Coming of Age

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The Memories - Go Down On You

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Me and My Traps

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These are five tracks we’ve poured ourselves into - emotionally, creatively, and technically. The lyrics are incredibly personal, and we spent a lot of time building up layers with guitars, percussion, and backing vocals. It’s taken real dedication to reach the sound we had in our heads. It’s been a challenge, but the end result feels honest and powerful.
We feel it represents a good cross section of our various sounds and styles and we hope you enjoy!

Over & Out

Underneath St. Martin’s tower, 
where the smoke and sermons twist
There’s a cult that writes in silence, 
scratching symbols in the mist
I found a gramophone recording — 
played it backwards, heard the chant:

“We are time’s discarded children… marching forward, never slant.”


Their robes are made of theatre dust, 
stitched with harp string and regret
Their eyes reflect the gas lamp glow — 
haven’t blinked a second yet
They gather where the B-sides burn, 
forbidden tracks and failing light
And summon up their canon — 
from the static and the night

They never speak in daylight
Their voices come on wax
No liner notes, no credits —
Just spells on phonograph tracks

No time to play B-sides,
They said as they unspooled the night
Just lead the blind with A-sides,
And leave the truth in mono white
But I heard it in reverse —
The hidden verse, the cursed delight…
The Gaslamp Cult still plays
By firelight

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They rewired church bell chambers to broadcast sacred noise
Hid ciphers in the catalogues and spells in orphaned toys
I saw a boy with devil’s eyes hum riffs no one had taught —
Said he dreamed them in the catacombs, where wax and wires rot

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They never speak in daylight
Their voices come on wax
No liner notes, no credits —
Just spells on phonograph tracks


No time to play B-sides,
They said as they unspooled the night
Just lead the blind with A-sides,
And leave the truth in mono white

But I heard it in reverse —
The hidden verse, the cursed delight…
The Gaslamp Cult still plays
The hidden verse the curse

But they do, when no one’s near
Where reverb haunts the silence…
And feedback calls the seer
The Gaslamp Cult still plays…

In time you’ll learn to hear.


“A drop of blood on shellac wax
Will tell you where the truth still cracks.”

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"The Gaslamp Cult” was developed as part of the Blind Mullet Chitlin project, combining Wayne Halfpenny’s songwriting with lyrical and conceptual contributions from ChatGPT (OpenAI), and music arrangement via Suno AI.

The Gaslamp Cult

its a cold feeling
man I'm feeling cold
its that old familiar feeling 
the feeling of getting old

its that train rollin 
coming down the line
if that train keeps to rollin 
ill be gone by the morning time

its a strange feeling
man I'm feeling strange
its them drugs that your dealing 
making me want to stay

its that train rollin 
coming down the line
if that train keeps to rollin 
ill be gone by the morning time

its gettin old (x4)

sixteen

Its gettin' old.

This is our record. It was recorded at Pale Horse Sound and it was produced by The Backseat Lovers. Thanks for listening.

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Me and My Traps

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