Rare, antiquated listening format. Will provide a great addition to your sarcophagus or millennium space capsule.
Includes unlimited streaming of I Am The Cheese
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Record/Vinyl + Digital Album
This took about 8 months to get pressed, and there's a very limited amount of them. Pressed on red cheddar vinyl for a salivating, pavlovian listen.
Includes unlimited streaming of I Am The Cheese
via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more.
ships out within 3 days
edition of 50
Purchasable with gift card
€20EURor more
about
I was quite keen to write an observational journey song, akin to Manhattan by Jeffrey Lewis. I used to cross through Pimlico in Dublin 8 on my way to rehearsal and it never failed to entertain me. At the time there were a lot of moody fellas speak-singing about The Liberties, so I couldn’t help acknowledging that. Musically, for the sake of momentum, we deliberately copied the tempo of Hard To Explain by The Strokes.
lyrics
Plodding through Pimlico,
in the soft spitting rain of a granite grey Sunday
The kind of aesthetic Ian Curtis impersonators
would like to pretend is deeply poetic
If it paints you a picture, I'm pretty hungover,
gently heartbroken in yesterday's clothes
Holes in my shoes and puddles between my toes
The local head case is on the green
wailing Buffalo Soldier and swaying in his dream
Aspiring scumbags are lobbing eggs
from a Honda Civic with a dodgy reg
The new pram pushers are not concerned
The old dog walkers have also learned
It's none of your business, wind your neck in
Keep your mouth shut, count your blessings
The air is smothered with the smell of Guinness
It doesn't help you to feel less nauseous
I guess last night she came to her senses
I’m not really smart I’m just fucking pretentious
And maybe the misery won’t be momentous
But at the moment it’s worth the mention.
Plodding through Pimlico, down onto Bridgefoot
Then over the river to go to rehearsal
I'll hide in the practice room, for two or three hours
Run through the set and forget about everyone
For a moment at least I'm high and invincible
To the world outside I’d say I'm untouchable
In a mouldy bunker it’s all bearable
With four chords and a brief release...
A Litany of Failures is one of the most important projects on this island. Capturing a snapshot of the ever-changing DIY music scene in ireland, preserving these artists and tracks forever. Conor