Summer Got Teeth

Garage blues rock, 118 BPM in A minor with a raw, primitive lo-fi feel; repeated minor-pentatonic electric-guitar riff, octave fuzz through an overdriven tube amp for the low end, bottleneck slide on high answers, and a heavy-kick, cracking-snare drum kit with almost no hi-hat and one crash into each chorus, High, strained male vocals use clipped staccato phrasing, shouted near the top of the range, cracking into falsetto on the hook; soft harmony pads sit beneath the chorus, Verses strip to guitar and voice, choruses hit as a wall of fuzz, Live to tape in one room, no overdubs or click, narrow and in-your-face, hot distortion and tape saturation

[Intro - guitar riff alone, drums crash in] [Verse 1 - guitar and voice nearly alone] Sidewalk steaming, tar on my shoes Sidewalk steaming, tar on my shoes Whole block humming like a cage of nightingales [Chorus - wall of fuzz, shouted] Summer got teeth Bite down Summer got time Slow down Summer got teeth [Verse 2] Twelve dollars left and the sun coming down Twelve dollars left and the sun coming down Cheapest kind of luck is the kind you touch [Chorus - wall of fuzz, shouted] Summer got teeth Bite down Summer got time Slow down Summer got teeth [Guitar solo - slide, one chorus long] [Verse 3] Old man dancing like he lost a bet Old man dancing like he lost a bet Shirt full of holes and he ain't finished yet [Bridge - drums stop, guitar and voice only] There's a hole in the screen where the evening gets in Let it in [Chorus - everything, falsetto scream] Summer got teeth Bite down Summer got time Slow down Everything I own fits in a line Summer got teeth [Outro - riff repeats, amp hum, tape stops]

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