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kaberettBackwards We Play
-- they supported The Indelicates at the launch of Diseases of England[0], and I lost my heart to them at I always thought Larkin was right/you learn so you live/you fall so you rise/you see that there's no master plan -- and, do you know, they turn out to be utter sweethearts.
To my gentle confusion (and similarly gentle amusement), they appear to have become both more tuneful[1] and more punk over time (and have stayed Exactly As Scottish). They are utterly, utterly fantastic live - the lyrics and the heart (I keep coming back to that word, but I can't not) and the energy and, again, the heart, because this music isn't easy, but it does matter. (Yes, even when they're singing I'm just the voice that you hear at the moment/telling some stories I know./Names have been changed, voices created;/pretending to write it all down./Life is a fable and life is a list./A growing collection of things you might miss,/while you're gazing through mirrors, pretending to write it all down.)
Pre-orders for their latest album, In Death Do We Part?, are now available - physical and digital media - and I really, really think you should give them a try. Bandcamp lets you try before you buy: if you are even vaguely interested in the genre, please consider it. ♥
[1] ... um. bless them. <3
Well the darkness subsides as I open my eyes
I swallow down blood, spit out the [rounds]
A flash [goes?] the year, say run from my side
Got a long day ahead without plans
We sit and wait for the heroes
to lay down their guns
the red in their eyes
makes us see they ain't done
and the passing of time
without reason or rhyme
when you woke up I was fine
and if all the girls love a soldier, they say
marching home proud at the end of the day
then the story must change
backwards we play
bring them back home at
the start
of
the day
the start of the day
let me paint you a picture
the stress and hard drain
your family being put through
an unending pain
it's a hell that's been dreamt
some rich person's game
the [side?] of my life on their dice
and if all the girls love a soldier, they say
marching home proud at the end of the day
then the story must change
backwards we play
bring them back home at
the start of the day
the start of the day
the start of the day
and if all the girls love a soldier, they say
marching home proud at the end of the day
then the story must change
backwards we play
bring them back home at
the start of the day
the start of the day
the start of the day
well I step off the boat
to the wife and the child
and I'm straight in their arms
and we're off out the gates
and I unpack my case
put the letter back in
it's envelope and
that's
how
it
began
-- they supported The Indelicates at the launch of Diseases of England[0], and I lost my heart to them at I always thought Larkin was right/you learn so you live/you fall so you rise/you see that there's no master plan -- and, do you know, they turn out to be utter sweethearts.
To my gentle confusion (and similarly gentle amusement), they appear to have become both more tuneful[1] and more punk over time (and have stayed Exactly As Scottish). They are utterly, utterly fantastic live - the lyrics and the heart (I keep coming back to that word, but I can't not) and the energy and, again, the heart, because this music isn't easy, but it does matter. (Yes, even when they're singing I'm just the voice that you hear at the moment/telling some stories I know./Names have been changed, voices created;/pretending to write it all down./Life is a fable and life is a list./A growing collection of things you might miss,/while you're gazing through mirrors, pretending to write it all down.)
Pre-orders for their latest album, In Death Do We Part?, are now available - physical and digital media - and I really, really think you should give them a try. Bandcamp lets you try before you buy: if you are even vaguely interested in the genre, please consider it. ♥
"songs that are too melodic to be the traditional, if not literal definition of punk, but too ramshackle for the folk circuit." - Lisa-Marie Ferla, Last Years Girl[0] which again I LOVE TO TINY BITTY PIECES, not just because of Not Alone, but also because of Class: a school of gothic arches/and a college of them too/and a parliament that/looks and feels the same...
[1] ... um. bless them. <3
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Date: 2013-05-13 11:12 pm (UTC)JULIA INDELICATE IS MY COUNTRYWOMAAAAAAAAN, I RECENTLY DISCOVERED, BUT ALSO?
THIS MEANS
THAT IN ADDITION TO CORPORATERECORDS.CO.UK
THEY
OWN
COPOR.AT
:DDDDDDDDDDDD
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Date: 2013-05-14 07:13 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2013-05-14 10:55 am (UTC)Like, I bounced excitedly at Dave after the gig, and he KEEPS TRYING TO GIVE ME FREE THINGS. Which is AMAZING and LOVELY but I just want to give him money! So he can keep doing it! And ♥_♥
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Date: 2013-05-14 11:02 am (UTC)I AM STILL WORKING THROUGH ALL OF THE MUSIC OF THEIRS (I KINDA BOUGHT EVERYTHING)
AND UM
THIS HAS JUST HAPPENED:
never have I had a mohawk
never have I thrown a brick
but I've found myself on the protest line
too often now to quit
(... which makes me think of Frank Turner, for all he is a douche, and: ... only they mean it, more and better and without hiding behind the excuse of alcohol for their desire for idealism, for change.)