The BBC Introducing Mixtape 🔊 (BBC 6 Music) - 4

Written and recorded by Kingsley, Jonny, Robbie and Hugh
Recorded by Kingsley Hall in Stockton-on-Tees, Robbie Major in Newcastle, and Jonny Snowball in Saltburn
Mastered by Kingsley Hall

He’s looking at his old history books again and getting an erection, 
Meanwhile I’m fucking ashamed, 
All that pink on the map makes me fucking retch; 
arrogance, atrocity, bloodshed, bullshit, 
There’s nothing great about that Mrs Britain,
did we ever apologise? 
did we fuck, just wandered off, had some tea.

So stop with the funny put downs for likes, it’s too fucking twee, 
call the fuckers out, don’t let them forget, don’t let them forget! 
You don’t write for the Guardian…wait…what? Oh you’ve already forgot. You fucking idiot!

Because I’m bored of yer racist shit. 
as equality and diversity are great words to bleat
but you turn it off when you leave work, call it bollocks, 
racist craic in the pub, typical sexist shit, tweeting abuse to black footballers, blending in, 
get fucked, I’m sick of it, 
And you know what,
WE SEE YOU. WE SEE YOU.

All them call centre politicians,
I’ve worked it, hot desked it, 
Sat in a glass box selling shit, 
dress down Friday, fucked at the Christmas party, eight quid an hour, just another cliche mate… 
Done a course, noddy dog in a Topman suit,
Having an affair, s’alright, behind that mask there’s fuck all there. 
Not here to be remembered, here to be a digit, he’s a human fucking tick box, lapping it up, LAPPING IT UP. 
AND HE’LL MAKE YOU FORGET! HE’LL MAKE YOU FORGET!
BUT WE SEE YOU! WE SEE YOU!

Now look in the mirror, 
Stop glaring out that Nationalist express window, 
You can’t see owt anyway, it’s tinted in shit, 
Victorian top hat. Lord fucking wot wot. 
Deck chair by the Haywain, 
You sit back and think of glory days, but can’t stop moaning about the royal that’s not white, you never fucking stop. 
You NEVER fucking stop. 

Those photos of your family blu tacked on the temporary office divider wall, reminding you why you’re there, 
Reminding you why you’re supposed to give a shit. 
Reminding you that you exist. 
That YOU have a purpose. 
But they don’t know you. 
They don’t know this hateful little shit you’ve become.

And all I I’m thinking about is that it was less embarrassing when the Prime Minster was fucking a pig. 
What a fucking country. What a fucking state. 
So Great. So Great. So GREAT!

We’re living in a fucking John Lewis ad. 
Strings rise over slow-motion drone shots of tower blocks.
Filters mask the homeless. Everyone claps. Everyone cheers.
Nationalism is a brand now.
This shit isn’t designed to make you feel proud, it’s to keep you violent, brimmed to the tits with hate 
Your mind’s pissed on visions of grandeur, scared of change, you’re resentful, you’re bitter,
And the worst thing is, you think you’re a winner…
But we see you. We see you. 
WE SEE YOU.

We See You

Lyrics by: Hannah Ashcroft
Music by: Hannah Ashcroft & Samuel Quinn 
Produced by: Hannah Ashcroft & Samuel Quinn 

Hannah Ashcroft: Vocals
Samuel Quinn: Electric Guitar, Bass, Mellotron
Adam Dawson: Drums, Percussion
Jo Dudderidge: Wurlitzer, Backing Vocals
Caoilfhionn Rose: Backing Vocals
Chloe Foy: Backing Vocals
Rich Williams: Backing Vocals

Recorded at Pinhole Sound Studies, Manchester
Engineered and mixed by Adam P. Gorman
Mastered by George Atkins at 80 Hertz Studios

(P) 2021 Hannah Ashcroft
(C) 2021 Hannah Ashcroft

HUSK

Amoeba

La Sansonette is from our album, Clandestine. Agent Starling are Quentin Budworth hurdy-gurdy and vocals and Lou Duffy-Howard vocals, bass guitar and all other instruments and programming. The track also features special guest Dexter Duffy-Howard on violin. La Sansonette is composed by Dominique Forges, lyrics by Lou Duffy-Howard, recorded in Yorkshire UK by Agent Starling.

