my back. Too many setbacks fucking my head. Pressure on my back. I think it's gonna crack.
2.
What's the point of living in a desert made of ice and broken pavement? It snows only 4 months out of a year but every time i wanna die by the end of January. I know if i really wanted to escape i could find a way and i know that it's pointless to complain, but lately i've really been missing the City of Gainesville. In 3 weeks my skin will get burnt by the sun again. I can take it i guess. My favourite season stretches from Pouzza to Ottawa Explosion, then i'll shut up about the weather until November comes around and we're all collectively bummed that Fest is over. Summer's never long enough and the Sunshine State is so far away. Summer's never long enough when you're stuck living north of New England. And i've been thinking that i should leave...
3.
Seized every opportunity, ended up blowing my own chances. At peace with who i am, i know i could've turned out much worse. I'm staying angry, but what's it gonna change? Staying humble but who ever gets the point? I'm doing all i can given the circumstances. At peace with who i am yet never satisfied. Made all the healthy choices but we're all gonna die. I climbed and wished and fell straight to the bottom of a well of good intentions. I do my best trying to make the world a better place. I really tried making some sort of a difference. Can't lead by example if no one's gonna notice. If nobody's perfect, why even practice? It's not enough!
4.
Home 01:54
Everybody's talking about "right place, right time" Might have been through there a couple of times. Highlines, lowlines, highway, no signs. Think i might have seen them on my way to somewhere else. Trying hard now to create some new memories, rediscover what it means to be family. If shit just happens, is it just randomly? And why can't it happen for me? Trapped on the wrong side of the dollar. Your economy: intelligent design, or simply just a con on me? Kind of lost now, don't know where to go. You say i'm insane, fucked in the brain. No way.
5.
Lines were drawn quickly between the French and English colonies that spanned the great expanses of the New World. Every brave new adventure and fresh discovery not made in the name of progress but of king and country. And so explorers crushed the natives, stiffened artificial boundaries and instead of sharing they brought flags, rape and misery. And the greatest losers in this god-forsaken story are the ones that were already here, peaceful and welcoming. Then the invaders stayed and polluted everything. Lending gun, sword and stolen ground to faceless companies building pipelines that nobody needs and it won't change a thing that we disagree. And it goes on and on, it's all the same. We're still bulldozing over those sacred lands where there's so much we could learn if only money didn't override culture. It goes on and on, it never ends. The economy keeps those boundaries in place and we'll dehydrate and burn long before the bankers run out of drinking water.
6.
Collapsing, spiralling head first while my body stands upright. Shattering, erasing whatever confidence i might've had. This isn't what i wanted when i ran away from what i used to be. Been there more than a few times, painted myself in corners. Surrounded by people i didn't really want to be around. My bloodshot eyes make it hard to lie, i know you can tell sincerity is ill when i say i'm doing well. It's time to let that paint dry, step on out and let the pain die. I can't afford to wait here for another second. The more i learn, it seems, the more i regret. This passing time will not erase choices i'd rather forget. The more people i meet, the more lonesome i get. It's not what i wanted but if i dwell on it i might as well be dead.
7.
So nail me to this plastic cross, bind my feet with dental floss. Keep my eyes open, try to keep my mouth shut. We run around like dogs sniffin' each others' butts. When all you've got is a hammer, everything looks like a nail. Garbage world. Disposable life. Garbage world. Destined to fail. So nail me to this plastic cross, bind my feet with dental floss. Getting mad at my TV set. Looks like humanity's lost the bet. We're destined to fail. Sweet words spew from their rotting mouths. There’s no foundation to this decaying house. We’ve made our beds so let them burn. Let’s give the next empire its turn. It's time to lower your expectations.
8.
My job is a dead end. My life is going nowhere. I know you feel the same. We're all just going nowhere. Wish we could say we're all in this together but even though we've got the same problems we're still isolated. Wish we could unite and overthrow whatever keeps us crippled and uneasy but it's never gonna happen. I can't keep living this way. Wish we could say we're all in this together but even though we've got the same problems we're still isolated. Wish we could unite and overthrow whatever keeps us grounded and unhappy but it's never gonna happen. I can't keep living this way but i just keep complaining every day.
9.
Laugh all you want, i won't move an inch in the direction you're heading. I'll take the road less traveled if it means i have to pave it myself. I won't be caught dead following in your footsteps. You won't see me around. All you are to me is all i'd never want to be, so stand aside, don't try to slow me down. Wrong and right don't mean the same to you and i, so i say good luck with your shitty life in your shitty town. You won't see me around.
10.
Si on veut apprendre de quoi sont prisonniers au plus profond d'eux-mêmes les individus qui nous entourent, il faut considérer les infrastructures qui nous contiennent. Le squelette collectif dans lequel on vit tous tassés. Il faut contempler notre monde civilisé dans toute son objectivité. Chaque nouvel appareil ou machine électrique dont la commodité s'installe dans notre organisation fait la dispense d'une faculté, d'un talent, d'une capacité oubliée que nous possédions auparavant. J'ai mal à la tête. Trop de monde, incapable de réfléchir. Leur autonomie cérébrale fait place à tout ce qu'on peut trouver sur le WWW, cette réalité virtuelle dans laquelle on vit en parrallèle. C'est une diminution fatale. Soustraction banale. Régression due au développement. Domination due à la dispense. Nos vies se déroulent au crépuscule de ce long désenchantement. (translated to English) If we want to learn what our surrounding individuals are prisoners of deep within themselves, we need to consider the infrastructures that contain us. The collective skeleton in which we are all stuck together. We need to contemplate our civilized world in all objectivity. Each new appliance or electric machine providing convenience to our organisation dispenses a capacity, a talent which we forget we used to possess. My head hurts from too many people unable to think. Their cerebral autonomy gives way to all the things we can find on the world wide web, this virtual reality where we live parallel lives. It’s a fatal diminution, a banal subtraction. Regression due to development. Domination due to dispense. Our lives happen at the dusk of this long disenchantment.

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Cassette album available from Too Many Notes records. TMN-004
Discography CD from Urban Sleep Discs in Japan.

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released December 31, 2017

Hugo - guitar & vocals
Steve - bass & vocals
Marie Eve - drums
Frank - guitar & vocals

All words and music by Mental Fix.
Recording magic by Marc-André Beaudet.
Handclaps by everyone.
Artwork by Angoisse.

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Mental Fix Montreal, Québec

East Bay style punk from Montreal.
Read Zines, Ride Bikes, Don't Eat Animals.

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