A dark descent into the world of abused recreational chemicals

The WORST Human to live at 3 Holyhead Road.
 
Try me, try me,
Try me, waste-man
Man knows, he’s the man who knows,
He’s the one who knows the price of everything
Man knows, she’s the one who knows,
She’s the one who knows the value of nothing
 
So you tell me,
You don’t need the drugs
or the alcohol
because you’re high on life.
 
So tell me,
Who could need the drugs?
Or the alcohol?
Oh no not I.
 
So you tell me,
You don’t need the drugs
or the alcohol
because you’re high on life.
 
Try me, try me,
Try me, waste-man
Man knows, he’s the man who knows,
He’s the one who knows the price of everything
Man knows, she’s the one who knows,
She’s the one who knows the value of nothing.
 
0h comrade,
Your pupils
Would gasp
at the sight of themselves.
 
Sit and stare; in the mirror,
at your doppelganger.
You did this to yourself.
 
Try me, try me,
Try me, waste-man
Man knows, he’s the man who knows,
He’s the one who knows the price of everything
Man knows, she’s the one who knows,
She’s the one who knows the value of nothing.
 
 
Don’t taste – don’t look
Just take – inhale
Regret – set sail
It’s not bland
But it still could be good for you
Don’t taste – don’t look
Just take – inhale
Regret – set sail
It’s not bland
But it still could be good for you

Worst Human To Live At 3 Holyhead Road

Fuck you nosey white...white guilt, weak..pathetic piece of human garbage

Proletariate

Self Depreciation Demo

Lyrics 

A quest to establish
Why compare gains and dicks
Let’s compare lengths of our chains
In the playground like kids
 
I don’t think you, I don’t thank you,
don’t think you know how much this costs.
I don’t think you, I don’t thank you,
don’t think you know how much this costs.
Do you like it? I don’t think you like it.
Do you like it? It’s bad and just getting worse.
Do you like it? I don’t think you like it.
Do you like it? I’m bad and just getting worse. [qbreath]
 
Tell me again how proud you are of how small your cheque is
(A supposedly fun thing. I’ll never do again)
Tell me again how working class gives you class, it’s such a farce
(A supposedly fun thing. That I’ll never do again)
Don’t you think this is something mans must surpass
(But you can do anything, with a bayonet but sit on it) 
Self-Depreciation counts as currency?
(You can do anything)
How down to earth Oh yeah you are!? grrrr..
 
...I don’t think you, I don’t thank you,
I don’t think you know how much this costs.
I don’t think you, I don’t thank you,
I don’t think you know how much this costs.
Do you like it? I don’t think you like it.
Do you like it? It’s bad and just getting worse.
Do you like it? I don’t think you like it!
Do you like it? I’m bad and just getting worse.
 
Many wish for immortality
Know not what to do
With themselves on a lazy Sunny afternoon
 
A quest to establish the best
Why compare gains and dicks
Let’s compare lengths of our chains
In the playground like kids

Uphill struggle
Slaving for this bridge

 
I don’t think you, I don’t thank you,
I don’t think you know how much this costs.
I don’t think you, I don’t thank you,
I don’t think you know how much this costs.
Do you like it? I don’t think you like it.
Do you like it? It’s bad and just getting worse.
Do you like it? I don’t think you like it.
Do you like it? I’m bad and just getting worse.

 (Maybe I wasn’t loved enough as a child, or maybe “loved” too much only my uncle knows)

You’re so wrong.
You’re so wrong.
How down to Earth oh yeah you are!!!!
scream
I don’t think you know how much this costs.
I don’t think you, I don’t thank you,
I don’t think you know how much this costs.
Do you like it? I don’t think you like it.
Do you like it? It’s bad and just getting worse.
Do you like it? I don’t think you like it.
Do you like it?
 I’m bad and just getting!!!
 Worse!!!

The first original collaboration with Jacob Wilkes on Drums
Andy on Guitar
John on Bass

Proletariat E.P

Art of Self Depreciation

Lyrics

Testing, testing
(what are you doing staring at me?)
Oh my, oh my
What a show you put on for me
Raging invalid!!
(What a pity, a travesty)
Oh my, oh my
What a show you put on for me
What a show you put on for me
 
Testing, testing
Oh my, oh my
What a show you put on for me
Raging invalid
Oh my, oh my
What a show you put on for
Him and her and me
What a show you put on for
Him and her and me
What a show you put on for
Him and her and me
 
Play me for sometime
This isn’t how it works
Brilliant for sure
But yeah where’s your encore?
 
Play me for sometime
This isn’t how it works
Brilliant for sure
But yeah where’s your encore?

Engineered by Michael Gallagher, who also features on the drums here
John on Bass
Andy on Guitar

Raging Invalid

We’re over here! Ain’t you heard?
No he hasn’t heeded, no-one has.
You make it look so easy
To blame a race for your problems
Problems
 
It makes their blood boil, the nationalists
Empiricists, Doctor Strangelove
You’re all so norm-core and banal
But have you had enough, nah
Banal
 
 
What would your doctor order?
Ten women per man? Works for me
What would your doctor order?
Ten women per man? Works for me
What would your doctor order?
Ten women per man? Works for me
 
“Mein führer I can walk,  oh ja”
 
What would your doctor order?
What would your doctor order?
What would your doctor order?
What would your doctor order?