Starling Sansonette
Flutter flutter
Chatter chatter
Sqabble sqabble
Rattle rattle

Whistle whistle
Warble warble
Clack clack
Wheezes

Shacker shacker
Chainsaw
Telephone
Ring ring

Yak yak
Chacker chacker
Chacker Chacker
Yakata!

Flam flam
Chacker chacker
L' Étourneau

Clandestine

La Sansonette

Don't Eat Stuff Off The Pavement

Local Legend (Radio Edit)

Nails

Flag

First single taken from 'U OK Hun?' the debut EP from Blackpool Math Punk trio 'Those Fucking Snowflakes'.

A vibrant clash of political punk, hardcore rock and math rock. Formed merely as a vessel to shout out the feelings of anxiety and dread we all face in the world everyday, from the slow collapse of civilised society and our spiral back into the darker ages of intolerance and Nazi worship. A hard ‘Get Tae Fuck’ to all those who say political discourse has no place in music.

Single released 18th October 2019
EP released January 2020

(C)2019 The Recording Industry Is Dead, Records

Stop Being Dickheads To Each Other

Written and performed by Kingsley, Jonny, Robbie, James and Paul.

Recorded by Stephen Norman in Saltburn and Stockton-on-Tees.

Mastered by Tom Woodhead at Hippocratic Mastering, Leeds.

Taking Us Back

Divide and Be Conquered

The Common Good

Written and performed by Kingsley, Robbie, Hugh and Jonny.

Recorded and mastered  by Hugh Major in Guisborough.

Imperfect

Written and recorded by Kingsley, Jonny, Robbie and Hugh
Recorded by Kingsley Hall, Jonny Snowball in Saltburn and Robbie Major in Newcastle
Mastered by Kingsley Hall

I’m surrounded by red white and blue
But I stand out
And I’m the treacherous one, I’m the shit
Just for wanting people not to get hurt, not to get ridiculed, not to get spat at in the street or pissed on in alleyways because they’ve got no where else to sleep…
But ok ok ok ok yeah yeah I’m the disgrace, I’m the shit, the national fucking danger, I’m a public menace, the snowflake 
Idiotic rhetoric pumping into our brains 
Boozed up, dumbed down, clown town
You pander to a non existent past,
Presumed arrogance, sausage class, 
A new found spring in your goose step 
Stiffened back, the rigid frame of the victorious fascist 

Yet I’m the scum, the unpatriotic one, 
Faithless, feckless, all bark, no bite
A deserter from my own fucking birthright
I’m the betrayer, I’m the shite
I’m bringing the country down, This northern clown.
And I get it, I get it, I really fucking do
I lost get over it, I LOST GET OVER IT
Rub my face into the fucking mud,
Plaster it on billboards going up to the sky, 
YOU LOST HA HA FUCKING HA HA
Rule Britannia playing on the radio twenty four hours a day
Union flags hung in every street
Spitfires fly past, homeless pile up, no one gives a fuck
We get the future you deserve
We get the future you deserve
We get the future you deserve
TRAITORS TRAITORS TRAITORS

Sell yer guitars. Pawn yer clarinet. Fuck your creativity. Fuck you dreams. The new normal does not need entertainment. It needs only work. Viable work. Retrain. Stop moaning. Get a job making fucking flags.
Shut up now. Shut up. Shut up.
We get the future you deserve
We get the future you deserve
TRAITORS

I scroll through endless cameraphone footage, racists on public transport,
Screaming into faces, scaring kids,
Wide eyed bushy tailed, full of fuck 
“Im loud and proud, it is what it is, I say what I like and I like what I say” etc etc etc okay
“it’s called freedom of speech mate, look it up” 
Look it up. Look it up. Look. It. Up. LOOK IT UP.
Bullshit goggle eyes, bullshit google eyes.
YOU’RE ALRIGHT JACK
YOU’RE ALRIGHT JACK
TRAITORS TRAITORS TRAITORS TRAITORS

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