All right well, why don't you just go ahead and have a seat right there
Here's a pad of paper and pen
And, uh, well
Why don't you just, why don't you just start at the beginning now?
Clutch - Psychic Warfare Album Lyrics
Clutch - Psychic Warfare Lyrics
Writer: DAN MAINES, JEAN-PAUL GASTER, NEIL FALLON, RICHARD TIMOTHY SULT
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
X-Ray Visions
First thing that I did, was buy a pack of smokes,
check in to a motel and consult my horoscope.
Sitting on the bed, with a briefcase in my hands,
patiently awaiting any word from my command
Telekinetic, dynamite
Psychic warfare is real
You better believe me brother
X-ray vision
Telekinetic prophetic dynamite
Psychic warfare is real
I know what you're thinking sister
X-ray vision
Next thing that I did, was tap out Morse code,
with a wooden nickel on the receiver on the phone.
Before I could complete it, I was quickly overtaken
by the angry spirits of Ronald and Nancy Reagan
Telekinetic, dynamite
Psychic warfare is real
You better believe me brother
X-ray vision
Telekinetic, prophetic dynamite
Psychic warfare is real
I know what you're thinking sister
X-ray vision
And on the drums, Gemini
On bass guitar, presenting, Pieces
On lead guitar, we have Aries
and on the microphone, Scorpio
Go
Last thing I remember, I was covered by the ruins,
I don't know who's to blame for that, but I know who didn't do it.
With every day that passes, it keeps on getting stranger,
but that really doesn't bother me, cause I get off on the danger.
Telekinetic, dynamite
Psychic warfare is real
You better believe me brother
X-ray vision
Telekinetic, prophetic dynamite
Psychic warfare is real
I know what you're thinking sister
X-ray vision
Telekinetic, dynamite
Psychic warfare is real
You better believe me brother
X-ray vision
t-t-t-telekinetic, prophetic dynamite
Psychic warfare is real
I know what you're thinking...
X-ray vision
check in to a motel and consult my horoscope.
Sitting on the bed, with a briefcase in my hands,
patiently awaiting any word from my command
Telekinetic, dynamite
Psychic warfare is real
You better believe me brother
X-ray vision
Telekinetic prophetic dynamite
Psychic warfare is real
I know what you're thinking sister
X-ray vision
Next thing that I did, was tap out Morse code,
with a wooden nickel on the receiver on the phone.
Before I could complete it, I was quickly overtaken
by the angry spirits of Ronald and Nancy Reagan
Telekinetic, dynamite
Psychic warfare is real
You better believe me brother
X-ray vision
Telekinetic, prophetic dynamite
Psychic warfare is real
I know what you're thinking sister
X-ray vision
And on the drums, Gemini
On bass guitar, presenting, Pieces
On lead guitar, we have Aries
and on the microphone, Scorpio
Go
Last thing I remember, I was covered by the ruins,
I don't know who's to blame for that, but I know who didn't do it.
With every day that passes, it keeps on getting stranger,
but that really doesn't bother me, cause I get off on the danger.
Telekinetic, dynamite
Psychic warfare is real
You better believe me brother
X-ray vision
Telekinetic, prophetic dynamite
Psychic warfare is real
I know what you're thinking sister
X-ray vision
Telekinetic, dynamite
Psychic warfare is real
You better believe me brother
X-ray vision
t-t-t-telekinetic, prophetic dynamite
Psychic warfare is real
I know what you're thinking...
