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lyrics

I might get money
Yeah I might get money
Yeah I might get money
Yeah I might get money man
X2

Leave me alone
I’ve had enough of everything today
They think that money will be my way
Who cares about the time on your watch
I know your life’s thrown away
Thats what I’ll say

They need you to think straight
While they pretend that we’re teammates
They like it when I’m sad
Lose all the dreams that I had
When you try to
Make me like them 
I never wanna be like you

I might get money
Yeah I might get money
Yeah I might get money
Yeah I might get money man
X2

I never wanna be like you
I know I’ll never be like you
I can just keep the blues that you put me through
With your roaring lies and your moody eyes
Just downsize
What I know now
You’re far too big for your own house
Why?

They need you to think straight
While they pretend that we’re teammates
They like it when I’m sad
Lose all the dreams that I had
When you try to
Make me like them 
I never wanna be like you

I might get money
Yeah I might get money
Yeah I might get money
Yeah I might get money man
X4

I cannot change
You don’t listen anyway
You’re not to blame
They have brought you up this way
It’s in your eyes
They’re living in your mind
Why?

They need you to think straight
While they pretend that we’re teammates
They like it when I’m sad
Lose all the dreams that I had
When you try to
Make me like them 
I never wanna be like you

I might get money
Yeah I might get money
Yeah I might get money
Yeah I might get money man
X4
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The Dryas EP

Teammates

Releases on limited 7" vinyl 25 Feb 2022 via First Taste Records.

“Heaven is about the cult-like mania of capitalism. I grew up listening to Dead Kennedys and always liked how they would write songs from the perspective of a character they didn’t necessarily agree with. There’s something fascinating about the stories that emerge and I wanted to get inside that extremely chaotic and self absorbed headspace. I loved the idea of singing as someone so narcissistic they find their newborn child beautiful just because they look alike.”

Robocobra Quartet has a rule: “No Guitars Allowed”. Their unique sound, concocted and self-produced in Belfast, Northern Ireland sees that ‘middle’ space filled by other instruments such as saxophones, samplers, keyboards and sound effects swirling around the melodic basslines and powerful drum rhythms which prop up the core of each of their songs. On top of this music sits a single vocal from behind the drum kit amid a fury of rhythm, sometimes marrying perfectly with the pulse of the drums and occasionally at complete odds with it.

For those who have yet to hear them, these new singles are just the beginning of the complex world of Robocobra Quartet - a band serious about their music but humorous in their approach, including members with no musical training alongside members with music conservatoire pedigree. The result is a collective of musicians inspired by Stravinsky and  Black Flag in equal measures. On stage, the band are protons and electrons circling Ryan; meticulous arrangements and on-the-spot improvisations hang on every word. These words and rhythms are what propel the music of Robocobra Quartet forward and concoct a sound that is groove-driven but cerebral too.

Heaven

Recorded at Cube Studios Perranporth Cornwall.
Mixed at The Cave Par Cornwall
Mastered by John Cornfield in Tywardreath Cornwall

Taken from The Velvet Hands forthcoming 2nd album, scheduled for release in Feb 2023.

4 boys from Cornwall making waves

Press:
“Full of Bolshy Spirit” – NME.   “bolshy, brash garage punk rabble-rousers somewhere between the attitude of early Cribs or Libertines colliding with the death or glory of the Clash” – GodsintheTVZine.   “A satisfying mix of classic punk, rock’n’roll and modern indie magic” – Dork    “we could be witnessing the emergence of another great British band. Jaw droppingly good” – Gigslutz  Plenty more where that comes from!

Radio
Debut album release “Party’s Over” Radio 1 Album of The Week for Huw Stephens. BBC Introducing – massive support, the band have performed a 30 minute live set on BBC Intro South West and have been a BBC Intro Record of the Week nationally. Huge support from Steve Lamacq at 6 Music, band have been interviewed live on the show.
Radio X playlisted. John Kennedy has played every release. The band have performed 2 live sessions on his show. “Every track they've released has been a hit as far as i'm concerned” - John Kennedy.

