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Sunshine consists of three unsettling songs guaranteed to give you feelings. It's called Sunshine because some of our songs mention sunshine. We know what we mean by it, it's sort of malevolent and fucked-up, but we can't quite explain it other than by singing it.

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released October 11, 2015

All songs by Homosexual Death Drive. Simon Murphy built the Auto Bass Generator in Theme and did the insert artwork. James Swatton recorded us. Andrew Milk orchestrated the thing and painted the cover. Additional artwork by Kay.

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Homosexual Death Drive London, UK

Homosexual Death Drive is a band that has been making DIY art since 2010.

We are Charlotte Cooper and Kayisgay. Sometimes we work with other people.

We are fat, feminist, older, queer punks and we invoke the death drive, obscenity, the anti-social. We produce music, objects, videos, performances, discomfort, feelings and memories.

We are from East London.
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Track Name: Sunshine
My babysitter put his fingers in me
Like a fireball master key
What it means I cannot see – oh sunshine
If I was there now what would I say?

My babysitter put his fingers in me
Growing like a devil tree
What it means I cannot see – oh sunshine
If I was there now what would I say?

My babysitter put his fingers in me
Lifetime on my hands and knees
What it means I cannot see – oh sunshine
If I was there now what would I say?

My babysitter put his fingers in me
Took from me and gave to me
What it means I cannot see – oh sunshine
If I was there now what would I say?

Now I see
Now I see
Now I see
Now I see
It didn't kill me
It didn't kill me
It didn't kill me
It didn't kill me
What it all means now I see – oh sunshine
I got sunshine in me
Track Name: Theme
First we fuck you
Then we kill you
Then we eat you
Then we shit you

When I was a little girl I promised myself that I would never be a mother, I would never give birth, I would always choose abortion, and now I can't wait for my menopause, I am proud to be barren, nothing will ever come from my cunt but come.

Fuck gay marriage, fuck gays in the military, fuck the right to join a church, or to be a cop or a capitalist. I swoon over Robert Mapplethorpe with a bullwhip up his arse and Vaginal Crème Davis shrimping someone's feet and my sisters Lindsay Lohan and Samantha Ronson fighting in the street.

Let the trees grow through the houses, let our leaders push the button, let the ivy climb and smother, let it all return to dust, don't fret about the future, none of us will matter, let the world become post-human, give it to the rabbits and the roaches.
Track Name: Dead
When you're dead you're dead
It doesn't matter how good you've been
When you're dead you're dead
There's no bargain to make

When you're dead you're dead
Angels won't flap round you
There's no more of you
No fluffy clouds or heaven

Don't wait
Don't wait

I had a brother called Paul
He died when he was twenty-four
Got fucked up, crashed a car
Didn't crawl from the wreckage

There's no second chance
Nothing coming after
When it's gone it's gone
Don't wait for permission

Don't wait
Don't wait

Make the best of now
Try to love your people
Be kind, do your work
This time is all we have together

When you're dead you're dead
It doesn't matter how good you've been
When you're dead you're dead
There's no bargain to make