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My Challenger

by Turbo World

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1.
20K 03:09
I dont mess with outside guys They cant stand up you see I dont mess with normal guys Guys like you not me A guy come to me, for a hit, a customer, lets say He says he cant pay his bookmaker, wants to blow him away wants me to do it, and i kinda like this guy ok So he says how much to hit em and i say 20k 20k? 20k I say 20k He says 20k? Yeah thats how much it costs for some good foulplay He says i owe him 20k, and he squirmed like a snake I says then DIY and good luck or find (yourself) a neophyte I says Ill send you cigarettes in the can good bye 20k, 20k, 20k I go true it like the wind 20k, 20k, 20k I dont play that game to win And sure enough the guy goes out gets himself a booker Gets himself a bomber, they go out and hit’em Now theyre doin 20 in the can From a nice family he came A two times stay in the cell Thats what happens to men Who mess with amateurs Im not sayin he would talk Im not saying he would squeal But a civillan cant stand up When hes looking at his cell 20k, 20k, 20k 20k, 20k, 20k 20k, 20k, 20k We dont have no waste 20k, 20k, 20k And we dont type in triplicate 20k, 20k, 20k 20k 20 in the can
2.
Cards 02:32
Six, Nine, ...Ace, Three, Two Excuse me sir the bets to you Hes a skunk til hes had his run But here three cards just aint enough Just when I think hes winning Just when I think Im thinking He thought he had the pot in spades He took a little gamble But a hand worth fifteen in the bush Is worth nothing in the bramble Fifteen two big blinds the nest Hes got his hands on junk at best Fifteen four this hands a snore This bleeder’s not done bleeding yet Just when I think hes winning Just when I think Im thinking He thought he had the pot in spades He took a little gamble So long and thanks for all the chips And this, and this, and this, and this
3.
Mambo 62 03:39
One outstretched hand holds the map and the plan take the map and orient good man nine thousand times you have studied these lines but tonights plan's chromo crystal clear retrieve the treasure and dont be found out no clowns allowed dont roll around with the crowd I rolled up to the shindig they dont mind Frivolous girl offers coffee and pie Dancing fellow caught my eye Rival thief with a brand new hair do sidle up close like i want to dance all the while thinking nows my chance to smile laugh a lot were having fun the dance is done we must have stepped so fast that the gun must have fell party people screaming and they're looking unwell fortunate thiefs find the door quick release run, find another bit of fun for free free to steal all the junk you please gold and silver gems and things you need peace celebration of a thief
4.
Greek Vase 03:38
No one in the hall can tell you, no one can know what I did Last night something was busted, an old greek vase i guess All this talking and scuffling, a vase is just a vase to you Any old punk within earshot, has a case of broken greek vase blues Left to my own devices I started wearing rubber masks One is a rubbery witches face one is when i mow the grass I double check the oceans and i check triple the sea I rubber face the greek vase too First old punks they get the books but after that they get the company I dont say Im a young one, I wouldnt do a thing like that I just care about greek vase, care about the hairline crack I dont worry about them, they ain't gunna worry 'bout me But tell me where is the money
5.
My Word 02:33
hey hi kid hey hi kid how are you wait hey kid hey he had friends he never knew he had hey hey you my word is my bond my word figure it out kid my bond my word hey hi kid hi hi kid hey hey hey my old man can its just one of those things figure it out kid my bond my word
6.
You make the marks I place the commas This interview is psychodrama I wonder who is staying calmer I wonder who will flip the omelette a spatula in each open palm Who would have spoke what I said My necks friend is also my head who could have sold what I bought The neck dont let the head get caught In the basement of the head Where Joey can keep his pet Pet is biting off the hand Joe is feeding off the land I wonder where you stand? I know you are interviewing me But did you ever give your brother meat? Thank you for not airbrushing me But my head is filled tulips and breeze Who could have guessed what I knew You ask me one and I tell you two Thank you for not ambushing me But you dont understand in between
7.
I run em in from mexico How does it feel taped to a wheel? and know what else? im double parked nobody sits behind nobody sits beside carry no thumb, watch how you act no need to race, cross into state armed to the teeth, my challenger these are thoughts that i havent said yet then the man says, tell me whats in the back you couldnt find it even if you tried less my challenger I could make a million with a match turn on the head lights, ill pet the road map a pound of insects is banging on the glass im going back to chinatown going to bed, talk to dragnet dragnet is dead, who wants to run for other guys he didnt seem to mind he never crossed a line challenger stalled, wheel to the wall stop light armed to the teeth shed of the streets break scrapes the pad just wait a minute while i get out of dodge i moved around with what i had i wasn’t interested i dont think its wrong to smuggle cheap dope to bribe the patrol to drive the vehicle thats taking the edge off the buyer that the money goes my challenger
8.
Shylocking 03:20
Shylocking shylocking have you seen the giant? or got information from the choir hot line shroud of fear clouds and trees his sunglasses his golden hair we dont care but beware in his cave no one dares seven million miles deep seven unsung words in his sleep a secret so if you need my system 1 over 6, my fee but please dont be miserly your wife is sick your bills are high these things happen get back on your feet 1000 here 1000 there 1000 everywhere hell take it anywhere shylocking pay the king shylocking
9.
Talk Traitor 03:06
I spy witness moving red flags. Rude flag's lawman spies me. Dont come near. Talk traitor, ant of the field, dont come in here. Talk traitor, cur unconcealed, talk crystal clear. I spied distance mover slow down. Slowed to flag the house down, got cracked down. True killer, program revealed: Red flagger stealed. Talk traitor, whisper to me, disappear. You hide witness moving, taken aside Recant testimony I'll be in the tomb, baby Talk traitor, talk of our deal, Talk crystal clear Talk traitor, sing in the ear, Please be sincere Walk traitor, run like a deer, dont come near

about

“You're not there to play games, you're not there to decide why he should die. Somebody already decided he's gonna die.”

