Giant Waste Of Man was extremely recently founded by Ben Heywood (Chain Letter Collective and Summer Darling) and Cam Dmytryk (of L.A. bands Fakers and Facial) after an attempted walk home from a bar in New Orleans, and they've got a brand new song to go with their brand new existence. " /> L.A. Record

TRACK PREMIERE: GIANT WASTE OF MAN “ALL MY FRIENDS ARE BATSHIT CRAZY”

July 16th, 2018 | Listen

Giant Waste Of Man was extremely recently founded by Ben Heywood (Chain Letter Collective and Summer Darling) and Cam Dmytryk (of L.A. bands Fakers and Facial) after an attempted walk home from a bar in New Orleans, and they’ve got a brand new song to go with their brand new existence.

Dmytryk’s “All My Friends …” is like Pulp-y Britpop last-call situational literature with a little VU-via-Spacemen 3 locomotive rhythm, and it’s about exactly what it seems to be but with a lot of love, too. Says Dmytryk: “It’s hard to provide a quote for this track that isn’t already in the lyrics but I guess there’s a unity in being crazy. Most of my friends in L.A. are transplants from simpler places and had to break out of the mold. We all may be crazy for the lifestyle we’ve chosen, but we have each other—and shit, that’s a helluva lot more than most.”

For further educational purposes, full lyrics provided below. Giant Waste Of Man’s first show is Aug. 6 at the Hi Hat with Cowgirls and more—info here!

All My Friends Are Bat Shit Crazy

Whether it’s full on acceptance,
Or denial to the breaking point,
We all handle it differently,
Or don’t handle it at all.

cause All My Friends are Batshit Crazy.
So come into my home,
pour a drink, laugh with me.
We’re all just photographs of places we don’t know,
We all excitable, not expected to say no.

cause All My Friends are Batshit Crazy.

Our lonely road awaiting with nasty weather, you’re so clever.
We all were told we can be anyone, but not just anyone, we can be anyone, but not just anyone.

So come into my home.
In a city full of stars where you can see none,
There’s gotta be something up there that we don’t believe in.

Our lonely road awaiting with nasty weather, you’re so clever.
We all were told we can be anyone, but not just anyone, we can be anyone, but are we anyone?

cause All My Friends are Batshit Crazy.
All My Friends are Batshit Crazy.