Thanks to everyone who came by Fresh On The Net at the weekend to check out  Listening Post 367 and tell us which tracks they liked best. Here, in alphabetical order, are our readers' top favourites. Our reviews are written by Fresh On The Net's Neil March - and you can read them at http://freshonthenet.co.uk/faves367

Fresh Faves: Batch 367

Debut album from Scottish band, Galileo's Fan. 

Tracks written by Fi Vass (1,3,6,7,9) and Martin Vass (2,4,5,8,10) (PRS, MCPS)

Recorded by Iain Hutchison at Glowormrecording 
Produced by Iain Hutchison, Fi Vass and Martin Vass
Mastered by Peter Beckmann at TechnologyWorks Mastering
Artwork and Design by Kim Richards

Fi Vass: vocals, piano/keys 
Martin Vass: vocals, guitars
Iain Hutchison: piano (tracks 3,6,10), guitars, programming, synths 
Graeme Smillie: Bass (1,2,4,5,6,8,9,10)
Louis Abbott: Drums (1,2,3,4,5,6,9)
Scott Mackay: Drums, percussion (1,4,8)
Mike Vass: fiddle, vocals (3,6)
Euan Burton: Bass (7)
John Lowrie: Drums (7)

I Won't Be Found

In Truth

Space Magic is the first single to come from the new album, ‘Violet Waves’, by Jeremy Tuplin and his band The Ultimate Power Assembly.

Written by Jeremy Tuplin
Recorded by Mark Estall
Mastered by Will Blyth
Artwork by Suzi Corker
Performed by Jeremy Tuplin & The Ultimate Power Assembly:
Jeremy Tuplin - lead vocals, guitar
Samuel Nicholson - lead guitar
Mark Estall - bass guitar
Jason Ribeiro - drums
Pearl Fish - backing vocals

Lyrics:

I believe in magic, space magic
Put on your unicorn jacket
Covered in bat ships
The Saturn moon Enceladus - supposedly nice this time of year
It’s in the hiero-graphics
I’m coming in soft on top of a wave of cosmic madness
Let’s dance, Cassiopeia’s second chance
At the black hole dance
I can taste the fabric
Give Captain Planet a call
Real name Patrick he’s got his own rocket ship we’re gonna ride right through the purple

I believe in magic, love magic
Capital Gold Motown Classics
At the ugly pageant
Caterpillar turned into a bat, dramatically turned into a bat
Can you imagine? I sure can
Born out of a dying star’s final throw of epic passion
Take a chance
At the black hole dance
On a fragile circumstance
It’s a delicate balance
Intergalactic truth love-manic wreaking havoc in the most beautiful manner

Love magic
Space magic
I believe in magic
Oh I believe
Initiating fade out now
Dutiful fade out
Magical fade out

Space Magic

rose-tinted

|| LYRICS ||

The Lady below me she's sleeping, 
Next to her drying clothes,
Her eyes still wet from when she was weeping,
God Knows what i'd do,
If she came crying her woes,

If it was ma, i'd come rushing,
Raised me from my brain to my bones,
Never did much hugging or touching,
She knows I love her,
With everything that I own,

The man upstairs, yeah he's always working,
Making rubber for cars,
His brain it aches from the constant yearning,
All that he wants,
Is to see his kids in the yard,

My big sister, yeah she's be cursing,
That we all seem far apart,
I like to think its more of a blessing,
All I do is haunt,
Like somebody with no heart,

Oh my girl tonight you are gorgeous,
I really miss the things that we do,
You shiver and you shake just like sawdust,
If you set the groove,
Then baby i'll make the move,

Why does no one seem to love us?
Why don't they aim and shoot?
Everything it seems so unrighteous,
No trust or no love,
But like flowers we still bloom,

Rubber For Cars

This song is a personal one about being next to my Father's bedside in his last moments. The lyrics talk of how emotions can to and fro from humour and sadness, about wanting things to change for the better but a wish for a return to previous happier times. The song finishes talking of how his grandchild will know who he is and memories will live on. The song is simple and heartfelt in its production and delivery with just piano and voice. Thank you for listening.

Lyrics:

Call out 
To put an end to this 
I swear 
Somebody listened to me 
that night 
Knew you were leaving here

Last chance 
To get your feelings out
You freeze 
No words can come to you
to hold a hand 
Is all that is needed now

We had no choice, it's unstoppable 
We laugh and we cry, uncontrollable 
You and I and we , we'll be together 
Right until to the end
It matters

A creak,
We close in to listen,
I pray for all that you've wanted
To pass, you go, we'll fend for ourselves from now

You float, up like a morning mist, 
alls changed 
No sudden final twists
Just us alone, we'll never forget you

We had no choice, it's unstoppable 
We laugh and we cry, uncontrollable 
You and I and we , we'll be together 
Right until to the end
It matters

Start a fire,
Start a war,
Do whatever to have like before 

You have a beautiful grandchild,
She knows ,you in all of your photographs 
You'll live on, we'll make sure of it

Start A Fire

Oh why won’t you talk to me? Talk to me?
I think you’re scared.
Oh why won’t you answer me? Answer me?
I know you heard.
If you are avoiding things. Avoiding things, 
There’s something to hide.
I know that I will find it out, find it out.
Come on inside.

