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What the world needs now is head-banging rock’n’roll with a defiant message— meet the answer, White Mystery, "F.Y.M.S." album due April 20, 2017.

The 8th annual studio-album drops on 4/20/2017 from Chicago D.I.Y. rockers, Miss Alex White & Francis Scott Key White, and blasts ten tracks of anthemic beat poetry with iconic guitars and pounding drums. From sweet, smooth chants like, "Dream Cum" to the raw, riot grrrl track, "Bad Neptune," White Mystery creates a melodic, middle-finger punk album that stands strong in this moment of history. 

White Mystery "F.Y.M.S." is independently recorded and mixed at Transient Sound Chicago by Steven Gillis. The redhead sibling duo is ready to rip through tour dates at SXSW and the West Coast with Twin Peaks and Hinds at select shows this spring.


released April 20, 2017

Written & Produced by White Mystery
Guitar, Bass, & Vocals performed by Miss Alex White
Drums & Vocals performed by Francis Scott Key White
Recorded & Mixed by Steven Gillis at Transient Sound Chicago
Mastered by Doug McBride at Gravity Studios Chicago
Art by Miss Alex White. Diane Alexander White Photography
Published by Alex and Francis White Music ASCAP
Made in the USA. All Rights Reserved © 2017 WHITEMYSTERY.COM


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White Mystery is the ferocious rock’n’roll sibling duo of Miss Alex White and Francis Scott Key White from Chicago. www.whitemysteryband.com

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Track Name: TON UP KID
His daddy’s name was red hot lover
He never knew his mother
They didn’t have any time to be wasted
Need for speed could never be tasted

Ton up, he was a ton up kid.
He had a bone to bury and another one to pick.
Ton up, he was a ton up kid.
He had a bone to bury and he never found it.
Just another day and more bad news
I could use a habit that's good
I don’t know if I’ll ever be happy again
I dunno if it’s love or lust
I just want someone to trust.
I don’t know if Ill ever be happy again!
Back on the Road Again.
Back on the Road Again Baby.
I’m high as a kite--- and I just might…

Baby Don't Hurt Me, Don't Hurt Me Again

Now I know it was love, not lust.
And I found someone to trust
Now I know that I’ll always be happy again.
Always be happy again.
Always be happy again.
(In Greek)
Fage kai farmakose mori mori
Meta duo xeria mori mori
Na fas skata malaka mori mori
Theleis gala

(In English)
Fuck your mouth shut!
Track Name: STAND IT
Walking down the street
Gorillaz got to eat
Given up the deets
I just cant stand it, just cant stand it

Holding on tight
Gently in the night
Standing up right, just cant stand it
Track Name: DREAM CUM
Dream, Dream Cum, Dream Come True, for you.
Black Heart Crusader
Be my invader
Black Heart Crusader
Be my invader

Blood Heart Protector
Veins Spill and Splatter
Blinded by Black Matter
Sounds of Skulls that Shatter
There's a place waiting for me with no pain full of light, where my family is happy
And no one has to fight
i'm holding on
I'm holding on
and when I run
out of strength
there's no place left
for me to rest
I'll move on
I'll move on
in the morning when I'm taken I'll never want to be alone again
I don't give a fuck about what you all think spend my life trying to fix everything around me what you see is
what you get I played my hand and placed my bets I just want to leave but where are you going to go to go to but where are you going to go to go to
I can't see it yet it's just out of reach can you feel it there sucking like a leech it's wrapped around my neck and I can't breathe I can't see it yet and I just want to leave
Just let me leave
Girls eating fruit they look so cute hysterical fits thrown for a loop guns to shoot so shine my boots your point is moot jump through my hoop
Bitches breaking noses and ghosts of trees i provide for my family by rolling threes
Coup de tat
Coup de grace
Red panther party ra ra ra
Wear your sunblock
Im not ashamed
Our day will come
Psychic violence
people go
Smash the window
Wear your sunblock
Frustration and rage
Enveloping me
Salt in a wound and burning trees
She'll breed you'll die
Bugs hatch inside your eyes
War zone surgeries
Drowning inside your arteries
Meat caked in dust and filth
Traveling the maze of time
Doomed for cosmic sins
Hidden in your deepest memories
Feed me your pussy i want to smell you in my beard, retracing the same steps of my ancestors while your pheromones keep me fucked up for the next several lifetimes
Ripping pages from the book of love to start a fire in a library
Pray for the writhing souls trapped inside the burn ward you don't know what pain is
A warning to keep God close to your heart, you dont want to run far when you need him
Resolve the collective hallucinations we've run out of bit coins but we're willing to trade titties for firewood
Portals and loading screens
Kill a cat for an arch fiend and argue with your obese colleagues sit indian style beads of sweat well up in your eyelids zero level cantrips dick sucking krampus bloody mary candyman milk lemonade fudge and creme bloody underwear shit stained shark week the strongest weed give me a break im up shits creek and ive had a long week id like some spicy chicken wings and macaroni habanero cheese and feed me more pussy please my stupid dna still has a craving a world inherited by the meek cowardice is a trait that keeps itself alive while the brave idiotically die but thanks anyway i keep my stolen valor in a meat locker right next to my good intentions i came to start shit because i like to cut tension i heard theres a rocker pension so im putting out but i wont pay attention
Would you please sign my book of revelation? I found a first edition at the seraphim convention i have nightmares about killing someone i can no longer ignore, make sure you smear lambs blood on your door this angel was made for murdering scores of innocent children your ugly mother is the linch pin, keep your legs closed and it will be all over but life is strong so we lie and say we like it. Every moment i live feels like im being raped and im not even a slave im just in pain people pay good money to get beaten with canes life is strange thinking too hard causes eye strain i made great friends with my migraine my job is to drive tour buses over endangered cranes no more mr nice guy you're no less longer welcome to stay at my house
Suicide Pact
Crucible voyage to Mars, Suicycle built for two.
Fage kai farmakose mori mori
Meta duo xeria mori mori
Na fas skata malaka mori mori
Theleis gala
Fudge your mouth shut!

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