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THE VOIDZ - HUMAN SADNESS REMIX

Cooker Ship

Ever wondered what happens when indie rock panic meets post-punk denial and jangle-pop optimism?

Well… this track answers it:

👉 A person literally baking a cake during a fire alarm.

The whole world outside is going full “Doom & Gloom: Live Edition” —
sirens crying, neighbours screaming, smoke creeping under the door —
and our hero is standing there like:

“Yeah yeah, apocalypse, whatever — the crust needs two more minutes.”

This song is basically the spiritual successor of:

“This is fine.”

“I’ll panic later, I’m busy.”

“If the roof falls, at least the frosting slaps.”

It’s the anthem for anyone who has ever ignored a real problem
because something in the oven was at a critical emotional moment.

Expect:
🥁 jangle guitars that sound like your smoke detector having an existential crisis
🎸 indie-rock riffs that slap harder than the collapsing ceiling
🔥 post-punk energy that whispers: “buddy… you’re not okay, but the cake is”
🍰 and a level of chaotic calmness that should not legally be allowed

If the world ever burns again (give it 48 hours),
blast this track, grab a whisk,
and remember:

WORRY NEVER BAKED A THING.

Lyrics:

While the world was burning,
I was checking the oven light.
Everybody ran outside,
I just wanted the crust right.
Sirens screaming in the streets,
and I'm measuring flour like it’s peace.
Smoke is leaking under every door,
but hey — the batter needs a little more.

Maybe I should worry,
but worry never baked a thing.
Maybe I should hurry,
but hurry never made it sing.

So I’m baking a cake in a fire alarm,
with the kitchen shaking like it means me harm.
All the neighbours shout that I should escape,
but the timer’s ticking — sorry, no break.
If the world goes down, I’ll still stay calm,
mixing sugar in a natural charm.
Yeah, the roof might drop, but the taste’s divine —
let the flames go crazy, the cake’s still mine.

The smoke turned into dancing ghosts,
cheering for the butter I added most.
Someone knocked and yelled: “Get out!”
But the batter rose — so I stayed devout.
There’s chaos on the news tonight,
but I’m beating eggs like I’m ready to fight.
Ash is falling like confetti rain,
and I’m greasing the pan to stay sane.

Maybe it looks foolish,
but foolish keeps me whole.
If life’s a burning building,
I’ll frost it with control.

So I’m baking a cake in a fire alarm,
with the kitchen shaking like it means me harm.
All the neighbours shout that I should escape,
but the timer’s ticking — sorry, no break.
If the world goes down, I’ll still stay calm,
mixing sugar in a natural charm.
Yeah, the roof might fall, but the taste’s divine —
let the flames go crazy, the cake’s still mine.

Let the ashes fall, let the headlines scream —
I’ll stir the chaos into whipped-cream dreams.
If everything crumbles and nothing survives,
I’ll still bake sweetness into bitter lives.

So I’m baking a cake in a fire alarm,
with the world collapsing like it means me harm.
Everyone’s running but I stay in place —
there’s magic rising in this metal case.
If the night goes dark, I’ll still stay warm —
in a kitchen storm, in a sugar-storm.
Yeah, the city can crumble, the sirens can whine —
I’ll be here baking —
the cake is mine.

Baking a Cake in a Fire Alarm

"No One There feat. Julian Casablancas" from the Last Dance EP
Available April 14,  2017 from Cult Records.

Julian Casablancas - vocals
Hammarsing - vocals, guitar
Jordan Brooks - bass, synth
Jeremy Gustin - drums, percussion
Solonje Burnett - backing vocals

Produced by Jeremy Loucas and Hammarsing
Recorded, mixed and mastered by Jeremy Loucas

Design and Art Direction by Piera Wolf

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Last Dance EP 

No One There (feat. Julian Casablancas)

The Symposium on Audiotree Live

Red River (Audiotree Live Version)

Albert Hammond Jr’s fourth solo album Francis Trouble explores a deeply personal topic – the stillborn death of his twin brother, Francis, and the lingering effects that event has had in his life and music.
In November of 1979, Hammond Jr’s mother, Claudia, miscarried. Although they rushed to the hospital, Claudia and Albert Hammond Sr. were told that the baby was far too premature to live. Albert continued to grow inside of his mother undetected until she was nearly six months pregnant.