X-ray vision
Writer: DAN MAINES, JEAN-PAUL GASTER, NEIL FALLON, RICHARD TIMOTHY SULT
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Firebirds
Outside of Needles I nearly lost my mind
I pulled over on the shoulder
Yeah, and I was there for some time
A young thing came walking
From out behind the trees
She gave me consolations
And this is what she said to me
"Firebirds, energy weapons
Both of these things are interesting to me
I don't care how you get them
I need them both and I need them urgently"
Yeah, I said, I can get with that
Oh, I like those things too
But I don't own a Firebird
Perhaps this Datsun will do
Outside of the valley
Yeah, we got to overheating
She took off her sunglasses
And said I believe this bears repeating
"Firebirds, energy weapons
Both of these things are interesting to me
I don't care how you get them
I need them both and I need them urgently"
"Firebirds, energy weapons
Both of these things are interesting to me
I don't care how you get them
I need them both and I need them urgently" (firebirds)
Outside of Barstow
We got to living on the lam
Sometimes doing odd jobs
And sometimes living off the land
Yeah, things went sour
And the girl, she got to packing
When I asked her why
She said "there are two things you are lacking"
"Firebirds, energy weapons
Both of these things are interesting to me
I don't care how you get them
I need them both and I need them urgently"
"Firebirds, energy weapons
Both of these things are interesting to me
I don't care how you get them
I need them both and I need them urgently, Firebirds"
I pulled over on the shoulder
Yeah, and I was there for some time
A young thing came walking
From out behind the trees
She gave me consolations
And this is what she said to me
"Firebirds, energy weapons
Both of these things are interesting to me
I don't care how you get them
I need them both and I need them urgently"
Yeah, I said, I can get with that
Oh, I like those things too
But I don't own a Firebird
Perhaps this Datsun will do
Outside of the valley
Yeah, we got to overheating
She took off her sunglasses
And said I believe this bears repeating
"Firebirds, energy weapons
Both of these things are interesting to me
I don't care how you get them
I need them both and I need them urgently"
"Firebirds, energy weapons
Both of these things are interesting to me
I don't care how you get them
I need them both and I need them urgently" (firebirds)
Outside of Barstow
We got to living on the lam
Sometimes doing odd jobs
And sometimes living off the land
Yeah, things went sour
And the girl, she got to packing
When I asked her why
She said "there are two things you are lacking"
"Firebirds, energy weapons
Both of these things are interesting to me
I don't care how you get them
I need them both and I need them urgently"
"Firebirds, energy weapons
Both of these things are interesting to me
I don't care how you get them
I need them both and I need them urgently, Firebirds"
Writer: DAN MAINES, JEAN-PAUL GASTER, NEIL FALLON, RICHARD TIMOTHY SULT
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
A Quick Death In Texas
My nasty Yankee mannerisms
Didn't jive with the local traditions
How was I to know she had a jealous husband?
He was the GM of a Tractor Supply
Well acquainted with the guns and knives
Sometimes I swear I have less sense than a bag of hammers
I prayed for courage, I prayed for love
I prayed for guidance from the heavens above
I prayed to know divine protections
But now I'm praying for a quick death in Texas
Hey hey
Please forgive me, Mr. Gibbons
I crawled my way into The Doom Saloon
In an attempt to cauterize my wounds
I did a terrible job and they became powerfully infected
I found myself atop a stolen roan
Quite convinced that I would never see home
And all on account of my lack of common manners
I prayed for courage, I prayed for love
I prayed for guidance from the heavens above
I prayed to know divine protections
But now I'm praying for a quick death in Texas
The saloon doors stopped swinging
The piano player stopped playing
In the shadows I could hear Archaic Spanish phrases
The preacher stood up from his table in his right hand he held a bible
And in his left, the business end of a Winchester rifle
I prayed for courage, I prayed for love
I prayed for guidance from the heavens above
I prayed to know divine protections
But now I'm praying for a quick death in Texas
Beaumont, Amarillo, got a line on me
Galveston, El Paso, Nacogdoches, Abilene
Beaumont, Amarillo, got a line on me
Galveston, El Paso, Nacogdoches, Abilene
Beaumont, Amarillo, got a line on me
Galveston, El Paso, Nacogdoches, Abilene
Beaumont, Amarillo, got a line on me
Galveston, El Paso, Nacogdoches, Abilene
Didn't jive with the local traditions
How was I to know she had a jealous husband?
