Kettle Rebellion

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Kettle Rebellion was the first "full-band" incarnation of Mischief Brew. Formed in 2001, after the "Mirth" demo was unleashed, the band only played five shows in Philly, recorded eight songs in 2002, and that was that. The songs were never mastered nor released. A few years later, some kids were staying at Erik and Denise's house and one of them swiped the final mixes. He made up his own song titles (because they weren't listed), and put it on Soulseek as a "rare Mischief Brew record." That totally sucked. Twelve years later, we secured an adequate high-bitrate backup copy so we seized the opportunity, mastered it, and now are finally releasing it. It is limited to 250 copies on oxblood vinyl so don't delay! Also available on April 1st digitally, and on CD from Different Circle Records, UK. Tolkien-style medieval anarcho-balladry.

Here is the REAL track listing, not the invented one:
1. Seeking The Brave
2. Victory Dance Of The Outlanders
3. A Liquor Never Brewed
4. Away With Purity
5. Barratry Call
6. The Master Is A Drunkard
7. Doomsday Evening
8. Storming The Sandcastles

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released April 1, 2014

Erik Petersen - Voice, guitar, mandolin
Jon Foy - Bass, voice
Chris "Doc" Kulp - Drums, percussion, voice, gong, bugle

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Mischief Brew Philadelphia, Pennsylvania

Emerging from the undead ashes of PA punk troupe The Orphans, Mischief Brew started with a scratchy demo tape in 2000 and has since spread the good word of anarchy, hilarity, and rebellion across state lines and even the Atlantic Ocean a few times. We've managed to exist for over 13 years in one form or another by kissing nobody's ass and doing everything ourselves, for the most part. No rules! ... more

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Track Name: Seeking The Brave
From the mire, raise my head
Ha ha, they thought I was dead!
Now where was I before the wolves came around?
I have heard here and there
Of wealth as free as the air
Of truth as clear as a crystal
Of labor without worries or cares

I have heard of a clan
Are they here or in faraway lands?
Wood-dwelling rebels and revelers
I was told by a friend
That this great quest would only begin
If I'd stop circling in circles behind my own bars
And spiral on out to the fiery stars

Cross this river, pay the toll
By the gods, I feel I'm so close
From which direction does the night music drift?
I am worn, thirsty and thin
I stumble into an old inn
As the barman inquires, "A bed or a grave?"
I say neither
I'm seeking the brave

'Round the licks
A victory dance
Eat and drink and sing my children
Track Name: Victory Dance Of The Outlanders
There's mischief in the eyes of peddlers
A love to dance in the hearts of meddlers
I'll trade steeds but never trade 'way my days
To be a working slave
A graceful road to a quiet grave
A merchant with a broomstick chasing my mother away

If I'm a goblin or a devil
Why do I send joy to the rabble?
Why do I fill your childrens' hearts with hope?
You send them to dreamland
Armed with lies that I have no fortune grand
Name me a working man
But I am not a slave
No I am not a slave, no

You set traps for the vultures
When they come for the dead

Over the hills, under the earth
Goodnight, city
Fiddles lilting

'Round the licks, a victory dance
Eat and drink and sing my children

And here is wealth!
Bread for the bakers
And goods from the makers

There's shoes not fit for their princes
But fit for we
Kings and queens
Oh, if you could taste our dreams

They're breeding strangers, bitter settlers
And there's mischief in the eyes of meddlers
Track Name: A Liquor Never Brewed
There was a knockin' at my door
It's the dreaded landlord
He wants his rent and wants it now
And he is careless how
He left us in a vacant daze
Askin' how we got here
And we retired to slumber
But the glasses never were rinsed

There was a tapping on my back
It's the dreaded foreman
I think I see a smile
Through his teeth and his cigar
He put my hands to working
Said they'd otherwise do nothing
And I made a thousand things today
I'm sure I'll never use

There was a ringing of my bell
I picked it up to answer
They said they were my comrade
But they couldn't say my name
So I asked about the sun and moon
And what their thoughts on time were
They hung it up in madness
And went on to punch the clock

And somewhere there's a sound of someone singing
I got an invitation once to liberty
They had a mischief brew, but no goblets were used
Besting rum or porter
'Tis a liquor never brewed, never brewed

There was a rapping at my door
It's the dreaded policeman
He had a ticket to enter
Signed by fools and stamped with laws
He questioned me on politics
Scorned my generation
For not respecting elders
And the land's authority

So when the landlord came to knock
I said, "Come back tomorrow!"
There's more life I'll be living
Than just slaving from your wage
And to the troop and foreman
Make yourself the things I don't use
For I'm off into the forest
For a liquor never brewed

Today, I'm following the sound of someone singing
I got an invitation once to liberty
They had a mischief brew, but no goblets were used
Besting rum or porter
'Tis a liquor never brewed, never brewed
Track Name: Away With Purity
To see the world through an empty shotglass
Shake order on the rocks of chaos
Liberty as the ripest fruit
That if not eaten shall rot and bruise
See a saint succumb to sin
Bow down, return again
To find rage in passion and fear in love
Poverty in wealth above

