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"Brash Bandages" is the latest song from Morgan Y. Evans' ongoing musical endeavor Walking Bombs. This is the start of a new era for the project and was a fun guns n roses influenced punk song featuring Taraka Larson (ex-Prince Rama) and Sean Paul Pillsworth (Nightmares For A Week, Anadivine) and Evans.

The song was a meditation on if it was possible to write a song inspired by Appetite For Destruction but about how to survive in life and make healthier choices for your self emotionally, spiritually and physically. We jokingly were calling it "Appetite For Kombucha".

Recorded in one 10 hour session at Nada Studios in Montgomery, NY( who have many fine credits including My Chemical Romance, Polar Bear Club and more.


released March 27, 2020

Sean Paul Pillsworth - drums, guitar
Taraka Larson - Vocals, piano/organ, snacks
Morgan Y. Evans - Vocals, Bass, tambo, words, acoustic.

Mastered by John Naclerio
Cover art model- Amy Goss-Minch


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Walking Bombs Woodstock, New York

Singer and music journalist Morgan Ywain Evans (and friends) genre jumping solo/collaborative project from the Hudson Valley, NY. Stay calm and don't explode.

"The band name is about discussing mental illness and culture divides. A kind of fuck you to hate and also a rebuke to people who have called me a loose cannon.” - MYE.
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Track Name: Brash Bandages
Why do the things we love have to hurt us?
Why does that go for life itself?
What's it say about my general interests?
Brash Bandages we suffer for choices that seemed so top shelf.

Tell me what to do now, mercy me oh how to stay alive?
Have I just been shit talkin' through my sleepwalkin"?
Have I just been dreamin' this whole time?

Cuz if it's not one thing it's another/saw the big picture and ran for cover/but there aint nowhere you can really hide/when they're out to make you lose your go damn mind.

It's said that we are not incurable/these lessons just need extra faith.
No more assembly line, I craved a sacred space.
Don't let the world just leave me in a frightened state,

Tell me what to do now. How to transcend pain and save my life.
No more harmful immolation laughing at these frustrations.
Have I just been trippin' this whole time?

How can we make it back?

Cuz if it's not one thing it's another, you motherfucker.

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