Homesick

Winter Skies

A foray into a poppier, darker, almost protest song...hope you like it!  Let us know what you think, and share share share!

Long live the NR!

#BandNoRegret

Reluctantly Unleashed

Bulletproof Teenager

A  journey into the "present past" of destroyed dreams, a somewhat whimsical stroll through darker days, progressing into the invariable quagmire of hurt and fatalistic acceptance of "letting go" of the past...a true Regret original which combines the master drumbeats by Al at his best, lead guitar and raw vocals by Miles and the bass riffs made famous by Neil "Bassman". The song was birthed a few years ago after a psycho barbie or three with a bottle of bad, and has been tweaked to perfection-in-the-making ever since . A gift for those discerning rockers who appreciate their rock with a raw masterly crafted sound, deep lyrics and some potential air guitar moments thrown in for free...

Let Go

Regret's front line usually consists of a few carefully-chosen slaps in the face: "Pack of hearts in a bed of lies" is a good example.  It's not that they've always had bad luck in the women department, but rather the almost emo-esque ideal that anything which starts will fail if you give it enough time.  

The bassline has been compared to that of early The Cure, which suits them just fne.  The vocals are muted just enough to infuriate, while the happy drumbeat belies what is going on in the background of the lyrics.  The gentle phase effect on the guitar gives it a mysterious feel.

All in all, a great track.

Pack of Hearts

The irony in this is that even though this was written for Miles' soon-to-be-ex-wife-and-I've-decided-I-like-hyphenating-things, this is one of the band's favourite songs to play.  It's a raw emotional display of all things good, with a hint of what Miles was up to (or at least thinking of,) when he wrote the lyrics.

The drums are complex enough to make you surprised to know that they were played by a blind three-toed sloth bear high on helium.  The guitar's winding its way from earhole to arsehole with all the grace and poise of a caravan site is surprising in itself, and there was no bass on this song.  What you THINK you're hearing as bass is Neil scratching himself in the morning on a loop tape.

All in all?  Out of ten?  I'd say fifteen.  Brilliant!!

No Regret