Background Music For A Party

by Baboon Torture Division

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Over one hour of sweet techno cheese. Upbeat, modern, and non-invasive. All you need to do is leave this album on loop and keep the party rockin. Tell the DJ to take the night off and let Baboon Torture Division take control of the soundtrack. Whether you're throwing a house party, frat party, dance party, pool party, birthday party, staff party, wedding reception, bat mitzvah, or political fundraiser, Background Music For A Party will shake the booties of your guests until the beaka-break of dawn. Baboon Torture Division draws from an array of contemporary music genres including funk, trance, breakbeat, rap, and pop, to satisfy the diverse tastes of modern music consumers. The band has taken a break from their usual complex, challenging, avant-garde tendencies to deliver listeners consistent four-on-the-floor beats, strong melodies, fat synth sounds, and almost coherent lyrics.

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released January 1, 2010

Steve Biloba: guitar, production
Pocketron XP: bass

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Baboon Torture Division Vancouver, British Columbia

Since 1998 Baboon Torture Division has been making dirty electronic music and visuals. The live shows include live musicians crazy costumes, and narratives inspired by plots from professional wrestling. Their music is flavored with sarcasm, odd sound effects, junk metal drumming, and classic casio keyboards. ... more

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Track Name: Sexy Times
Last Wednesday
I can picture it so clearly
It was midnight
We were working overtime
I was waiting on a man to deliver the folders
You were wearing accessories in your hair I could hear your breathing you were down on the floor
To retrieve the items you'd dropped down there
I looked at you
You looked at me
You looked at me and smiled
I know exactly what a look like that means
It means you're ready to go wild

You give me bonus baby
When you're not even around
I got to take your picture
And throw it on the ground

I like to freak it on yuh
This sort of thing ain't allowed
I got tuh give you champagne
and show you sexy times

You give me bonus baby
This ain't fuckin around
You know the freak is in ya
So lets stir it around

I'm like a roller coaster
I go up and down
I got tuh give you cocaine
And show you sexy times

Last Friday
You know I'm ready for the weekend
It's early in the day
and there's still so much time.
I was prepping a demo for the twelve o'clock meeting
You were wearing slacks and your nails were green
I dropped the j-peg into my presentation
You were getting peanuts from the snack machine.
I looked at you
You looked at me
And I knew it was on
Inter Office relationship
It's on the downlow.

You give me bonus baby
Sometimes I see you quiver
It's time to get down to ya
And help with your computer

You let me push the buttons
You're giving me erections
I get the BIOS loaded
And show you sexy times

I'm like a escellator
I go up and down
No one suspects a thing uh
Because you're server's down

I bet you pulled the cable
You tell me it's possable
I'm undernieth the table
You show me sexy times

You and me Sexy Times

Gotta keep it on the downlow

sexy time yeah.

You do it so descretely.

So no one else knows.
Track Name: B.C. Livin'
time to put another brewski in the coleman
I think its time to light up this bowl, man
Light the grill lets fry a pound of bacon.
Turn the music up lets do some booty shakin
backyard movie screen ten feet wide
Got my sexy woman by my side
BC livin in the summer time
Kickin out the jams and we're feeling fine.
We got this BC bud on tap
A modite in my hand and a booty on my lap
Home studio in the walkin closet
Glacial water flowing from the faucet
Got my trench coat for walking in the rain
Don need no car cuz I ride the skytrain
Throwin frisbes taking bong hits
run around naked in the sunshine forest
Got my party mug now piggies can't touch me
gonna snack down on the bag of lunch meat
BC livin that's how we roll
Don't need no shoes Cuz I got soul.


The sun ain't goin gown till 22 hundred
It's the northern latitude, in case you wondered
sixteen hours of arctic daylight
What a way to start your night
Chillin on the beach till the sun goes down
Then I put on my cape and I rock this town
Up in the club or in the street
We got the funky rythm to move your feet
The freaks get freaky to the torture division
Treat your ears right do it with precision
Slayen crowds like a head on collision
It's a chain reaction like nuclear fission
Baboon on the stage and the party is jumpin
laptop grooves and the system in thumpin
In your feet you start to feel something
Aint nothing wrong with some booty bumpin
take the chance to try some dance moves
We all get stupid no one can disapprove
let your ass move to the bass groove
The less you try, the more you improve
It draws you just like a black hole
The beats from half way to the north pole
BC living that's how we roll
I'm done singing let's spark this bowl.
Track Name: Sinister Spatula
Don't tell your momma. I got the sinister spatula.