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Rob Maguire - lead vocals, guitar
Fionn Murray - lead guitar, backing vocals, electronics
Michael Spence - bass
Jordan Swanson - drums

Produced and engineered by Aidan Cunningham at Bluebell Studios.
Mixed and mastered by Aidan Cunningham at Empire Underground Studios.
Sample taken from Metal Gear Solid 2: Sons of Liberty.

The recording of this single was made possible via the generous financial support of the Department of Culture and First Music Contact. www.firstmusiccontact.com/misphomepage

Cover art by Mykul Brain (www.instagram.com/mykulbrain/).
Copyright Late Night Pharmacy 2021. All rights reserved.
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I hope she sees this bro
It's almost as if my
Faith in humanity has been restored
By the fake news in this clown world

It's a weird flex but okay
And that's a yikes from me
These facts don't care about your feelings
And you don't know your worth king
Imagine my shock then
When the mic dropped and everyone clapped
It's as simple as, we need to unpack
So say it again for the people in the back

Play stupid games, win stupid prizes
Let that sink in, normalize this

Oh my sweet summer child
Don't tread on, tread on me
Oh my sweet summer child
This ain't it, ain't it chief

Play stupid games, win stupid prizes
Let that sink in, normalize this

Oh my sweet summer child
Don't tread on, tread on me
Oh my sweet summer child
This ain't it, ain't it chief
Oh my sweet summer child

Stupid games, stupid prizes
Let that sink in, normalize this

Slacktivist (Normalise This)

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Rob Maguire - lead vocals, guitar
Fionn Murray - lead guitar, backing vocals, electronics
Michael Spence - bass
Jordan Swanson - drums

Produced and engineered by Aidan Cunningham at Bluebell Studios.
Mixed and mastered by Aidan Cunningham at Empire Underground Studios.

This track was mixed to be played loud so turn it up.

No pitch correction, quantisation, amp simulators or drum samples were used on this recording.

The recording of this single was made possible via the generous financial support of the Department of Culture and First Music Contact. www.firstmusiccontact.com/misphomepage

Cover photo by Jordan Swanson.
Copyright Late Night Pharmacy 2021. All rights reserved.
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Now comrade don't tell you believe that bourgeois notion of natural selection
Genetics is no way to inspire the proletariat before the next election
Holodomor? I hardly knew her
The man of steel decides what's real
The men of flesh will fail the test
The grain shall wilt, the blight infest

What are the stars?
Bits of fire a few miles away
What are the stars?
We could blot them out if we wanted to
We're all apes from the neck downward
Reality is problematic

Promiscuity is socially constructed right down to the humble fruit fly
Children calling me names is the reason why my blood pressure is so damn high
Biology is patriarchy
Physics invented by white men
Evolution's not progressive
Science is nothing but oppressive

What are the stars?
Bits of fire a few miles away
What are the stars?
We could blot them out if we wanted to
We're all apes from the neck downward
Reality is problematic

We report 
We decide
We can adjust the truth
What are the stars?
Bits of fire a few miles away
What are the stars?
We could blot them out if we wanted to

Lysenko

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No pitch correction, quantisation or amp simulators were used on this recording.

Rob Maguire - lead vocals, guitar
Fionn Murray - lead guitar, backing vocals
Michael Spence - bass
Jordan Swanson - drums

Recorded as part of the TiLT Development Deal. Special thanks to Totally Irish 98 FM and the Sound Training College.
Produced and engineered by Orin Brannigan, Walter Clutterbuck, Seán McNamara and Seán Sweeney at Sun Studios.
Mixed by Daithí Pinky Farah.
Mastered by Richard Dowling.

Oh my old friend, you were the scars on my skin
My veins have blown since we packed it in
And now I've got the shakes, I'm craving my fix
And we're too old to pretend that it's just teenage kicks

Oh I need another fix

So I kick, then relapse, let's forget about the facts
I can resist everything except temptation
Kick, then relapse, even if we both collapse
I keep falling back into the same bad habits

I'm getting used to being without you alone
Those other girls just a methadone
And now I'm back, like a moth to a flame
My mind takes me to older days

Oh I need another fix

So I kick, then relapse, let's forget about the facts
I can resist everything except temptation
Kick, then relapse, even if we both collapse
I keep falling back into the same bad habits

Oh I need another fix

So I kick, then relapse, let's forget about the facts
I can resist everything except temptation
Kick, then relapse, even if we both collapse
I keep falling back into the same bad habits

I keep falling back into the same bad habits

Relapse

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No pitch correction, quantisation or amp simulators were used on this recording.

