Diners "Out Of The Blue"

Hitting the bricks and taking command of another outpost with this smash hit!

Walter tv-one sweet Neo

Taken from Family Portrait pt. II due for release 11th May 2015 on marbled 12" and digital download.

Pre order here: http://artishardrecords.limitedrun.com/products/544699-family-portrait-pt-ii-12

Bruising formed late last year after singer and guitarist Naomi Baguley spotted Ben Lewis wearing a Perfect Pussy t-shirt in a Leeds nightclub. Bonding over a mutual love of all things fuzzy, they began messaging voice memos from their phones back and forth until, finally, they got together in the same room and started writing some songs. Since then their infectious, ear worm, fuzz pop has gained them acclaim from the NME, DIY and even Radio 1's Huw Stephens, as well as being described by GoldFlakePaint as 'The best new guitar band in the country'.

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Bruising - Think About Death

This path sometimes goes to the pine
I lie down there, being aware
The sea below roars suddenly
A goeland flies over me

Am I dreaming
It's so pristine
Yes, certainly
This couldn't be

All around me
It's so pretty
And, certainly
This couldn't be

The path goes down along the cliff
The grey pebbles hurt my naked feet
A rock down there, lies on the shore
The sea slowly wins evermore

Am I dreaming
It's so pristine
Yes, certainly
This couldn't be

All around me
It's so pretty
And, certainly
This couldn't be

Am I dreaming?

Location

Lattice Moore - "Superused"
The First Single Off 'Spilt', The Debut Album From Lattice Moore
Out 4/29/2016 On Forged Artifacts [FA032]

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Lattice Moore - Superused

So You Think You're Getting Old

sonny pagano (4 track demo)

Second single from Fame Money Death by Drive By EP
https://athrecords.bandcamp.com/album/fame-money-death-by-drive-by-ep

Being Dead - Hot Car

recopilacion
foto por carcerios
tape demos por ensenada lab

beach babe (home demo)

timely shadow is cast
through stained glass windows
on saint george’s sword
it reminds me of your fingertips
on my palms on a verdant winter evening.  

days i find, time and time again,
fly on by, with no clear end. 
go on by, could really be the end. 
if i try, could really be the end.

caught in endless snowstorms barricaded in your tomb. 
walls with no direction rivers sigh with no affection. 
counting hours passed i could never let it last. 
whispers from the past timely sonic tragedies,
rotting by the mass.

Location

Suburban Campers

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