Stream on Spotify: ffm.to/mutedbeatings/spotify
Stream on Apple Music: ffm.to/mutedbeatings/applemusic
Buy on iTunes: ffm.to/mutedbeatings/itunes
Buy the album: ffm.to/francistrouble/

Lyrics:
I was so quiet 
But you were excited 
Waiting for romance
Someone come talk to me 
Lonely out on this tree
There is a need to feel safe
How do we get to this place
With eyes on my back
I'm set to attack
I've come to take your hand

Hold on (x8)

Don't know what to do
Don't know what to do
Don't know what to do with you

I was so quiet but you were excited
Waiting for the dance
They all just waltzed in a second behind me
I stood there like some dumb kid
The music played and the boys would take you far from where I was
I was still hoping that you were the victory to what felt like love

Hold on (x8)

Don't know what to do
Don't know what to do
Don't know what to do with you

Hold on (x8)

Francis Trouble

Albert Hammond Jr - Set to Attack

Albert Hammond Jr’s fourth solo album Francis Trouble explores a deeply personal topic – the stillborn death of his twin brother, Francis, and the lingering effects that event has had in his life and music.
In November of 1979, Hammond Jr’s mother, Claudia, miscarried. Although they rushed to the hospital, Claudia and Albert Hammond Sr. were told that the baby was far too premature to live. Albert continued to grow inside of his mother undetected until she was nearly six months pregnant.

Stream on Spotify: ffm.to/mutedbeatings/spotify
Stream on Apple Music: ffm.to/mutedbeatings/applemusic
Buy on iTunes: ffm.to/mutedbeatings/itunes
Buy the album: ffm.to/francistrouble/

Lyrics:
Darker side where you no longer have a right
I fear what i'll do tonight

Can't decide does everybody feel alright
I made a mistake to hide 

My left side companion enjoys when we're not polite
But he leaves me stranded when we get confronted by right

I'm not the same as I was before
I'm not the same as I was before

There is an emptiness that I cannot describe
What wasn't mine to take I took in double time
Out of perfection nothing can be made
What must be broken down is left to rearrange

You sit pretty still as they tell you
You're fucked inside
I can't seem to think another round of those drinks
What was your question
I can't seem to fill the blank
Watch as I begin a sentence that I can't win

I'm not the same as I was before
I'm not the same as I was before

There is an emptiness that I cannot describe
What wasn't mine to take I took in double time
Out of perfection nothing can be made
What must be broken down is left to rearrange

Albert Hammond Jr - Rocky's Late Night

Albert Hammond Jr’s fourth solo album Francis Trouble explores a deeply personal topic – the stillborn death of his twin brother, Francis, and the lingering effects that event has had in his life and music.
In November of 1979, Hammond Jr’s mother, Claudia, miscarried. Although they rushed to the hospital, Claudia and Albert Hammond Sr. were told that the baby was far too premature to live. Albert continued to grow inside of his mother undetected until she was nearly six months pregnant.

Stream on Spotify: ffm.to/mutedbeatings/spotify
Stream on Apple Music: ffm.to/mutedbeatings/applemusic
Buy on iTunes: ffm.to/mutedbeatings/itunes
Buy the album: ffm.to/francistrouble/

Lyrics:
Say no more I was yours 
When your silence came over me

Head to toe dangers own
You're afraid to throw away the key

Tell all your friends cover your losses on my expense 
Tell all your friends while we burn at both ends

Brief collisions in the passing lane
Your turning signals light me up but nothing's changed
Red tap, silver lines, tuff breaks, working overtime
Is there something that you're looking for
It's hard to tell when your ear's against the door
Nice shot, old flame can't stop but nothing lasts forever

Say it matters if it ain't from the heart then it ain't for me
Say it matters your secret is safe when you're close to me
Say it matters I know that I'm touched but you're out of reach
Tell all your friends while we burn at both ends

Brief collisions in the passing lane
Your turning signals light me up but nothing's changed
Red tap, silver line, stuff breaks, working overtime
Is there something that you're looking for
It's hard to tell when your ear's against the door
Red dots, white wine, safe sex, fighting all the time

Brief collisions in the passing lane
Your turning signals light me up but nothing's changed
Red tap, silver line, stuff breaks, working overtime
Is there something that you're looking for
It's hard to tell when your ears against the door
Nice shot, old flame, can't stop but nothing lasts forever

The Voidz - Did My Best

Terrible Records