Rob Maguire - lead vocals
Fionn Murray - guitars, backing vocals, electronics
Michael Spence - bass
Jordan Swanson - drums

Guest backing vocals from Aoi and Seiko.

Recorded as part of the TiLT Development Deal. Special thanks to Totally Irish 98 FM and the Sound Training College.
Produced and engineered by Orin Brannigan, Walter Clutterbuck, Seán McNamara and Seán Sweeney at Sun Studios.
Mixed by Daithí Pinky Farah.
Mastered by Richard Dowling.
Cover photography and design by Fionn Murray.

Oh look it's starting again 
So let's take it from the top
Take it right round the bend
Please don't pause the clocks
I want this new normal to end
I'm glad you haven't left
I really needed a friend to help me comprehend
All the lights in the sky
How we're all made from them
How we're going to die
And if you cross that finish line
Will your eyes be black or blue?
And like those fires in the night
I think we'll all wink out too

Tune in, turn on, drop out
Embrace every cop-out

I'm sorry but I've got to go
I shouldn't be here
That much I know
I'm sorry but I've got to leave
This routine's killing me
Don't stop to grieve

Oh you pretty things
I can't believe you're going to
Rinse it and repeat once again
Oh I'm gobsmacked and wide-eyed
But it's time to fall in line
Falling hand over fist from 
The top of the high rise
A broken spoke upon a wheel 
Struggling to unwind
A hopeless rope that cuts a deal
Pays in cash never in kind
I think it's time that I come down
From this fever dream now
I think it's time that I come down
From this fever dream now

Tune in, turn on, drop out
Embrace every cop-out

I'm sorry but I've got to go
I shouldn't be here
That much I know
I'm sorry but I've got to leave
This routine's killing me
Don't stop to grieve

So let's drop all the noise
Become grass-eating boys
The view from nowhere is such a marvellous view
We've got grace and we've got poise
We've got Lego blocks and toys
Hand in hand we're only passing through
Sometimes it's better 
To be left out on your own
Sometimes the weather 
Is better left unknown

I've got to go
I shouldn't be here
That much I know
I'm sorry but I've got to leave
This routine's killing me
Don't stop to grieve

I'm sorry but I've got to go
I shouldn't be here
That much I know
I'm sorry but I've got to leave
This routine's killing me
Don't stop to grieve

Grass-Eating Boys

This track was mixed to be played loud so turn it up.

No pitch correction, quantisation, amp simulators or drum samples were used on this recording.

It was a day in November
I couldn't help wondering "what's the catch?"
Clever girls like you don't just fall from the sky and land on your lap
"'Wild Mountain Thyme' is 'Borat' for me"
You chuckled and said that you had to agree
Stuck my head over the parapet
A flurry of arrows straight into my neck
We thought we were out of each other's respective leagues
At least that's until you saw me: shirtless and flabby and eager to please
I wanted more, you wanted less
We met in the middle and now I've regressed
Into a haze of ethanol and disgust and the shame and the et cetera

Is it because my house was shabby?
Is it because I write songs like this?
Is it because I burnt the plov the night you came for dinner?
Is it because I am so cold?

I'm not usually like this: monomaniacal, head in the clouds
Normally I'm the one who pulls the whole "we had no chemistry" thing
The high heel is on the other foot now
It's been six days since I saw you by the canal with your new man
I'm writing a laundry list of things that he has that I'll never have
I guess that's just all you'll ever be: the prettiest notch on my bedpost to date
A consolation prize
A thirst that I don't think I can sate

Is it because you couldn't finish?
Is it because I bore you senseless?
Is it because I ask myself these questions just like this one?
Is it because I kind of think you made the right decision?
Is it because

Rob Maguire - lead vocals
Fionn Murray - guitars, backing vocals, electronics
Michael Spence - bass
Jordan Swanson - drums

Produced and engineered by Aidan Cunningham at Bluebell Studios.
Mixed and mastered by Aidan Cunningham at Empire Underground Studios.

Cover art by Maria Zinca (www.instagram.com/maria.zinca/).

Is It Because

Can't Sleep without Paracetamol

Emma Lohan - lead vocals
Fionn Murray - guitar, backing vocals, electronics
Oisín Murray - bass, backing vocals
Bastiaan van Nijlen - drums

Saxophone on track 2 by Sultan Hernandez.
Instruments recorded by Shaun Cadogan at Last Light Recordings.
Vocals recorded by Terry Doyle at Soundcaster Studios.
Mixed and mastered by Shaun Cadogan at Last Light Recordings.
Cover photography by Robert Stubbings.

Shayatin