Live
The band sold out Old Blue Last, The Social and Paper Dress Vintage in London. Old Bakery Studios and Underland in Truro and Falmouth and near sell outs in Manchester, Liverpool, Glasgow and Cardiff. They have supported Liam Gallagher at The Eden Project, Frank Turner, Paul Weller, Yak, Wallows and more. They have toured nationally and have played Boardmasters, Y Not, Truck, Isle of Wight, Leopalooza Festivals. In Sept 2022 they were chosen by Michael Eavis to support Elbow at The Pilton Party.

Social Media
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Telephone Love

The Artist

Lyrics by Andy Power & Ben Deegan
Music by Avalyn

Produced by Robert Whiteley
Mastered by Mark Gardener

Distant Days

☄️SURFACE OF THE SUN☄️ IS OUT NOW!!!

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🖤

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Surface of the Sun

Adding subtle but relentless synths and ever more woozy guitars to their anxiously energetic punk sound, the new single is a danceable, nostalgia-tinged three and half minute banger about the joys of getting sweaty in a club.

Lyrics:

Fire escape vapour
Tommy Girl and sweat and hairspray
Stomach is pulsing
It’s a disco convulsion

And we’re moving down
The crush of the warm crowd
Twitch in the strobe light
Spin in the dry ice

Pull on your good jeans
You are the queen of the freak scene
Chips on the night bus
Sick on your new shoes but what a buzz

And we’re moving down
The crush of the warm crowd
Twitch in the strobe light
Spin in the dry ice

disco convulsion
disco convulsion
disco convulsion
disco convulsion

And we’re moving down
The crush of the warm crowd
Twitch in the strobe light
Spinning spinning spinning in the dry ice

And we’re moving down
The crush of the warm crowd
Twitch in the strobe light
Spin in the dry ice

Dry Ice

Buy on Bandcamp

Writing + production: Sable
Drums: Mike Monaghan
Guitar: Chris Barker
Mix: Grace Banks
Master: Queer Ear Mastering

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Lyrics:

A picture of Madonna gazing down at her little boy
Even when I was sixteen I knew it was the only thing that would bring me joy
Now the world is hurtling towards some fiery end
I couldn't bear to see my little girl cry so I bury it in a haze of cigarettes

I say I couldn't give up the freedom
I say I want to dance until I die
I say I couldn't give up the freedom
But two steps back I die again
Her face behind my eyes again

I say I couldn't give up the freedom
I say I want to dance until I die
I say I couldn't give up the freedom
But two steps back I die again
Her face behind my eyes again

Two step beat and I'm fine again
Know how to trick my mind with a little foresight
Heart only breaks every now and then
I know I'll be alright if I dance until I die
It's sustainable in a city like Berlin
Where everyone pretends they're 25
(and the nights keep us alive)
Two steps back I die again
Her face creeps back behind my eyes

I say I couldn't give up the freedom
I say I want to dance until I die
I say I couldn't give up the freedom
But two steps back I die again
Her face behind my eyes again

I say I couldn't give up the freedom
I say I want to dance until I die
I say I couldn't give up the freedom
But two steps back I die again
Her face behind my eyes again

I say I couldn't give up the freedom
I say I want to dance until I die
I say I couldn't give up the freedom
But two steps back I die again
Her face behind my eyes again

I say I couldn't give up the freedom
I say I want to dance until I die
I say I couldn't give up the freedom
But two steps back I die again
Her face behind my eyes again

Madonna

In The Flesh

Fire
I’m on fire
And after all this time
I’m still bad
At making up my mind
Are we mad
Or are we out of luck (Feels like I just dreamt you up)

Oh can you lift me up
I’ve been losing touch
With the stars too long

I’m still sad
I feel I’ll be a while
That’s ok
I’ll wait another life
Just to dance
With you another time (Feels like I just dreamt you up)

Oh can you lift me up
I’ve been losing touch
With the stars too long

It feels like I just dreamt you up
It seems like I just dream a lot
It feels like I just dreamt you up
It seems like you don’t dream enough

I'm Still Sad

New single by Geordie punk group Swine Tax, featuring guest vocals by Robyn of bigfatbig fame.

Words & music by Swine Tax.
Artwork by Vince L.

Dry Ice

The Empty Page