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

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Cock of the fifth year is what we called the biggest jock types when I was in high school. Cocky, brash loud and overly confident. Puffed up, swaggering, mouthy bellends who can be pretty intimidating when you’re a woman just trying to get on with your day.

But it's not just in high school we encounter them, they're everywhere: the LinkedIn narcissist, the Tinder predator, and the (very scary) furious nice guy etc.

The phrase ‘lock up your sons’ will be contentious but we're not endorsing prison systems (far from it). The point is, the phrase’ lock up your daughters’ is relentless and women are always told to be careful, not wear headphones when walking at night, be wary of predators on the streets carry your keys between your knuckles as a weapon. Women are told they need to protect themselves by avoiding walking alone in the dark home from a night out, cosseted, hidden away safe from the threat of, let’s face it, male violence. On that logic, why not lock the blokes up at home for women's safety at night if they can’t be trusted to behave?

Imploding

Cock of the Fifth Year

Cock Of The Fifth Year (Radio Edit)

Imploding is the second album from Manchester post-punk band The Empty Page.

Recorded, mixed and produced by Morton Kong at Eve Studios.

Mastered by Cicely Balston at Air Studios.

Artowrk by Carp Matthew

What Happens Now

Leaf Thin

Big Nasty Palpitations

Level Sedentary

Gorge (Oh Well)

I'm A White Hot Blade (Witches are Wicked)

Medication Nation

Life Is A Wave

Cock Of The Fifth Year

Life Is A Wave was written about the death of a friend and the grief, sorrow and questions that the awful situation brought. It's about how life can be very short and the cards you are dealt are seemingly random and unfair. It’s about holding those you love dear but trying to let the waves of life (and grief) flow over you because there is nothing you can do to change things.

Do you ever wonder if there might come a time when you need to grab a bag full of essentials, jump in a vehicle with someone you love and get the hell away from this place? When We Gonna Run is a song about running away from an apocalyptic world when the only thing that can save you is love. 

When We Gonna Run?

(c) 2016 The Empty Page
Vociferous Records

Single release date 30/09/16
Album release date 21/10/16

Recorded and Produced by Gggarth Richardson and The Empty Page
Mixed by Karl Dicaire
Assistant Engineer Ben Wittrock

Pre-order the album 'Unfolding' now on iTunes, bandcamp and pledge music.

LYRICS

What hope left for us now
Shrouded under a sombre cloud of uncertainty
Will we die here or learn how to survive here?

We shelter in sound
Clinging to the strings to keep from falling
A perfect release, determined to find peace in this turbulence.

We are iron-clad
Braver under the iron mask of creativity
Checking out of reality

We shelter in sound
Clinging to the strings to keep from falling
A perfect release, determined to find peace in this turbulence.

Oh Oh we are fireproof
Oh oh we are detahproof

We shelter in sound
Clinging to the strings to keep from falling
A perfect release, determined to find peace in this turbulence.

(C) Kel (The Empty Page)

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