Give me life and all sweet pain
The knives of truth, the hope in rain
Savage beauty and the fiery plains
Show me dawns never tamed
To think we'd live on bread alone
Betting on angels to carry us home
I'll take some flesh and bone

Heard a priest condone the bombings
But heard a cop condemn the shootings
Good flirts with bad and the scholars go mad
'Twas the strangest meal I've ever had
And you long for a steady journey
Stable country, simple morning
But the evening of a ruthless knife
Brought the sweetest sunrise of your life

Give me life and all sweet pain
The knives of truth, the hope in rain
Savage beauty and the fiery plains
Show me dawns never tamed
To think we'd live on bread alone
A'fearing devils, fire and stone
A'fearing flesh and bone

A'cursing devils, fire and stone
A'cursing flesh and bone

Away away
Away with purity
Track Name: Barratry Call
Barratry, hey!
Barratry, hey!
Track Name: The Master Is A Drunkard
Who is this that stands before me
With a candle at its end?
There's a fire in the wheatfield
And a storm around the bend
There's strangers out a'prowling
'Round the great harvests of hay
So gather all your family
And send them all away
And to your youngest daughter
Hide her smiles, hide her curls
For the master is a drunkard
And he'll sell her off for pearls
Hide her from the vile workbeast
Cover her ears from the screaming world
For the master is a drunkard
And he'll sell her off for pearls

Who goes before the tyrants
Wielding innocence, like fools?
You'll need a thousand armies
And a tale to tell your troops
Tell a tale of harsh oppression
And the will to thrive again
How your master is a bastard
And his day must see its end
And when they start to falter
Bring their hearts a carving knife
And I will not wince in sorrow
Sir, you did not take a life
For on the final day of lashing
You won the wardship of their souls
Captured, blackened by your orders
Then set free in the wintry cold

You say your master is a bastard
And you cannot stand his yoke
If your master is a bastard
Take a knife up to his throat
There's no means to scold your daughter
When she overturns a stone
There's no comfort in a dark house
No harmony in torpid moans

Your bones are rickety hinges
Your back, a rusty tin
So you shambled to your bedside
Found your wife in bed with him
If your master is a drunkard
Don't bring him wine, or pour
If your master is a drunkard
Escape to freedom while he snores
Track Name: Doomsday Evening
Take me back to where the ale is golden
And where the rum is black
Where the welcome's bright, where lamplights invite
Through a doorway's thinning cracks
See the dancers swing by the windows
Looking in from the falling snow
For I turned away to the break of day
Singing, off to work I go

Well, there was no end to our unrest
We couldn't leave that town too soon
'Til we found ourselves by the benches
Our guardian, the moon
And then the skies grew all the blacker
And rain came a'drumming down
And it fouled our nest and we got no rest
Take me back to that fucking town

Laughter, a song of the free
Drink this toast proposed to thee

Now we're standing by the clockworks
A rope around our necks
Placing bets on what strange morning
We shall greet after this rest
And it's late on doomsday evening
And we slept all afternoon
Craving days of yore so feared before
Crying, "set, you sun and moon!"

Drink this toast proposed to thee

Where were you when the gates were open?
When the guard had sleepy eyes?
When we first shattered our windows
Running out into the night?
Did you rise to greet the morning?
Did you lose all the bounds of time?
Or were you selling off the present
For a morrow never nigh?
Track Name: Storming The Sandcastles
It's true, our lords have lost their minds
From the thirst for blood and the hunger to dine
On the freshest meat from the foreign rogues
Such a manner of fools that are heirs to this throne

In the house of the mad
House of the perverted
They're talking to mirrors
They're dancing in circles
The art of their warfare's abstract and absurd
In the house of the mad
House of the perverted

Feel the leather upon our hands
And remember who carried the sands
Feel the leather upon our hands

So sleep, my child, and like the sun you will rise
Your dream never lies
Awaken, my child, the fields are calling your name
They bring a new day

It's true, our lords have cut out their hearts
They're slaying the artists and selling their arts
They're slaying dissenters in public at noon
Seems we'll all be slain if the lords are not soon

In the house of the mad
House of the perverted
They're talking to mirrors
Dancing in circles
They own all the land
But want more for their burden
Which we're made to carry
When like sheep, we're herded

We pass the old workers a'paving dead roads
Wading 'round towers in treacherous moats
Begging for change and trading their souls
Gambling their children and bargaining hopes
We asked why they stand in such foul, wretched earth
They held up their jewelry and bowed to their mirth
We could have been trammeled by such vexing lies
But still we stormed onward
Now hither's our prize

To storm the great sandcastles
We'll need great waves
Of revolt and bravery
Who are the brave?
We are the brave