(bridge)
It’s getting dark out there. I know there’s something there
That’s lookin’ for you.
So I would recommend, for you to pretend
That you’re not here.

(chorus)
Stay low, I can hear you. Stay low, the raven’s come.
Stay low I can see you. Stay low, the raven’s come.

Take my hand I’m callin’ you’re, ignoring me.
You stay outside.
It’s not safe but you couldn’t care, well, I don’t care
At least I know I tried.
Then we see the shadow of the raven bird
Over the moon.
Its faceless feathers crying out, in the night
“It’s about to begin.”

(chorus)

Oh can you hear its call? We just like feathers fall
And bow down at its claws.
We’ve flouted all commands, and fall into waiting hands
Through the golden doors.

Stay here and sit, let the darkness enfold you.
It’s too late for us, besides its already got you.
Nothing will change, we couldn’t have got away.
Now we are just another feather, on this bird.

Stay low, I can hear you, stay low, the raven’s come.
Stay low, I can see you. Stay low, the raven’s gone.

The Raven's Come

Real Life

Go checkout the video here: http://dayla.lnk.to/lighthouse (lyrics below)

'Lighthouse' is not a classic pop song: it tells a story. I wrote it when I was struggling to get along with a loved one. The idea was to bring love, the light of the lighthouse, to people who aren’t alright, who are being negative and hard to deal with. Through time, it became the song that gave me hope when my mom was dying; then it became the song that helped me through the process of grieving. I hope this song will help others during this difficult time we're all facing.  “It’s alright” to feel all the things you’re feeling. “It’s alright.”
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ʟɪɢʜᴛʜᴏᴜꜱᴇ ʟʏʀɪᴄꜱ

ʟɪɢʜᴛʜᴏᴜꜱᴇ 
ᴇᴍᴘᴏᴡᴇʀꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ɴɪɢʜᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʀᴜᴛʜ ᴜɴꜱᴘᴏᴋᴇɴ
ʜᴇᴀᴅ ᴅᴏᴡɴ 
ɪɢɴɪᴛɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪɢʜᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴀꜱ ʙᴇʏᴏɴᴅ ᴄʜᴏꜱᴇɴ

ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴀᴠᴇ ɪᴛ ᴜᴘ ꜰᴏʀ ɢᴏᴏᴅ, ᴏʜ 
ʏᴏᴜ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ꜰᴇʟᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ʙʟᴏᴏᴍ, ɴᴏ
ʟᴇᴛ’ꜱ ɢᴇᴛ ᴛʜᴏꜱᴇ ᴅᴇᴍᴏɴꜱ ᴏᴜᴛ 
ɢᴇᴛ ᴛʜᴇᴍ, ɢᴇᴛ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴏᴜᴛ

ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴀɪʟ ᴅᴏᴡɴ 
ɴᴏ ᴍᴀᴛᴛᴇʀ ʜᴏᴡ ꜰᴀʀ 
ɴᴏ ᴍᴀᴛᴛᴇʀ ʜᴏᴡ ᴅᴀʀᴋ 
ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴀɪʟ ᴅᴏᴡɴ  
ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴀɪʟ ᴅᴏᴡɴ 
ɴᴏ ᴍᴀᴛᴛᴇʀ ʜᴏᴡ ꜰᴀʀ 
ɴᴏ ᴍᴀᴛᴛᴇʀ ʜᴏᴡ ᴅᴀʀᴋ 
ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴀɪʟ ᴅᴏᴡɴ, ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴀɪʟ ᴅᴏᴡɴ  

ꜱᴛᴀʀʀʏ ɴɪɢʜᴛ (ᴏʜ ꜱᴛᴀʀʀʏ ɴɪɢʜᴛ) 
ɪꜱ ʙʟᴜʀʀɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪɴᴇꜱ ɪɴ ᴀ ᴄɪʀᴄᴜʟᴀʀ ᴍᴏᴛɪᴏɴ 
ꜰʟᴏᴀᴛɪɴɢ ʜɪɢʜ  ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍɪᴅᴅʟᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ɴɪɢʜᴛ 
ʀᴇᴀᴄʜɪɴɢ ᴀʟʟ ᴇᴍᴘᴛʏ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛꜱ ᴏᴜᴛ  

ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴀᴠᴇ ɪᴛ ᴀʟʟ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴛɪᴍᴇ, ᴏʜ 
ʏᴏᴜ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ꜰᴇʟᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ʙʟᴏᴡ, ɴᴏ 
ʟᴇᴛ’ꜱ ɢᴇᴛ ᴛʜᴏꜱᴇ ᴅᴇᴍᴏɴꜱ ᴏᴜᴛ 
ɢᴇᴛ ᴛʜᴇᴍ, ɢᴇᴛ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴏᴜᴛ  

ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴀɪʟ ᴅᴏᴡɴ 
ɴᴏ ᴍᴀᴛᴛᴇʀ ʜᴏᴡ ꜰᴀʀ 
ɴᴏ ᴍᴀᴛᴛᴇʀ ʜᴏᴡ ᴅᴀʀᴋ 
ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴀɪʟ ᴅᴏᴡɴ x2  
ᴜɴᴛɪʟ ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪɢʜᴛ ꜰᴀʟʟꜱ ᴏɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ꜰᴀᴄᴇ 
ʙʀɪɴɢɪɴɢ ᴊᴏʏ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡᴀʀᴍᴛʜ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴅᴀʏꜱ  
ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴏɴᴇꜱ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪ’ᴠᴇ ɢʀᴏᴡɴ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴇᴇʟɪɴɢ ɪꜱ ꜱᴛʀᴏɴɢ 
ꜱᴏʟᴀᴄᴇ ɪɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ꜱᴏᴜʟ ᴀᴡᴀᴋᴇɴ ᴀʟᴏɴᴇ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜʀ ɢʀᴀᴄᴇ  

ʟᴏɴɢ ʀɪᴅᴇ, ʟᴏɴɢ ɴɪɢʜᴛ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ꜰᴇʟᴛ ꜱᴏ ᴛɪʀᴇᴅ 
ʟᴏɴɢ ʀɪᴅᴇ, ʟᴏɴɢ ɴɪɢʜᴛ 
ʙᴜᴛ ʟᴏɴɢ ʀɪᴅᴇ, ʟᴏɴɢ ɴɪɢʜᴛ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ꜰᴇʟᴛ ꜱᴏ ʀɪɢʜᴛ 
ʟᴏɴɢ ʀɪᴅᴇ, ʟᴏɴɢ ɴɪɢʜᴛ  

ɢɪᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀꜱᴇʟꜰ ᴛɪᴍᴇ, ɪᴛ’ꜱ ᴀ ʟɪꜰᴇᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴊᴏᴜʀɴᴇʏ 
ꜰᴇᴇʟɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀʀᴍᴛʜ ʀɪɢʜᴛ ɪɴꜱɪᴅᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʙᴏᴅʏ 
ᴛᴇᴀʀꜱ ʀᴏʟʟɪɴɢ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ᴛᴇᴀʀꜱ ʀᴏʟʟɪɴɢ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ʜᴍᴍ x2  

ɪᴛ’ꜱ ᴀ ʟᴏɴɢ ɴɪɢʜᴛ, 
ɪᴛ’ꜱ ʟᴏɴɢ ɴɪɢʜᴛ ʙᴜᴛ ɪᴛ’ꜱ ᴀʟʀɪɢʜᴛ 
ʙᴜᴛ ɪᴛ’ꜱ ᴀʟʀɪɢʜᴛ x2 
ɪᴛ’ꜱ ᴀʟʀɪɢʜᴛ

Lighthouse

Lyrics (yes in Newspeak)

Oldthinkers unbellyfeel Ingsoc
Time moves on, tick tock tick tock
Crime, crimethink is death
Crime, real crime until your last breath
B vocabulary duckspeak
Blackwhite doublethink
Bb watching crimestop,
Fake hope might stop

Tick tock tick tock tick
Oligarchical collectivism
the only allowed ism

Doubleplusgood dayorder
Watch out for that tape recorder
Equal is not equal anymore
On enemy bodies, enjoy the gore
Joycamp, joycamp, joycamp
Lives illuminated by an artificial lamp
The place where there’s no darkness
And now we find ourselves artless
Miniluv, minipax, miniplenty
Wait, there was one more? how many
Old, oldlife, oldspeak
Freedom’s dust an antique

Tick tock tick tock tick
Oligarchical collectivism
the only allowed ism

Correction, correction, rectify
Crimethought, crimethought mind’s eye
Misprints, flaws malquoted
Vaporizations never noted
Mindless entertainment, prolefeed
Expressionless even as they bleed
Recdep recdep ownlife, suspicion
All suffering from malnutrition
Oligarchical collectivism
The only allowed ism
Neo-Bolshevism, Death-Worship, Ingsoc
Barely distinguishable at all tick tock

New Project

Oligarchical Collectivism (early version)

This song build more and more relevance every day – it's clearly "one rule for them and another for us!"
Basically - if we followed our leader’s examples we’d all be mafia crime bosses...

Our new LP – Dismembers of Parliament – drops on Friday 5 June (Bandcamp first, everyone else a week later)
killdren.bandcamp.com
killdren.com

Dismembers of Parliament

Expect a Crimewave

Killdren – Expect A Crimewave

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