Body Cheetah & Psychoswagger The E True Hollywood Story

Ok, so I just want to get this straight. The term psychoswagger was a term created by my successor, Doc Ra (of Bluebird Handwriting) when we were working on the Royal Company of Archers project. We wanted to efficiently emote the feeling of going insane, as years of drug and alcohol abuse have shown us. It was created to help the people undergoing psychosis to feel ok with their condition, and to embrace the challenges that come with loss of the individual.

For me it started when I was 17; I was staying at my fathers house in upstate New York during the summer, and was taking a walk on the edge of a forrest that connects to Appalachia. The sun was setting a crisp gold behind the trees and the air was thick like ice cream. It was hazy, like the world was severely concussed with humidity. And as I walked I started to feel this feeling rising through the veins in my feet, a corrosive feeling, like venom, or stomach acid. It rose rapidly throughout my body, slowly working its way into my neck closing my esophagus, and once it reached my brain…

*snap*

I had completely forgotten who I was. My name, my location, my age. I would later find out when I found my way “home” again that I wouldn’t recognize my own face. As I stood there, looking into the vast auburn mountains of bumfuck New York, I felt the threads of reality tearing in my mind. A ripping electric pull inside of me, right behind my eyes. I had awoken something. Not necessarily inside of me, but I had awoken something in the earth, some ethereal benevolent force. I could feel it laughing at my despair.

“You found me… “

“You weren’t supposed to find me…”

I heard these words uncontrollably. They looped in my head. And as I peered into the deep woods I could feel it watching me. Lurking behind the forrest underbrush, gnawing on the bark like a retard with purpose. It’s saliva running like sap in the trees. Looking at me in amazement. And there I was, staring back at it with my pale jaw dropped face. Whatever it was (and still is) warped my life from then on, and is still a battle I face everyday. Everyday I must decide if what I see and hear is real or not, I have to decide to live with The Devil on 2 Sticks, or choose to ignore him/her.

Psychoswagger is a way of life, and anyone can interpret it the way they like, and I really want them to, because there is no definitive definition to what it is, and how it looks. Psychoswagger is not a genre. By all means we do not want to bite on the #Seapunks.  All I’ve wanted to do with music has been to make something I, myself, want to hear. As selfish as it is, I make music for myself and myself only. What I love is that my spots actually understand it. Stay righteous.

Love,

Yr Cheetah

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TRASH KIDS. TRASH KIDS. TRASH KIDS. TRASH KIDS. TRASH KIDS. KIDS.

Been jamming this album for a solid month now since I got the demo via The Parallax View himself. And thank fucking god it got around to being released earlier last week , it’s weird and totally reminiscent of late-punk with a dash of 90′s grunge. Imagine two teenage high school drop-outs going to the graveyard to smoke cigarettes never to be seen again. I highly suggest you check this out.

Mwah,

Cheetah