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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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
Couch Hunch
A shaky hand shake with a sheikh,
Give a little, but mostly, it’s just
Take, take, take.
All laid out on the historical time line,
Enabling others to say what’s yours is now mine.
You got the dollar? You get the extension.
Born to breed, born to bake,
And serve a plate of heartache.
We got grievances and absences,
And technicoloured tinsels,
Sensory overloads and bucketfuls of jingo bingo.
You may ask how this lot built an empire,
It was the butcher aprons singing in the choir.
You got the dollar? You get the extension.
Take me to Point Nemo,
So I can search for the satellite of love,
Junk yard supremo when push comes to shove,
Are you willing to change a raven for a dove?
Developed a curtain twitch,
Got grassed by the local snitch,
A hobby bobby, does it for kicks.
Texting in tights,
Something I do at home,
Pimp action on the speaker phone,
I got a couch hunch,
About this situation,
Let me work out my mitigation,
Something about integration.
I got a couch hunch,
I can change the world,
My nails are starting to curl,
I wish to remain in my domain.
I got a couch hunch,
Got a crush on Agatha Christie,
Can’t see now it’s gone all misty,
I didn’t dive, it was a fucking penalty.
You dirty bastard,
What a fucking rotter,
A double parking snotter,
The cul-de-sac cheater,
Who got found out,
I got a couch hunch.
Yeah it didn’t quite work out,
So I listened to Suicidal Tendencies,
And ignored my vitamin deficiencies,
I got a couch hunch.
I paid attention to my instinct,
I’ll never give in I am persistent,
And when crunch comes to crunch
I got a couch hunch.
I got a theory.
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