He was the GM of a Tractor Supply
Well acquainted with the guns and knives
Sometimes I swear I have less sense than a bag of hammers
I prayed for courage, I prayed for love
I prayed for guidance from the heavens above
I prayed to know divine protections
But now I'm praying for a quick death in Texas
Hey hey
Please forgive me, Mr. Gibbons
I crawled my way into The Doom Saloon
In an attempt to cauterize my wounds
I did a terrible job and they became powerfully infected
I found myself atop a stolen roan
Quite convinced that I would never see home
And all on account of my lack of common manners
I prayed for courage, I prayed for love
I prayed for guidance from the heavens above
I prayed to know divine protections
But now I'm praying for a quick death in Texas
The saloon doors stopped swinging
The piano player stopped playing
In the shadows I could hear Archaic Spanish phrases
The preacher stood up from his table in his right hand he held a bible
And in his left, the business end of a Winchester rifle
I prayed for courage, I prayed for love
I prayed for guidance from the heavens above
I prayed to know divine protections
But now I'm praying for a quick death in Texas
Beaumont, Amarillo, got a line on me
Galveston, El Paso, Nacogdoches, Abilene
Beaumont, Amarillo, got a line on me
Galveston, El Paso, Nacogdoches, Abilene
Beaumont, Amarillo, got a line on me
Galveston, El Paso, Nacogdoches, Abilene
Beaumont, Amarillo, got a line on me
Galveston, El Paso, Nacogdoches, Abilene
Writer: DAN MAINES, JEAN-PAUL GASTER, NEIL FALLON, RICHARD TIMOTHY SULT
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Sucker For The Witch
Every time I set to write
Lyricals on the women
I always seem to end up
The victim of some terrible ass kicking
So now I'm telling myself
Friend why you got the obsession?
Here it is now people
To the best of my recollection
It goes against my catholic upbringing
I admit it I'm a sucker for the witch
Sucker for the witch
I can tell you precisely
Where this all began
Salem, Massachusetts
And I was hardly a man
I fell madly in love with
Some brand of Stevie Nicks
Oh, I begged and I pleaded
Like a fiend for a fix
I must unburden my guilty conscience
I admit it I'm a sucker for the witch
May God have mercy on my wicked soul
I can't help myself I'm a sucker for the witch
I might deny her but my heart will never resist
I can't help myself I'm a sucker
She's made her appearances
In many the rhyme
And that's my cross to bear
Until the end of time
Better call the inquisition
Better put me to the test
Give me exorcism
For I am truly possessed
It goes against my catholic upbringing
I admit it I'm a sucker for the witch
Sucker for the witch
I must unburden my guilty conscience
I admit it I'm a sucker for the witch
May God have mercy on my wicked soul
I can't help myself I'm a sucker for the witch
I might deny her but my heart will never resist
I can't help myself I'm a sucker... for the witch
It goes against my catholic upbringing
I admit it I'm a sucker for the witch
May God have mercy on my wicked soul
I can't help myself I'm a sucker for the witch
I might deny her but my heart will never resist
I can't help myself I'm a sucker
Lyricals on the women
I always seem to end up
The victim of some terrible ass kicking
So now I'm telling myself
Friend why you got the obsession?
Here it is now people
To the best of my recollection
It goes against my catholic upbringing
I admit it I'm a sucker for the witch
Sucker for the witch
I can tell you precisely
Where this all began
Salem, Massachusetts
And I was hardly a man
I fell madly in love with
Some brand of Stevie Nicks
Oh, I begged and I pleaded
Like a fiend for a fix
I must unburden my guilty conscience
I admit it I'm a sucker for the witch
May God have mercy on my wicked soul
I can't help myself I'm a sucker for the witch
I might deny her but my heart will never resist
I can't help myself I'm a sucker
She's made her appearances
In many the rhyme
And that's my cross to bear
Until the end of time
Better call the inquisition
Better put me to the test
Give me exorcism
For I am truly possessed
It goes against my catholic upbringing
I admit it I'm a sucker for the witch
Sucker for the witch
I must unburden my guilty conscience
I admit it I'm a sucker for the witch
May God have mercy on my wicked soul
I can't help myself I'm a sucker for the witch
I might deny her but my heart will never resist
I can't help myself I'm a sucker... for the witch
It goes against my catholic upbringing
I admit it I'm a sucker for the witch
May God have mercy on my wicked soul
I can't help myself I'm a sucker for the witch
I might deny her but my heart will never resist
I can't help myself I'm a sucker
Writer: DAN MAINES, JEAN-PAUL GASTER, NEIL FALLON, RICHARD TIMOTHY SULT
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Your Love Is Incarceration
I make my move when the tower guards are changing
Camouflage and evasion
One minute later I'm back in your paddy wagon
and receiving Re-education!
