Written and performed by Brodie Milner
Guitars, bass, vocals, keys, synths, and programming by Brodie Milner
Drums by Stewart Baxter

Produced by Isaac McInnis
Co-produced by Bradley Blackwell
Engineering and Mixing by Isaac Mcinnis
Recorded at Crooked Room Studios

Mastered by Kevin Tuffy at Manmade Mastering
Cover Artwork by Stewart Baxter and Brodie Milner

hedonist

lyrics:
pleasure yourself 
on the taxpayer’s vibrator
whilst finding new ways to beat the workhorse
play with your wealth
as you dine on corporate opulence
and show them who’s their daddy on the golf course

riddle me this
how many politicians does it take
to cull entire populations in a blink?
well i am not a statistician but i think
the answer is less than three

argue like socrates 
and add a dash of vitriol
whilst knowing you won’t have to drink the poison
sit down won’t you, zanni please
the world is not a punchline
stand back up and wince at your reflection

riddle me this
how many politicians does it take
to burn entire ecosystems
‘well you brought it on yourself’
you laugh
a true word said in jest 
‘and you can go and fuck your mother
if you doubt that i know best’

mother nature
watches all her children die of cot death
and the only thing she feels is relief
she welcomes the atom bomb
she welcomes the asteroid 
she welcomes the plague that you failed to impeach

credits:
Written and performed by Brodie Milner
Guitars, bass, vocals, keys, synths, and programming by Brodie Milner
Drums by Isaac McInnis

Produced by Isaac McInnis
Co-produced by Bradley Blackwell
Engineering and Mixing by Isaac McInnis
Recorded at Crooked Room Studios

Mastered by Kevin Tuffy at Manmade Mastering
Cover Artwork by Stewart Baxter and Brodie Milner

comedy

Produced by Isaac McInnis
Co-produced by Bradley Blackwell
Engineering and Mixing by Isaac McInnis
Recorded at Crooked Room Studios
Mastered by Kevin Tuffy at Manmade Mastering

Lyrics:

the avenue dog 
kicked down in the throws of a sickness
hearing the toll
of this death-knell voice
as he cries
‘look now’, you said, ‘tonight’s entertainment’s arrived’
‘hear now’, you said, ‘a droplet of piss is too kind’

a croak in the throat
of the heel turned fast
with conviction
a crack in the words
worn cruel
come adorned with your pride
you scorn and say
‘his heroin chic had a price’
you bow your head
and powder your keys with his crimes

in the four bed, three bath
with more room for expansion
buckled the shelves 
With the trinkets from plasticised life
you sigh and say
‘why does it feel like i’m dying?’
you whine and say
‘why does this wealth feel like plight?’

a vision of technoscience
built for the family
an itemised list 
of the things that you need
to be right
breathe in and feel
the atoms pull with a yearning
breathe out and feel 
a smile to the ones you don’t like

we’ve lost our way
but maybe we just deserve it
we’ve lost our way
We’ll poison ourselves
‘til we’re blind

pimaricin bile
pink like the wound that’s not healing 
down on your knees
wear a porcelain bowl like a crown
‘no use’, you say, ‘dressed in the clothes of a clown’
you tear and fray
a body appraised by the pound

the unwanted truth 
rings false in the therapist’s office
a stomach as empty as pockets
fills up with guile 
‘i feel it now, the comfort you said would be waiting.
i feel it now, the comfort you said would be found.’

tragicomedy

tragedy (in three parts)

Written and performed by Brodie Milner
Guitars, bass, vocals, keys, synths, and programming by Brodie Milner
Drums by Isaac McInnis

Produced by Isaac McInnis
Co-produced by Bradley Blackwell
Engineering and Mixing by Isaac McInnis
Recorded at Crooked Room Studios

Mastered by Kevin Tuffy at Manmade Mastering

Lyrics:
i need a light to set myself on fire, baby
i wanna disappear completely in the most dramatic way
i can’t make sense of much just lately
it’s all just trivia
my pixelated qualia has turned the world into a stage

listen to DOOM play on the hydrogen boombox
he splits a rhyme just like atoms
i’m busy ironing my socks
you’re busy fighting your reflection
you feel so overweight 
chose the wrong target for your rage
like allen ginsberg dropping bombs

i didn’t even wanna come
i didn’t even wanna come
i didn’t even wanna come 
to your party anyway

i asked your name you said you needed time to think
put your head inside the sink
removed the contents of your brain
i got in line to see my doctor
i’m broke beyond repair
i stumbled back you wasn’t there
i need a pill to cure the pain

i didn’t even wanna come
i didn’t even wanna come
i didn’t even wanna come 
to your party anyway

how many books to beat myself to death with knowledge
take a look under the bonnet 
and realise there’s nothing there
i’ve got the party in my pocket
and nought of relevance to say
do my lines, be on my way
to the next crowd that doesn’t care

ididntevenwanttocometoyourparty

“Absolutely loving this” - Gemma Bradley (BBC Radio 1)
“lyricist of the week… outstanding” - Tom Robinson (BBC Radio 6 Music)

Alt-indie pessimism from Northern England. Brodie Milner combines meta-modern lyricism with guitar-driven melodies, channeling influence from the likes of Jack White, Ben Howard, Big Thief, Fontaines D.C, and Bob Dylan. 

His debut EP ‘tragicomedy’ received national praise for its darkly comic themes, bold sound, and intelligent commentary, garnering support from Gemma Bradley (BBC Radio 1), Steve Lamacq and Tom Robinson (BBC Radio 6), Phil Taggart (formerly BBC Radio 1), Frank Skinner (Absolute Radio), and Alan Raw, Jericho Keys, and Emily Pilbeam (BBC Introducing).

A tour with The Coral followed, alongside headline shows across the UK and Ireland. Other gigs include support slots with BC Camplight, Katy J Pearson, and Seafret, and festival appearances at Live at Leeds, Tramlines, and Stockton Calling.

Brodie Milner

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