Any artist is welcome to send us ONE track via freshonthenet.co.uk anytime between Monday lunchtime and Thursday morning - and all our moderators, including Tom Robinson, will listen to every track. This is our full inbox from the week beginning Mon 29 Jan: from midday on Friday you'll be able to hear our shortlist and pick your favourites on this week's Listening Post which will appear at freshonthenet.co.uk/batch270

ENTIRE INBOX: Batch 270

Thanks to everyone who came by Fresh On The Net at the weekend to check out  Listening Post 270 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 Steve Harris - and you can read them at http://freshonthenet.co.uk/faves270

Fresh Faves: Batch 270

Shoreline

You’re just the rebel that they tolerate
Another useful idiot
You wouldn’t know tyranny, if a jackboot stood on your
Throat

You’re just trippin’ over the invisible
In a race to the bottom
You wouldn’t know tyranny, if a jackboot stood on your
Throat

The spectacle of inclusion!
Seduced by slogans n’ drunk on certainty
Privileged cowards and moral oligarchs
A zealotry of sterility
The triumph of hysteria!

Jackboot

From the EP 'The London to Brighton Ghostride' released February 2018

All Day Dog's Breakfast - Life Will Kill You (acoustic version)

This song is a response to the Orlando shooting...

I was really touched by what I saw on the train that same day. I was on my way to work, and I saw two men sitting opposite me, crying, holding hands. I must have internalised that, and the next day the song just flew out of my mouth, word for word. I used the name Maribel as a way of putting myself into the shoes of one of the Latin mothers who lost their child.

That song is basically a letter to her. The sad lyrics provide some sort of depth, and the happy music gives reassurance.

Losing You

Club / Serenity Riddim Dance Track

Down Low (What You Sippin ? )

Produced by (@itsjustepicb)
https://twitter.com/itsjustepicb?s=09

🔥🔥Down Low 🔥🔥
    (What You Sippin ?)

Available for Download

February 2, 2018

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Groove ,iHeartRadio, Napster ,Tidal, and Shazam

Can't Wait......Click Buy !!!

Femcee Chronicles

Get Low. Feat Brima

Buy Now

Down Low(What You Sippin ?)

Brand New 
Subscribe GenistaVEVO
https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCum_4Ap4eqaTSo1qySCnGfQ

Action

Genista - Action (Official Audio) Tropical Storm Riddim

www.fennelily.com

ON HOLD

i was on hold 
tired and getting cold
so i put my love to bed
everything told
scared to be alone
so you took my hand and said

come inside i’ll make your mind up 
all this pain is gold
come inside you’ll be surprised at all there’s yet to know

i was on hold
high becoming low
but it helps to kill my time
out of control
tied to what i’m told
so you match your step with mine 

come inside i’ll make your mind up 
all this pain is gold
come inside you’ll be surprised at all you have to hold

come inside i’ll make your mind up
all this pain is gold
come inside you’ll be surprised at all you have to hold.

On Hold

No pain, no gain
Plain white protein
Supplement your diet with a daily regime
Bulk shake
Heart break
A million pills
Healthy living made me ill
I can’t catch my breath
I exercised myself to death

Too much, too young
No moderation
Never read the labels, never take caution
Take the pharmaceuticals, build the body beautiful
Dumbbell
Drug hell
Dying in a stairwell
Tight chest 
Bed rest
Six months left
I exercised myself to death

And I ain’t workin’ out on muscle farm no more
I ain’t workin’ out on muscle farm no more
I ain’t gonna train
I was forced to refrain by the physical pain
The mass that I gained
Laid down, bed bound, fused to the sheets
It’s a sticky end for the fitness freak
Laid down, bed bound, fused to the sheets
It’s a sticky end

No pain, no gain
Slipped disk
Back strain
Pink thighs rubbing on the red raw raised veins
Pump iron
Kink spine
Suffer on your own time
Leakage
Seepage
Genital shrinkage
I can’t catch my breath 
I exercised myself to death
I can’t catch my breath
I exercised myself to death

And I ain’t workin’ out on muscle farm no more
I ain’t gonna work on muscle farm no more
I ain’t gonna train
I was forced to refrain by the physical pain wracking my frame
Laid down, bed bound, fused to the sheets
It’s a sticky end for the fitness freak
Laid down, bed bound, fused to the sheets
It’s a sticky end.

I Exercised Myself To Death!

MATT STOCKL - I Exercised Myself to Death!

Can you see us
Can you see us
Can you see beyond your own lie
See us whole and not a fraction
Your policy is take a hard line
You talk in numbers
Numbers only
For confirmation that you're right every time
You can be blamed for 
Your isolation
Or the feeling that you're dead inside

Lucky You
Lucky You

The higher fences
The hilltop houses
I read about it in a magazine
You hold the cards and
You've got the money
Subjugation is just part of the deal
You can't be blamed for 
Your isolation
The world keeps turning but it's no longer real
Complicit network 
Of secrets kept and
I'm not gonna be a part of your dream

Lucky You
Lucky You

Lucky You

Contact mattstockl@hotmail.co.uk

Daft songs. Grubby recordings.
 
“Incredibly elegant and creatively insightful lyrics…delivers something standout amongst the thousands of other acoustic guitar singer songwriters.” Linda Serck, BBC Introducing
 
“Smart, engaging songwriting.”  - Lach's Songwriter's Cellar
 
“Matt Stockl's Charm is his delectable way with words, demonstrating on first encounter his musical out-pouring. It was clear to me that his creativity towards writing flowed naturally, giving us an array of poetical, hypnotising, witty and thought provoking lyrics. His words sustained a lingering resonance through his projection of song...from the word go I was pulled into the sea of words Matt provided...”   - Miff Morris, New Hellfire Club Glasgow
 
“Matt Stockl continues to charm his audiences with soulful and somewhat strange musical outpourings”  - thisisfeast.co.uk
 
“Poetic, throwaway vocals.”  Jack Hepplewhite, Mr. Blind Pig Promotions
 
“I have been told that it is quite rude to compare singers to other singers.  And to be honest, if it wasn't rude to do so, I'm not sure I would anyway.  Because I couldn't.  His dulcet tones, off-beat tunes and poetic lyrics have intoxicated me.” Music blog, ‘Life of Lu’

MATT STOCKL - I Exercised Myself to Death!

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