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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

Out of The Sun

The Artist

Do It Now

before you let go

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

I ti

Gillie - I ti

In The Flesh

Fortune

★ based on the 1978 song "Jamie's Cryin'" by US band VAN HALEN ★ more shred here : soundcloud.com/le-slapon/sets/gazed-diffused ★

Dry Ice

The Empty Page