A single I wrote with a previous band I worked with called RainMen, taken from our album Original Sin. The lyrics are based on feelings I had about the 2016 US Presidential elections, and the instrumentals inspired by Mathcore acts.

Vox/Guitar 1 - J Downey
Guitar 2 - Reuben Harman-Mitchell
Bass - Dan Pearse
Drums - Alex Tana

Mixed and Mastered by Andrew Cheeseman.

Cover art by Alex Tana.

Lyrics:

Let's make a banquet of our blood
Let's feast on ourselves and see the foul taste that we can leave

We stand by the curled
We stand by the fallen
We act like the Glorious
With our backs against the wall

Hold me down
Pull my chains
Watch me flourish
From the flames

Hold me down
Watch me flourish
From the Flames
And see what the Crows will gain

Let's make the enemies of ourselves
Let's be the first to stand on the nails on the f*cking carpet

We stand by the curled
We stand by the fallen
We act like the Glorious
With our backs against the wall

No one is safe, no one is hurt
The only punch made has been one that's deserved
Love's not the answer, it was never a threat
Hate is too natural it can't be unlearned
Taught to us by the Crows

Crows(Single Version) - RainMen

One of four tracks recorded for an upcoming EP with my new project, Plain Microwave. The lyrics are about UK binge drinking culture, and the instrumentals inspired by northern soul acts.

Vox - J Downey
Guitars - J Downey
Bass - J Downey
Synth Arrangements - J Downey
Kazoo - J Downey
Drums - Evie Schofield


Mixed and Mastered by Andrew Cheeseman.

Cover art by Phoebe Downey.

Lyrics:

Lonely nightmares with people just like you
Cracking icebergs like it's a thing to do
Losing more than you could ever treasure

Keeping glue in your ear hoping something sticks
Unable to hear but talking without lips
Moving to places we can never remember

And the lied to becomes the liar
Hot from the organ's fire
Burning like the sun
Screaming at the choir of man

And nobody gives a damn what they're doing
These things add up in the pot and it's brewing
But we'll stick it and maybe we'll be dancing soon

Tall buildings and the death of salesmen
Places to leap but no faith in landing
Concrete symmetry becomes a tiring sight

Romantic endeavours and nihilistic dares
Lock up the self that loves, shares and cares
Become a sociopath by your own design

Sitting on the tip of taboo
It's what our parents did and we still do

As the lied to becomes the liar
Hot from the organ's fire
Burning like the sun
Screaming at the choir of man

Cos when nobody gives a damn what they're doing
These things add up in the pot and it's brewing
But we'll stick it and maybe we'll be dancing soon

But you know you gotta stick with it
Maybe it gets better than this
Cos you know it's kind of hard
Trying to live our lives apart

When nobody gives a damn what their doing
These things add up in the pot and it's brewing
But we'll stick with it and maybe we'll be dancing soon
  
Keep the desire to function locked away in a splintered draw

Function - Plain Microwave

One of four tracks recorded for an upcoming EP with my new project, Plain Microwave. The lyrics are about a potential climate apocalypse, with instrumentals inspired by Shoegaze and 80s/90s alternative rock.

Vox - J Downey
Guitars - J Downey
Bass - J Downey
Synth Arrangements - J Downey
Kazoo - J Downey
Drums - Evie Schofield

Mixed and Mastered by Andrew Cheeseman.

Cover art by Phoebe Downey.

Lyrics:

I fear the facts that aren’t just feeling
And feeling is wrong in the face of the numbers
Stoic as ever in the face of the maker

Being hysterical is just giving in to chemicals
When we hear the rock screaming we must be rational
When we stop daydreaming we realise it’s fatal

Today we sweat inside out
Billions of people burning on the other side
don'tThe fake science comes to life
And closes in on our brains
All our worries will be swept away
In the rivers of the absent rain

Life’s in tears after screaming for a century
Take a piece of the tree and then give them a tissue
Shave their naked face and then claim there’s no issue

Getting distressed and obsessed
Is a vein adventure into the earth’s dementia
To the stand of the many for the few’s defense
But when the end comes you’ll hear in their silence

Today we regret feeling miserable
Billionaires in rockets flying ‘cross the sky
The earth opens up
Like a dusty faberge egg
Now hell will stand before us
As man-made as the weight of the world

Today we sweat inside out
Billions of people burning on the other side
The fake science comes to life
And closes in on our brains
We’ll pretend to care for the last time
With lives that should have just begun