The Unavoidable Death of Loneliness, an expressionist venture at the cross-section of classical and ambient, traverses as a wander, a trip through emotions encountered first hand and unprocessed.

Available on CD here: https://bit.ly/3yLUjvI

Like an internal dialogue, the album mutates continually - ever changing, expressing, chattering - never dwelling on the same exact thought as before. These are emotions formed, put to paper, but as though still raw and unfiltered, a free association of musical feeling.

The Unavoidable Death of Loneliness

Sven Laux & Logic Moon - Where Do You Get Your Dreams From?

Second Sun (feat. Clear Mortifee)

Bruiser and Bicycle - "1000 Engines"

Cold

11. Grow Up

3. Spring

Lord Only Knows

Lyrics:

By this you will know 
That I am The Lord
With a staff in my hands 
I will strike the water of the Nile 
And it'll be changed into
Blood 
Boils
Fire and thunderstorms
Hail and 
Locusts and 
Darkness for three days 
Signs and 
Marvels and 
Rivers turn to blood
Pestilence 
Frogs and 
Killing of the firstborn son 

Living in black and white again
I'm living in the crystal night again
Send us a package from a friend
Tell us about democracy
Do it yourself
Pray for us now
Give us the power
Nobody gets hurt 
Let me send you a lemon battery
Too cold to bear 
Put down the gun 

The Nile will teem with frogs
Up to your palace and 
Into your bedroom and 
Onto your bed 
Earthquake 
Famine
Scorch the planet with fire 
Starvation Pestilence and 
Killing of the firstborn son

Living in black and white again 
Made it to the station in Dresden
Have you ever heard of a hamburger
Joseph Buys is not my friend
Living on a lemon battery 
I'm filling up the holes with 
Fat and grease 
Writing on the chalkboard's wet and cold
Too cold to bare 
Put down the gun 

How long will you refuse 
To humble yourself 
Before me

About midnight 
I will go through Egypt 
With the staff in my hand 
I will strike 
Mark the lamb's blood 
Above your door 
Killing of the firstborn son 

Living in black and white again
Lighting all the candles for my friends
Wake up and you take off all your clothes
Look at all the naked people go
Living in black and white again
How much longer Mother 
Til the end 
Can you see the freedom
that heaven sent 
I can see the old guarding station

killing of the firstborn son

'Small Island' is the first single from our new 'Automatic Tendencies' series. We're releasing an album split into three parts over a period of six months - https://firestations.bandcamp.com/album/automatic-tendencies.

Here are the lyrics:

An ideal dream 
A rogue state 
A small island 
And a blank slate 
Show me an infinite dark sea 
Take me out on a limb to an extremity 
And let me be myself 
Just let me be myself 

Letting go 
It’s like we’re floating underwater 
Getting out 
Cos we were promised tomorrow sooner 
But the past is taking over 
The future so familiar 
Is coming round again 

Problems here all left behind 
In grains of sand 
Deep ocean time 
And we can be ourselves

Letting go 
It’s like we’re floating underwater 
Getting out 
Cos we were promised tomorrow sooner 
Letting go 
It’s like we’re floating underwater 
Getting out 
Cos we were promised tomorrow sooner 
But the past is taking over
The future so familiar 
Is coming round again

Automatic Tendencies

Small Island

'Squitter' is out 12th March 2020.

Hideous Sun Demon believe that art can be found in everything. Every sensory impulse, every expression and experience, action, feeling and thought are all intrinsically linked under the common ground of arising from a spark of creation. Indeed, even convoluted systems of the human body can be argued as having a form of artistic merit. Much like the brilliant minds at Cabaret Voltaire reinvented nonsense as a vehicle to create meaning after the First World War, Hideous Sun Demon are reinventing the concept of bodily functions as a means of providing a beautiful and authentic contribution to our broad cultural narrative. ‘Squitter’ shines as a glimmering example of this idea. 

Inspired by a messy ‘incident’ their front-man had one fateful January morning whilst walking by the river, Squitter takes this moment and reimagines it with the vibrancy and immediacy of David Hockey painting. 

What is a squitter? And what gives Hideous Sun Demon the confidence to declare themselves “Lord of the Squits”? Is it a real word or did Vincent just make it up annoy his British friends? All this is explained in this exciting, unrelenting 2 minutes and 30 seconds of tightly wound punk rock. What ever “true art” means to you, Squitter dares to challenge it.

Squitter

creative process as a medicine for everyday life

Cold

Jakub Zytecki