Throw me in cuffs
No chance of parole
Back in the house
Thirty days in the hole
Segregate me from the local population
Your love is incarceration!
Hey! No justice to be had!
I'd cop a plea to larceny and public nuisance
Conspiracy and sedition
But that thing that happened in Chattanooga
I'm just asking for forgiveness
Throw me in cuffs
No chance of parole
Back in the house
Thirty days in the hole
Segregate me from the local population
Your love is incarceration!
Hey! No justice to be had!
As to the charges of verbal arson
Before the court, hey, how do you plead?
As to the charges of getting down
Before the court, hey, how do you plead?
To all the charges that are laid before me
I confess I am guilty in the first degree!
I dig my way out with a plastic spoon and thimble
Hide the dirt in the cages
Cause that thing that happened in Chattanooga
With a garden hose and Yellow Pages
Throw me in cuffs
No chance of parole
Back in the house
Thirty days in the hole
Segregate me from the local population
Your love is incarceration!
Hey! No justice to be had!
Hey! No justice to be had!
Camouflage and evasion
One minute later I'm back in your paddy wagon
and receiving Re-education!
Throw me in cuffs
No chance of parole
Back in the house
Thirty days in the hole
Segregate me from the local population
Your love is incarceration!
Hey! No justice to be had!
I'd cop a plea to larceny and public nuisance
Conspiracy and sedition
But that thing that happened in Chattanooga
I'm just asking for forgiveness
Throw me in cuffs
No chance of parole
Back in the house
Thirty days in the hole
Segregate me from the local population
Your love is incarceration!
Hey! No justice to be had!
As to the charges of verbal arson
Before the court, hey, how do you plead?
As to the charges of getting down
Before the court, hey, how do you plead?
To all the charges that are laid before me
I confess I am guilty in the first degree!
I dig my way out with a plastic spoon and thimble
Hide the dirt in the cages
Cause that thing that happened in Chattanooga
With a garden hose and Yellow Pages
Throw me in cuffs
No chance of parole
Back in the house
Thirty days in the hole
Segregate me from the local population
Your love is incarceration!
Hey! No justice to be had!
Hey! No justice to be had!
Writer: DAN MAINES, EUGENE FREEMAN, JEAN-PAUL GASTER, NEIL FALLON, RICHARD TIMOTHY SULT
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Our Lady Of Electric Light
They close the curtain
To hide from the dawn
The Rock-Olas fire
Burns on and on
Have no fear the dark of night
She walks before us, Our Lady of Electric Light
She enters the bar room
And lifts her veil
With a voice like running water
She tells them her tale
The patrons all break down at the sight
Standing in the presence of Our Lady of Electric Light
Tiny plastic sabers
Piled high to my knees
Though the war rages on
I still find no enemies
They draw back the curtain
Are blinded by the dawn
And the shining Rock-Ola
Spins on and on
Now I know I can no longer fight
And I run into the arms of Our Lady of Electric Light
Now I know I can no longer fight
And I run into the arms of Our Lady of Electric Light
To hide from the dawn
The Rock-Olas fire
Burns on and on
Have no fear the dark of night
She walks before us, Our Lady of Electric Light
She enters the bar room
And lifts her veil
With a voice like running water
She tells them her tale
The patrons all break down at the sight
Standing in the presence of Our Lady of Electric Light
Tiny plastic sabers
Piled high to my knees
Though the war rages on
I still find no enemies
They draw back the curtain
Are blinded by the dawn
And the shining Rock-Ola
Spins on and on
Now I know I can no longer fight
And I run into the arms of Our Lady of Electric Light
Now I know I can no longer fight
And I run into the arms of Our Lady of Electric Light
Writer: DAN MAINES, JEAN-PAUL GASTER, NEIL FALLON, RICHARD TIMOTHY SULT
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Noble Savage Clutch
Thank you for taking time out of your day
Your responses will allow us to serve you in a better way
Did you not take into account I'm an uncivilized man?
Unapologetic lifer for Rock and Roll!
Unapologetic lifer for Rock and Roll!
Ten words or less can you describe yourself?
Your religion, your politics, your general health?
Did you not take into account I'm a noble savage?
Unapologetic lifer for Rock and Roll!
Unapologetic lifer for Rock and Roll!