A burly man with a thick Brooklyn accent twirls idly in his swivel chair. He’s wearing a black executioner’s hood with a slit cut for his mouth to avoid muffling, but it makes for a duck-like profile. It’s 1973 and he’s sitting across from talk show pioneer David Susskind. He goes by Joey (though his real name is Max Kurschner) and he’s there to discuss his book Killer, an autobiography about his work as a mafia hitman. For the next hour, he casually regales the live studio audience with details of his 38 hits, among other crimes, all while his stodgy host repeatedly goads him to admit he feels guilt over his crimes.

This is the source material for Turbo World’s debut album, My Challenger, a surreal, animated prog-opera entrenched in the world of organized crime. Loosely structured as an interview (and borrowing liberally from Joey’s) these nine tracks create a fractured portrait of a mafioso jack-of-all-trades. The band is led by Stephen Cooper, a composer and multi-instrumentalist best known as the mastermind behind avant-prog boppers Cloud Becomes Your Hand and a member of Guerilla Toss, and Caroline Bennett, a singer, lyricist, and multi-media wizard behind digital hardcore duo Stice. Turbo World soon became a fully fledged rock outfit with the addition of friends and frequent collaborators: Stice’s other half Jake Lichter on keys, Calvin Grad on kit and Ryan Power on bass.

Cooper knows the allure of a good mob story well; he undertook a deep mob history binge years back, reading up on major figures, watching documentaries, and tumbling down all the YouTube rabbit holes he could find. All the elements of high drama were there: honor and dishonor, loyalty and treachery, petty crimes and bloody misdeeds. That, and it was all real. The stories he’d absorbed over the years were on his mind when it came time to plot his next musical endeavor, a collaboration with Bennett, who had fatefully joined CBYH to write and sing the lyrics on the last song of their last album, 2016’s Rest in Fleas. The pair shared an obsession with themes of crime and betrayal and toyed with the idea of a mafia-centric album, but weren’t sure how best to channel such played out subject matter into their outré sensibilities. It was only when Cooper discovered Joey’s interview that everything fell into place.

Fans of CBYH will feel an instant connection to this music as Cooper continues to stand out for his madcap compositions, embodying the playful spirit and adventurous compositional ethos of avant rock groups Aksak Maboul & Slapp Happy. This manic musical energy is well-matched by Bennett’s lyrics, deliriously shifting from mundane to high-octane to the completely hallucinatory. The result is a singular, playfully grandiose album that pits the impish complexities of its music against the intensity of its subject matter to powerful effect.

Opener “20K” and its carnivalesque, cascading synths gleefully clash with Bennett’s deadpan, business-like delivery as she lays down the core tenet of Joey’s craft. Need someone taken care of? Want it done right? That’ll be $20K. “That’s how much it costs for some good foul play.” From there we descend further into the criminal underworld, exploring the numerous side hustles of Joey and his compatriots. “Cards” reconfigures a high-stakes poker game into a heart-pounding prog jam; “Mambo 62” breathlessly tracks a tussle between rival thieves, riding an uptempo groove and killer sax work; the title track takes listeners on drug runs back and forth across the border, vacillating between tense and shimmering synth lines with each successful pass. Even as our (anti-)hero keeps coming out on top, there’s a creeping sense of anxiety in lyrical asides and minor key musical turns, hinting at the ambivalence that can grip even the most hardened among us.

For all of Susskind’s needling, Joey never cops to feeling any guilt for the bodies in his wake. To him it’s just a job. “​​If this business hadn’t been available I'd have gone into something else,” he claims. Whether or not there’s truth to that, something more telling comes to light towards the end of the interview. When finally asked the burning questions – Why write this book? Go on TV? Put a target on your back? – his response is surprisingly progressive, if tragically naive: “A lot of the things that we are into can be legalized, and the money derived from this could all but eliminate all your sales tax… build your schools and your hospitals and your roads, and you could have enough money left over to take care of all the people on welfare.” As resigned as he is to his role in this world, he can’t help but imagine a better one.

credits

released May 6, 2022

Caroline Bennett - voice

Stephe Cooper - guitar, bass, synth, voice, production

Julian Fader - drums on Greek Vase

Maria Eisen - bari sax on Mambo 62

Recorded at home in Port Jefferson and Ridgewood, NY except for drums on Greek Vase recorded at Honey Jar studios.

Mixed by Stephe Cooper. Mastered by Jonathan Schenke.

All songs by Stephe Cooper and Caroline Bennett.

Artwork by Caroline Bennett.

LIVE BAND:

Caroline Bennet - voice
Stephe Cooper - guiar
Ryan Power - bass
Jake Lichter - keys
Calvin Grad - drums

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Turbo World Brooklyn, New York

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Turbo World is the sunny and shady brainchild of co-conspirators Stephe Cooper (Cloud Becomes Your Hand) and Caroline Bennett (Stice). Their debut album, My Challenger, are 9 songs that lead listeners on a surreal, animated jaunt through the world of organized crime. ... more

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