After years spent mining an aquatic trench, Kriller finds the Nottingham nine-piece shaking off their former love of folklore in a craggy nightclub corner: swapping yarns of cephalopod gods for the movements of night owls and super creeps roaming the underworld of a never-ending party. The result: glorious, oddball disco pop.

Kriller

The Night Goes On (And On (And On (And On)))

Neon Paradise

Bobbit

Li'l Underworld

Amphibious Remedy

Strange Place Of Hiding

Tiki Tak

When The Night Knight Comes

Fangtooth

Dig Out The Moves

The 'Mirth at full pelt early 2010, line up as follows!

Fruit Shoot Pete - percussion, bellows
Cannonball Paul - guitar, bellows
Zorba the Blowfish Absorber - harmonium, bellows
The Son o' Smee Mr Mantits McGee - mandolin, bass, bellows
Lady Toe Nail Fredd - violin
Mitzi - accordion

Seas Of Mirth

Monsters Island

Ivor The Keelhaul Survivor

The second album by nautical naughties Seas Of Mirth....

From the opening brace of Hark! The Headland Approacheth' we wanted to set you a scene. You're hearing the waves crashing  upon the rocks as you strive to sail around the dark headland in desperate search for a bay to moor up in. While our first album aimed to be a folk stomper our sophomore effort wears its prog roots unashamedly proud - not only in musical terms, or in its pseudo historical leanings - but in its healthy dose of absurdity. You will hear a fair few fingers of Jethro Tull, Yes, maybe a bit of Steelye Span here and there. But there is a good measure of world music in there too. I guess any travelled crew at sea is a cultural melting pot, so Celtic, Greek, African stylings were all welcome to the suggestions table. I heard someone call it an "afro-prog" record once, which, I liked, though grog rock probably has more marketing potential. Okay so there are no 25 minute sections here - no "movements," or self indulgent drum solos (okay maybe one) so it's not progressive in the Rick Wakeman, Journey to the Centre of the Earth sense. It's not full of existential pondering in the Floyd sense either. 
 
"The Curse Of The Conniving Lighthouse Sniper," Brandywine, 'Salt Man'  can all attest to being titillating titles expanded out into song-length themes, so maybe best not to go searching for any hidden messages. We still wanted to take you on a bit of a journey though.  'It's Raining, Men', complete with a fully fledged shipping forecast and a horror-surf sounding kind of arrangement, was our aim at conjuring a sonic storm of sorts. The songs are longer than our first album, there are more riffs, more otherworldly sounds, there's even an analog drum machine in 'Plankton Song' - a lament from a blue whale feeling sympathetic towards its staple food.
Sounds like heavy stuff, but hopefully it isn't...  let's say there is still a jig or two to be had. Much credit is due to (producer) Phil Booth, for helping us make everything sound wonderfully sea-sick and wobbly. The 150-year-old pump organ, Pearl, makes must also receive credit for her discordant drones. We like to think of the record as a brash, melodic, whimiscal adventure story; a sort of truncated nautical B-movie featuring a cast of characters raided from Hollywood's worst costume department. Like my mother said to me when she heard the demos: "It's fun. Don't think about it too much."

Apocacalypso

The Curse Of The Dreaded Devil's Triangle

Brandywine

Salt Man

Bamboozled By Booze

Mutiny

The Curse Of The Conniving Lighthouse Sniper

Phantom Vessel

The clincher of the beast we hath summoned... be sure to watch the video for this, on youtube now!

Phantom Vessel (album version)

One of many excerpts from the Son o' Smee's sexual memoirs...

The Sinister Sisters Of Sicily

Dare you take a tiny sip.. afrom the flask upon my hip, I assure you it is quite the trip... quite the trip indeed, mwhuhahahahahahaa!!!

1000% Overproof Rum

The story of an ex-killsman aboard, fuelled by alcohol, though gone teetotal to redeem himself... until one day....

Daniel, Put Down That Musket!

Watch out for this crustaceous beast. It'll pinch yer crew and molest your wench/es.

The Crab Devastation of 1754

The Fog ne'er takes nay prisoners... So er, navigate with care sea-dogs!

A shanty about a trans-atlantic booze addict, pillager, and twat.

Is Your Betrothed The Drunkard?

Swab the decks, Septopus be in full swing!!

A Moonlight Requisition

The prologue to our collection of tales and shanties riddles with nautical misfortune - behold... the White Whale!!!

White Whale

I Need To Have Your Babies

genre bending band with a thirst for groove and a cheeky aquatic twist seasofmirthofficial@gmail.com for anything

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