It's been a blast discussing my lifestyle
But as you can see I got styles for miles
Did you not take into account I'm a sophisticated man?
Unapologetic lifer for Rock and Roll!
Unapologetic lifer for Rock and Roll!
Unapologetic lifer for Rock and Roll!
Unapologetic lifer for Rock and Roll!
Your responses will allow us to serve you in a better way
Did you not take into account I'm an uncivilized man?
Unapologetic lifer for Rock and Roll!
Unapologetic lifer for Rock and Roll!
Ten words or less can you describe yourself?
Your religion, your politics, your general health?
Did you not take into account I'm a noble savage?
Unapologetic lifer for Rock and Roll!
Unapologetic lifer for Rock and Roll!
It's been a blast discussing my lifestyle
But as you can see I got styles for miles
Did you not take into account I'm a sophisticated man?
Unapologetic lifer for Rock and Roll!
Unapologetic lifer for Rock and Roll!
Unapologetic lifer for Rock and Roll!
Unapologetic lifer for Rock and Roll!
Writer: DAN MAINES, JEAN-PAUL GASTER, NEIL FALLON, RICHARD TIMOTHY SULT
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Behold The Colossus
Drive us by pitchfork to caves by the sea
Atop the mountain, under cities
We are monsters, we are older than men
Yes, we are Gorgons and we will have our revenge
Frighten their children by speaking our name
Epoch and eon, it's always the same
We are monsters, but we will no longer run
We are the cyclops and our time has come
This world was ours before it had ever known men
Soon it will be ours again
Grant them their tales of their forefather's glory
For soon it will be ours again
Atop the buttress the gargoyle sits
The fragile foundation crumbles to bits
We are monsters and they are but men
Behold the Colossus rises again!
This world was ours before it had ever known men
And soon it will be ours again
Grant them their tales of their forefather's glory
For soon it will be ours again
This world was ours before it had ever known men
And soon it will be ours again
Soon it will be ours again
Atop the mountain, under cities
We are monsters, we are older than men
Yes, we are Gorgons and we will have our revenge
Frighten their children by speaking our name
Epoch and eon, it's always the same
We are monsters, but we will no longer run
We are the cyclops and our time has come
This world was ours before it had ever known men
Soon it will be ours again
Grant them their tales of their forefather's glory
For soon it will be ours again
Atop the buttress the gargoyle sits
The fragile foundation crumbles to bits
We are monsters and they are but men
Behold the Colossus rises again!
This world was ours before it had ever known men
And soon it will be ours again
Grant them their tales of their forefather's glory
For soon it will be ours again
This world was ours before it had ever known men
And soon it will be ours again
Soon it will be ours again
Writer: DAN MAINES, JEAN-PAUL GASTER, NEIL FALLON, RICHARD TIMOTHY SULT
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Decapitation Blues
The experts agree the condition was dire
By all indications the subject should have expired
You've been banging your head like a teenaged fool
Here you've been kicked in the neck by a three legg'd mule
Do you care to confess to traumatic abuse?
You have an advance case of the decapitation blues
Upon my release I had my suspicions
That they were too liberal and skillful with all the incisions
Cool heads prevailed and now it's all too clear to me
That reanimation is not what it's all cracked up to be
Do you care to confess to traumatic abuse?
You have an advance case of the decapitation blues
Now a congress of corpses is always in session
Debating the wisdom of my current direction
You've been banging your head like a teenaged fool
Here you've been kicked in the neck by a three legg'd mule.
Do you care to confess to traumatic abuse?
You have an advance case of the decapitation blues
Do you care to confess to traumatic abuse?
You have an advance case of the decapitation blues
By all indications the subject should have expired
You've been banging your head like a teenaged fool
Here you've been kicked in the neck by a three legg'd mule
Do you care to confess to traumatic abuse?
You have an advance case of the decapitation blues
Upon my release I had my suspicions
That they were too liberal and skillful with all the incisions
Cool heads prevailed and now it's all too clear to me
That reanimation is not what it's all cracked up to be
Do you care to confess to traumatic abuse?
You have an advance case of the decapitation blues
Now a congress of corpses is always in session
Debating the wisdom of my current direction
You've been banging your head like a teenaged fool
Here you've been kicked in the neck by a three legg'd mule.
