Sterling black vinyl copy of the debut from the duo of Robert Lloyd and Janet Bean, which comes with a download code so you can listen to it on any number of formats.
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Compact Disc (CD) + Digital Album
A nicely packaged compact disc with cover photo from Philip Solomonson and design by Sheila Sachs.
Includes unlimited streaming of Black Cat, Dark Horse
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And lo! on the fifth of the sixth
born to be stiffed by the ethics and quarrels
that loathed to see him resting on his laurels
he said, "fuck your morals"
Was his own man for bad or worst
An also-ran spawn of the cursed by sick fate
And finding love a test would surely dictate
that he would pick hate
And time would prove a weapon
His crime would be to breath the air
He would stain the sheets of the Black Country
And in good stead for later life
he made the bed, his future wife was cooking
a soon come life for them, as she was looking
at the rucking
A class mates ears in either hand
on to the tears he did expand with spittle
The spite inside the phlegm was uncommittal,
so pre-marital
And the pome it had been tasted
'Twas the homophobic, racist flirt
that she would wed in the Black Country
Into the snare of wilted flowers
she rushed to share her youthful hours with learning
that tolerance and reason are for burning
and he's not for turning
And once upon ago the sex
would pretend not to know the hex of violence
The days it would plot treason drunk on silence,
a potent alliance
And a thorn he'd always carry
and still born is what she asked to be
Got divorced from hope in the Black Country
Her sell by date it came and went
Stood at the gate of heaven, bent on boredom,
the born and bred qualifier for whoredom,
he got the chore done
He'd borrow cash and grass his pals
and scratch his rash and ever shall be a user
The empathetic liars down the boozer
they love a loser
But overpriced is such a friendship
and they thank Christ he drank himself to death
He was a boil on the arse of the Black Country
And the despair that had been suffered
offered no prayer for the belated death
of that ugly child from the Black Country
No, they'll mourn him not in the Black Country
supported by 103 fans who also own “Black Country”
Wildly rampant but at times poppy as anything. Nightingales mould those tracks into their own shapes where shifts of pace and mood are done in a way only they can do. And by the way THIS Nightingales album is a barnstorming classic. Add to that the weird Robert Lloyd stream of words ..such a pleasure to have them. David Rankin
A work of considerable power and subtlety. Certainly a grower but I was hooked on first listen and it seems to improve on subsequent plays. Well done to everyone involved and good luck for the future, hopefully a long and successful future. simon1956smith
Brooklyn-based artist Devin McKnight makes terrifically experimental pop music, pairing skewed guitar arrangements with sly hooks. Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 19, 2022
WALL's debut LP is also their last, as the band is no more - bittersweet. Experimental post-punk that works in light & shade. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 1, 2017
At the moment "I am Grimaldi" is my favourite track, although that could change. A stupendous album.
"I can't seem to stop this melancholy'
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