Edition of 200 = 150 Black and 50 Black & Clear Swirl 12" vinyl housed in a reverse board printed sleeve with a double sided insert. Released on X-Mist Records (XM111) www.x-mist.de
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Digipak Compact Disc
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CD Issue on Fourth Dimension Records - "The CD version of this Lincoln/Yorkshire-based UK group's latest album (the vinyl of which was released by Germany's X-Mist label), following several low-key cassette albums released since 2014, plus the four tracks that constituted 2017's limited edition 'In A Room' 12" e.p. Gad Whip blend avant-garde sensibilities with a contemporary take on the place where D.I.Y. culture meets post-punk, hints of deconstructed garage rock and interstellar voyaging through sweat-drenched waking dreams. Immediate, powerful, confounding and kept in place by wry, sometimes observational, semi-spoken vocals that recall Jason Williamson and the late Mark E. Smith, this is music primed perfect for any 21st century meltdown in a suburban sprawl."
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lyrics
Clear As Mud
A colourful past spent in the west,
A monochrome version of some quest,
A cartoon steak for a birthday cake,
Cheers bud, that’s clear as mud.
How fast can you learn Braille?
Zen and the art, pass or fail,
We get needier as we get speedier,
Cheers bud, that’s clear as mud.
A finely tuned bullshit detector,
Are we expecting the chief inspector?
To call round and collect his pound,
Cheers bud, that’s clear as mud.
An interview with a barking gerbil,
A row of plants on the window sill,
Free cash, lets raid the stash,
Cheers bud, that’s clear as mud.
Waking up to a Klingon frown,
Floating around in your dressing gown,
Don’t want to be a preacher, teacher,
Cheers bud, that’s clear as mud.
The pointy finger of fate,
Always on time, never late,
You like to flirt you like my shirt?
Cheers bud, that’s clear as mud.
Being polite doesn’t cost a cent,
Did that sound wrong, you know what I meant,
Sat in a bubble waiting for trouble,
Cheers bud, that’s clear as mud.
Laughing at primitive forms of expression,
Mind is focussed I’m on a mission,
Fingers in pies is a bunch of lies,
Cheers bud, that’s clear as mud.
Living next door to a drug dealer,
How quaint, what could be cooler,
You know it’s never dull in Hull,
Cheers bud, that’s clear as mud.
Never ventured far from the apron strings,
You like to have all the latest things,
The nurse who likes to curse,
Cheers bud, that’s clear as mud.
Patience is indeed a virtue,
A guessing game would you like a clue,
Going on a cruise with my muse,
Cheers bud, that’s clear as mud.
A postcard that says eat less bread,
Is apparently stuck to my head,
Judging by the stares from the squares,
Cheers bud, that’s clear as mud.
These ballisticaly loaded tunes purposely deny a certain closure that is intended to keep one hitting the replay button. Well played Smirk, well played. jfpOne23
A collection of tracks from the singer and multi-disciplinary artist's 111 collaboration series, featuring KMRU, Laraaji, and others. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 25, 2024