Do you care to confess to traumatic abuse?
You have an advance case of the decapitation blues
Do you care to confess to traumatic abuse?
You have an advance case of the decapitation blues
Writer: DAN MAINES, JEAN-PAUL GASTER, NEIL FALLON, RICHARD TIMOTHY SULT
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Son Of Virginia
It was the morning of All Saint's Day, ninety-eight
When that old blind dog started roaming around the graveyard
Wouldn't have bothered me so much
Were he not walking on his hind legs and smoking cigars
Recite my lineage and genealogy
You've got to know your history, son of Virginia
Everybody's in the church believing they're a sinner
And looking for a sign from the true son of Virginia
When the storm blew over we made our way
To the old hay wain to infiltrate the sarcophagus
By the dim light of a narrow window we saw
The God's honest truth staring right back at us
Recite your lineage and genealogy
You've got to know your history, son of Virginia
Everybody's in the church believing they're a sinner
And looking for a sign from the true son of Virginia
Stare into the embers on the first of November
And remember you were born a true son of Virginia
I was thrown to the ground as my world broke asunder
Truly we are living in an age of wonder
Truly we are living in an age of wonder
It was the morning of All Saint's Day, ninety-eight
When that old blind dog started calling me associate
Wouldn't have bothered me so much were it not for the fact
That was the truth of it
Recite our lineage and genealogy
You've got to know your history
Son of Virginia
Stare into the embers on the first of November
And remember you were born a true son of Virginia
I was thrown to the ground as my world broke asunder
Truly we are living in an age of wonder
I wept like a child as the son rose above her
Truly we are living in an age of wonder
Truly we are living in an age of wonder
You'll forgive me if I seem somewhat vexed by your statement
However, um, if that is the way you recall it happening
You go ahead and you put your name there at the bottom
And, uh, thank you for your time
You have a good night, now
When that old blind dog started roaming around the graveyard
Wouldn't have bothered me so much
Were he not walking on his hind legs and smoking cigars
Recite my lineage and genealogy
You've got to know your history, son of Virginia
Everybody's in the church believing they're a sinner
And looking for a sign from the true son of Virginia
When the storm blew over we made our way
To the old hay wain to infiltrate the sarcophagus
By the dim light of a narrow window we saw
The God's honest truth staring right back at us
Recite your lineage and genealogy
You've got to know your history, son of Virginia
Everybody's in the church believing they're a sinner
And looking for a sign from the true son of Virginia
Stare into the embers on the first of November
And remember you were born a true son of Virginia
I was thrown to the ground as my world broke asunder
Truly we are living in an age of wonder
Truly we are living in an age of wonder
It was the morning of All Saint's Day, ninety-eight
When that old blind dog started calling me associate
Wouldn't have bothered me so much were it not for the fact
That was the truth of it
Recite our lineage and genealogy
You've got to know your history
Son of Virginia
Stare into the embers on the first of November
And remember you were born a true son of Virginia
I was thrown to the ground as my world broke asunder
Truly we are living in an age of wonder
I wept like a child as the son rose above her
Truly we are living in an age of wonder
Truly we are living in an age of wonder
You'll forgive me if I seem somewhat vexed by your statement
However, um, if that is the way you recall it happening
You go ahead and you put your name there at the bottom
And, uh, thank you for your time
You have a good night, now
Writer: DAN MAINES, JEAN-PAUL GASTER, NEIL FALLON, RICHARD TIMOTHY SULT
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Psychic Warfare is the eleventh studio album by the band Clutch, It was released on October 2, 2015, through the band's own label Weathermaker Music.
Psychic Warfare debuted at No. 1 on the Top Rock Albums Chart and No. 11 on Billboard 200-- selling 26,000 copies in the first week. This is the best chart-ranking achieved on both charts by the band as well as their best weekly sales.
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ClutchPsychic Warfare debuted at No. 1 on the Top Rock Albums Chart and No. 11 on Billboard 200-- selling 26,000 copies in the first week. This is the best chart-ranking achieved on both charts by the band as well as their best weekly sales.
Genre(s): Stoner rock, hard rock, blues rock
Producer(s): Machine
Length: 39:54
Released: October 2nd, 2015
Year: 2015