2013 demo - now with real human drums!

Vector Vendetta are:
Vocals/Guitar - Leander Thom
Drums - Jack Ashley

Bass performed by Scott Law

Lady of the Lake

Libra

War Photographer

The Undercoat/War Photographer double release
Written and performed by Vector Vendetta
Engineered & mixed by ARP @ Nyquist Noise Recordings

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Your skin reads like braille, under pressure 
A subtle betrayal beneath your concrete masquerade 
Upon every breath you take, a thousand hours forfeit 
But are you really safe as you snuggle to the lens? 
Cobwebs wipe away but scars will never heal 
So take a long last look at the prints you leave behind 

You've left whole albums out of focus 
Splaying unblinking eyes across these walls we dare to call our own 
Now when deceit and belief become entwined 
It's not the truth that snags the veil this time 

A decoy clichéd to keep your scent alive 

Tape recorded snoring in the night 
Syphon off our dreams to pasteurize 
Teeth mute themselves to stay unseen 
And flares will only bleach the canvas clean 

Tape recorded snoring in the night 
Syphon off our dreams to pasteurize 
Secrets beneath the shadow seen 
And no there's nowhere left for you to hide 
Now your curtain has been compromised.

The Undercoat/War Photographer Double Release
Written and performed by Vector Vendetta
Engineered & mixed by ARP @ Nyquist Noise Recordings

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So cold to the touch? 
Emulsion made to mask but only feeds the rust 
Permeating every breath you emulate 
Oh it's close but it ain't verbatim 
A charlatan in disrepair, your fault lines glow 
You bask in self illusion from the comfort of your frame 
A mortuary of bridges burnt refuse to turn to dust 

Anaesthetising your mistakes 
You're dragging a magnet over the tapes 
Erasing your guilt, your pride, your high horse alibi 
You scold your hands to save face 
Yet yours is already crumbling away 
Exposing the shade you're so desperate to hide 

Your tongue tied in barbed wire, a story full of holes 
You're drowning in your impotence, the victim of your own words 
You've spun your spin far too thin, now it's the truth that bounces back 
Round up the breadcrumbs, for the scent's already out 
Your picture perfect spotlight comes crashing to the ground 
You don't believe in consequence? Well this should shake your faith 

Anaesthetising your mistakes 
You're dragging a magnet over the tapes 
Erasing your guilt, your pride, your high horse alibi 
You scold your hands to save face 
Yet yours is already crumbling away 
Exposing the shade you're so desperate to hide 

Caught up in the rhythm of deceit 
Just wanting to choose how you are seen 
The whitest of lies woven into shields 
To protect us from what you really fear 

Teeth ornamental now there's no skin left to shed 
The only loopholes left are fitted for your neck 
Wipe away those varnished lines 
A gallery burst back to life 
For it's vulture feeding time 

Obscurity dethroned 
Here we are: the undercoat

The Undercoat

Progressive 3-piece based in London. Leander sings and wails on the guitar, Arvin holds down the bass and Jack thwacks the drums into submission.

Think Mars Volta. Think Radiohead. Think older Muse. Chuck them all in a blender with some classical and electronic influence and enjoy the outcome.