Expressions Of Rage is Psysex's debut album, released on Balloonia Records (BALLLP011) in 2000.
The LP features 6 tracks. 5 tracks are exclusive to this release: "Skywalker (Psysex remix)", "The Alien Panic", "The Evil Turkeys", "Blast that Rock (Psysex vs Freeman Remix)" and "The Beat Of The Year". Its track "" by Children Of The Doc, first released in 1998, is a scene classic, appearing on 5 releases across the archive.
It samples from South Park in track "The Evil Turkeys" by Psysex and The Devil's Advocate in track "The Evil Turkeys" by Psysex and is available to stream on Spotify.
- 01Power Source — Skywalker (Psysex remix)
- 02Psysex & Yahel — The Alien Panic
- 03Psysex — The Evil Turkeys
- 04Xerox — Blast that Rock (Psysex vs Freeman Remix)
- 05Psysex — The Beat Of The Year
- 06Children of the Doc — Bionic Bong
Psysex — The Evil Turkeys
'Let me give you an insider information about God, God likes to watch, he's a prankster...'
"Mayor, we've got a very big problem."
"Ahh, you're that insane genetic engineer from up on the hill, right?"
"Yes, and I may have made a horrible mistake. I was trying to genetically engineer turkeys for Thanksgiving. Well, something went wrong and the turkeys broke free. And the worst part is, they're really pissed off."
"Naturally... Oh, do go on."
"They act just like normal turkeys, except they're evil."
"You were saying?"
"We have to stop them or, or they could destroy everything. Time is short."
"Oh my!"
"Somehow I don't think you're taking me seriously."
"Now why would you say that?"
[...] - Kenny mumbling
"Come on."
"Oooohh..."
"Gather around everybody, and listen good. Go to your homes and arm yourselves with whatever you can."
"There's too many of them."
"We can't stop them."
"Come on, where is that Thanksgiving spirit?"
"Looks like we have the turkey problem under control."
First from the movie 'The Devil's Advocate', the rest from 'South Park #109 - Starvin Marvin'
Children of the Doc — Bionic Bong
'..., the music is the soundtrack of your life'
'Rejection is all I've known and all I shall ever know. Untill, that is, I at last find acceptance when I drag my tortured, withered carcas to the boneyard and fall gratefully into the sweet, blissfull bosom of the grave.'
