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Beige Banquet - Animals
Out 27/10/2023

Produced by Beige Banquet
Tracked by Matt Green at Head Cold Studios in Summer 2023
Mixed by David Forcier
Mastered by David Forcier
Artwork by Joe Munsey 

Press requests, interviews, video collaborations etc all welcome.
Contact: beigebanquetband@gmail.com

Beige Banquet are a London-based five-piece playing a bleak yet high-powered style of dark punk. Underpinned by a propulsive and motorik rhythm section, they combine robotic and percussive vocal deliveries with industrial textures and abrasive guitars to create frantic and driving sound. The band are set to release their sophomore album 'Ornamental Hermit', and first as a full band, on the 13th March 2024.

Produced by Beige Banquet with the help of engineer Matt Green (Sniffany & The Nits, Artefact, Joanna Gruesome) at Head Cold Studios and mixed and mastered by David Forcier (Civic) ‘Animals’ captures the band in a professional studio environment, moving away from the lofi bedroom recordings of previous releases, the studio provided a perfect environment for the band to develop compositionally and explore a more textural approach.

Combining layers of noise and bursts of saturated percussion, with a driving rhythm section, ‘Animals’ is a taste of the richer and more dynamic sound of their future releases, and captures the raw power of the Beige Banquet live show for the first time.

Beige Banquet - Animals

Feel Worse

TANGK

Hall & Oates

Battle

The rain came down the spine
Clad in garter belts
It beaded up,
Wore my varnish down,
And showed me frugal Love
This house – a ribcage 
sealed by polyurethane
Rain’s beating on my chimney
My Love trickled down the drain

And every drop I’d feel
Warmth crept across the couch
The fireplace spat up its guts
So I ran out the house

I suppose I got used to hollow bones
Sometimes I miss those marrow tones
Them rafter beams been rotting away

“Dear My Love,” – 
Semicolon
(That which I cannot retrace)

– “I’m so sorry for cheapening you.

Just contacting to see where you are and how you’ve been doin’. I know it’s been a while. 
I’m takin’ a break from the ol’ nommins on my non-monogy and thought you might be interested in grabbing some liquorice root tea and soy bevy with me some time. 

Something bad happened to the place I’ve been stayin’ at, she all burnt down to the ground! How’s that for luck?! Anyway, I’m mindin’ my own business and rut-dut-dut-do-do… 
my ribcage house of loveless, vapid affection
all falls down!

Sincerely,” –
Semicolon
– “Brent”
Semicolon

For merely just a season
Poplar bends against the winds
When they try to burn me it only works
When the sun’s done dried me in

But that ain’t gonna happen
For when it rains it pours
I’m bringing My Love right back in 
To dry out on the porch

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