Scott Ireton on Drums
John on Guitar
Andy on Bass

Doctor Strangelove

Staffroom philosopher
Please tell me the way
Of not doing my job
but still receiving pay.
Steadily declining, steadily declining.
 
8-year recession,
Governmental malaise
Wake! Shock horror!
Turnover, sleep again.
Steadily declining, steadily declining
 
Readily mistaken by the slap of the God hand
Esoteric information, struggling to understand!
Readily mistaken by the slap of the God hand
Esoteric information, struggling to understand!
 
Struggling to leave, I just wanted to stay
Struggling to leave, I just want to remain,
It makes no sense, sick entertainment
It makes no sense.
 
New found expert
Of only half a day
Please tell me all
Wikipedia has to say
Steadily declining, steadily declining
Failed Casanova, Camus protégé
Tell me how life
Has no meaning, but the one you make.
Steadily declining, steadily declining.
 
Readily mistaken by the slap of the God hand
Esoteric information, struggling to understand!
Readily mistaken by the slap of the God hand
Esoteric information, struggling to understand!
 
Struggling to leave, I just wanted to stay
Struggling to leave, I just want to remain.
It makes no sense, sick entertainment
It makes no sense.

Scott Ireton on Drums
John on Bass
Andy on Guitar

Staffroom Philosopher

I’ve spent a season with the wolves at the door
Hungry and scratching, begging for more.
The apple doesn’t fall from the tree,
But that’s an easy way to dismiss the seed.
This seed is looking to earn a few hundred years
Willing to get through your blood and all of your,
Tears
 
Don’t expect too much of me and I promise not to disappoint,
Don’t expect too much of me and I promise not to disappoint.
 
“Pardon me madam, excuse me sir.
Please make way for this apologetic man.”
“Pardon me madam, excuse me sir.
Please make way for this apologetic man.”
 
I want you to hear the sound of my voice
Remember it was placed here by chance,
and not choice.
Some call it the death of the light; I simply call it embracing the night.
 
Don’t expect too much of me and I promise not to disappoint,
Don’t expect too much of me and I promise not to disappoint.
 
“Pardon me madam, excuse me sir.
Please make way for this apologetic man.”
“Pardon me madam, excuse me sir.
Please make way for this apologetic man.”
 
Scott Ireton on Drums
Andy on Guitar
John on Bass

Overly Apologetic White Man

Finally, free to speak, the conch has reached me,
Don’t giggle too much though, my points are laughably weak.
Starts with a smoke a day, keeps my head in shape.
Though I’m not being PC, so girl buy me a drink.
 
It’s growing larger and it knows my name. It sits in darkness and it screams in my face.
It’s growing larger and it knows my name. It sits in darkness and it screams in my face.
 
I can’t human my mouth is still teething; like a child my mouth is still teething.
I can’t human my mouth is still teething; like a child my mouth is still teething.

Scott Ireton on Drums
John on Guitar
Andy on Bass

The Conch

Try me, try me,
Try me, waste-man
Man knows, he’s the man who knows,
He’s the one who knows the price of everything
Man knows, she’s the one who knows,
She’s the one who knows the value of nothing
 
So you tell me,
You don’t need the drugs
or the alcohol
because you’re high on life.
 
So tell me,
Who could need the drugs?
Or the alcohol?
Oh no not I.
 
So you tell me,
You don’t need the drugs
or the alcohol
because you’re high on life.
 
Try me, try me,
Try me, waste-man
Man knows, he’s the man who knows,
He’s the one who knows the price of everything
Man knows, she’s the one who knows,
She’s the one who knows the value of nothing.
 
0h comrade,
Your pupils
Would gasp
at the sight of themselves.
 
Sit and stare; in the mirror,
at your doppelganger.
You did this to yourself.
 
Try me, try me,
Try me, waste-man
Man knows, he’s the man who knows,
He’s the one who knows the price of everything
Man knows, she’s the one who knows,
She’s the one who knows the value of nothing.
 
 
Don’t taste – don’t look
Just take – inhale
Regret – set sail
It’s not bland
But it still could be good for you
Don’t taste – don’t look
Just take – inhale
Regret – set sail
It’s not bland
But it still could be good for you

Jacob on Drums
Andy on Guitar
John on Bass

Worst Human to Live

Raw, aggressive and dischordant. Garage indie rockers Druids fuse old Hardcore punk with a modern take on the grunge sound. To encourage tightness, the frontmen swap bass and guitar roles between songs on stage and in the studio.
Formed in 2017 by bassist John Mahon and guitarist Andy Holden. Writing began on the songs that would later become the album 'Proletariat.'

Released the following year, 'Proletariat,' a  satirical and aggressive hardcore rock experiment with poignant mood changes features three drummers. Michael Gallagher, Jacob Wilkes and Scott Ireton, who all contribute their own take on the sound, with Scott playing the majority of the EP.     

After playing some small but high octane shows, like seeing a cathartic release of energy from the band members, Druids are looking to spread their wings and have their sights firmly set on the Northern- English rock scene for 2018. 
The current lineup stands as,
John Mahon - Vocals/Guitar/Bass
Andy Holden - Vocals/Guitar/Bass
Jacob Wilkes - Drums

DRUIDS

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