by Latcho Drom

  • Streaming + Download

    Includes unlimited streaming via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more.

      $5 CAD  or more


  • Cassette + Digital Album

    limited edition hand-numbered cassettes!

    Includes unlimited streaming of glittermouth via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more.
    ships out within 3 days
    edition of 100 

      $5 CAD or more 




In 2013 we were invited to perform at the Ghost Throats music festival in Edmonton, and we wrote most of these songs so we wouldn't end up being the wussiest band there. We were still probably the wussiest band anyway.


released February 10, 2015

Eric Bishop - Drums
Elliott Schelske - Guitar/Vox

Recorded by Matt McKeen, January 2014



all rights reserved


Latcho Drom Edmonton, Alberta

Latcho Drom is a band from Edmonton that plays weird loud music about human fallibility, historical abuses of power, and the power of love. Their latest release, Whiteout, chronicles a breadth of Albertan experiences. Ride The Tempo called it "absurd but totally endearing."

If you like: Metz, Pup, Sonic Youth, Star Trek
... more

contact / help

Contact Latcho Drom

Streaming and
Download help

Redeem code

Track Name: Inflammable
two words, parallel in meaning
one man, towering over smouldering verse

I want to teach the dog to use fire
cast out of humanity forever
ancestors of the coming dawn
the prince of men relinquishes his crown

cast this curse redemptive
baptized in an ocean of flame
meeting the heir presumptive
two words, alike in meaning

what it means
to teach
the dog
to use
Track Name: Drug Whale
drug whale drug whale drug whale
the white whale of the war on drugs
set sail, set sail, set sail
these orphans need more than love
inhale inhale inhale

soft whale
smash your face in to these padded walls
Ishmael, Ishmael, Ishmael
the face in the mirror when the morning calls
unhale exhale exhale

who's the captain of this government?
are we the slowly sinking ship?

what's the point of Moby Dick?
I don't know, I never read it.

Not sorry to say I told you so
Track Name: Cecil
I don't give a shit
shit's fucked up
this is a trial with no execution

these five words are what
redemption has wrought
but these skills are not still transferable

standing awkwardly in a corner all by yourself
living in a cave on mars with your eyes shut and your fingers in your ears

something's going wrong
it's all going wrong
colony collapse disorder

scrape together a living of paper shavings and pencil filings
Track Name: Knapweed
crushed up plant matter
sprayed with research chemicals
different cannabinoid receptors
it's kinda like smoking lies

coming out the other side
of the waters of life
there has got to be
a better way to get high

new and different
perceptions and perspectives
more weed than man
on some highway through the mountains
Track Name: Horsefucker
some stupid hittite
if fucking horses is so great, where's your empire now?

stupid horse, why don't you stick it in her butt?

and their chariots
lighten up this ancient skin
codify, and write it all down in song

get yr creep on creeping on
some lustful smut to hate on
a breezy yeezy fuck this weepy cantina
a blast silo, fuck you,
are we done self hating yet?

what a putrid fucking gaze
and a dreadful cost to laze
and I can't complain I will complain
it's all fucking happening
let's drop it down for a second
and let's get real
let's aside to the audience
break down that fourth wall
and admit to each other we both know
this is all a show

I've lost faith in words
no time to stop and think
if I stop my thoughts will get you
trying to keep the dark thoughts at bay
Track Name: Awesome Possum
there aint no way we're going to
there ain't no place we're coming from
there ain't no place worth going
there ain't no place worth coming from
this worth is worse the more you think think think think think about it
but it doesn't matter, I can't can't can't can't can't forget about it

I kind of mostly only keep disgusting myself

I ain't go ideals
I ain't got no hopes and dreams
so fucking sick and tired
of all these ancient lines
what a stupid past
what a grotesque animal
what a fucking stupid foreign country

beset on all sides
a tsunami of spies
corporate intelligence
espionage activist
a radical exercise in trust

like a possum in a business suit
trust because they don't want you to

limited liability

this outfit becomes a uniform
Track Name: Worse
it's kinda like maybe things are getting worse?
it's kinda like maybe they've been tricking us in to thinking that things are just okay?
maybe they just can't cover up the hole in a soul with things?

it doesn't matter
if things are getting worse

we've all gotta deal with it
and that is some bullshit
Track Name: Hate Coffee
hate coffee
taste these bitter tears of morning

who's got the guns?

hate coffee
squeeze these beans in to blood

on some Guatemalan farm
amidst some civil war

hate coffee
bitter, bitter brew
hate coffee

the cheapest speed this side of dexedrine