Taken from the forthcoming album "The Problem of Leisure: a celebration of Andy Gill and Gang of Four" 

Available to pre order now - https://gang-of-four.ffm.to/theproblemofleisure.ofp

The Problem of Leisure: A Celebration of Andy Gill & Gang of Four

WARPAINT - Paralysed

A Night At The Little Los Angeles (Sundowner 4-Track Demos)

Brother, Sister (4-Track Demo)

BST is the third single off ‘Expressions of Interest’, the debut long player by Melbourne/Naarm post-punk band screensaver. The third single from the highly anticipated debut album 'Expressions of interest' out on Heavy Machinery (AU) and Upset the Rhythm (UK). 'BST' is a blend of krautrock infused electronics and new wave aesthetics. Full of swirling bass synths and pounding motorik drums, lead singer Krystal Maynard explores notions of stolen opinions and baseless facts, as we all struggle for relevance in an overcrowded collective headspace.

Recorded by Julian Cue and Christopher Stephenson and mastered by David Stepford.

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El Refugio

Extrarradio

Outlier

Fire Doesn't Grow On Trees

Before And Afterland

"Hello, Hi"

Cement

Dion Lunadon - It's The Truth

I don't care if it's heaven
Or if it's not
I just need to feel something
Whether it's love or it's lust
I just need it to really mean something
If it's with this
It's with that
I don't care what
Long as it's something
I don't care if it's heaven
Or if it's not
I just need to feel something

I don't care
I don't care
I just need to be something
I don't care
I don't care
I just need to feel something

If it's not her
Then it's me
If I'm not heaven
I'm hell
And I'm not doin' so well
I just need it to mean something
If it's with me
It's with her
I don't care who
Long as it's someone
If it's not them
Then it's me
If I'm not heaven
I'm hell
And I'm not doin' so well
It just need to mean something

I don't care
I don't care
I just need to feel something
I don't care
I don't care
I just need to be something
I don't care
I don't care
I just need to do something
I don't care
I don't care
I just need to heal something

Something I need

Phase Zero

Mssr. Monster

Here I am again,
Here I am sitting in the waiting room
Waiting for an appointment
That I had booked six months ago
I’m feeling very low
Yes, I was shitting bricks
At the prospect of existence without you
And so I gave it one more go

But the story didn’t stick and something didn’t click
Some allergies you tolerate and some habits, you just have to kick


I saw you on your back
Amongst the peanut shells
That were scattered on the floor of the big top
Right next to the overwhelming sense
Of impending doom, but no one even asked
Or mentioned anything to me about the
Elephant in the room when suddenly it clicked
Some allergies you tolerate and some habits, you just have to…

You gotta bite the bullet, you gotta get it fixed
You gotta get it seen to (so see to it)
That the story sticks

You always said that you’d both met and fell in love at the circus
And that’s why you loved animals so much
So much so that you’d bought a big dog
With little ears and called it ‘dumbo’
Which was a joke that got less and less funny every time
Obviously you brought the dog along that night…
When you showed up otherwise alone, to my dinner party,
Having already rang ahead, to ensure that all of my dishes
Had been prepared in a completely nut free environment,
Now quipping that it was for the sake of your ‘imaginary’ husband,
Because several years on from the wedding
That none of us were invited to
We still hadn’t met him, even though you always said he was coming,
Before suddenly he couldn’t make it
Because he travelled a lot with work, but mainly
Because he didn’t really exist,
You broke down in tears in my kitchen,
certain he was seeing someone else.
How reckless we’d all been to tolerate your fabricated reality
But until then I didn’t have the guts
To put an end to the ever maddening scenes
So instead, with a solemn nod and totemic silence,
I walked over to the cupboard
where I kept the snacks,
took a pinch of dry roast dust from the loose pegged bag
Sprinkled an inch into the upturned palms of your trembling hands
and said
'If you just rub some of this
Round the rim of his can then no one will know,
but we’ll all understand’
It takes real guts to fake being nuts
And it takes real nuts, to break fake guts

You gotta bite the bullet, gotta get it fixed
Get it seen to (so see to it)
Because stories that don't stick
Mean someones bound to twig
If your alibis cooperate then they will be
Fed to all the pigs

Peanuts

Before And Afterland

brian jonestown massacre

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