Featured on Plastic Mag: https://plasticmag.co.uk/2024/03/yodashe-thrills-with-new-single-fam/

Vocals, Guitars - Anna Roenigk
Bass - Emmanuelle LeCann
Drums - Kevin Butler

Co-produced by Emmanuelle LeCann & Anna Roenigk
Engineered / Mixed by Emmanuelle LeCann
Mastered by Kevin Butler at Test Tube Audio

LYRICS

So what is original sin?
Is it not making God into a token?
For your using
A sanctified bruising

If Jesus came back to this land
He would only be crucified again
We were never told how you got your wings
And now you blame us 
For believing in the dream

And I don’t wanna have your babies
I don’t wanna make your money
You will never own my body
Here comes blood for the payment!
I never took your name willingly
Now everywhere I go 
You follow me

So I will bite the hand that feeds
Molars crush
Swallow, repeat
But
Still enjoy life’s great amenities
The wheels turn, bones split
And the marrow gleams

And I don’t wanna have your babies
I don’t wanna make your money
You will never own my body
Here comes blood for the payment!
I never took your name willingly
Now everywhere I go 
You follow me

Bird of prey we are your bastards
Watch your baby eat its brother
Bird of prey we are your bastards
But you taught us to hunt
So you should fly a little faster

And I don’t wanna have your babies
I don’t wanna make your money
You will never own my body
Here comes blood for the payment!
I never took your name willingly
Now everywhere I go 
You follow me

Bird Of Prey

The inspiration emerged from the raw emotions that surge within us during life’s tumultuous moments. Our feelings can take us on exhilarating highs and heart-wrenching lows. The lyrics capture the essence of holding on when faced with twists and turns. Imagery of sunshine and rain symbolizes growth, resilience, and the enduring power of love. Ultimately, it’s a celebration of the wild ride that is human connection and how, until our last breath we hold on to love.

Last Breath

Lying Won`t Get You Anywhere

Sometimes, a song comes together quickly with a sense of familiarity. In my experience, it is these songs that infectiously delight. 'It Starts Again' premiered on BBC 6 Music, has been described as "a moment, a buzz, similar to the likes of Arab Strap 'First Big Weekend' or 'Public Service Broadcasting ' where moreish energy paired with an understated spoken word vocal captivates and embraces".


A prelude to an EP. Four songs perpetuating the struggle against the frustrating lack of visibility and significant barriers faced by disabled musicians. 

Band Spectra: It Starts Again

THINK!

Lyrics;
Before we realise
All the pseudo-freedom we’ve engineered
Will have tied our hands behind our backs and took the wheel

Even though it seems
Like a Utopian paradise, it’s by design
So when human nature rears it’s ugly head
Don’t be surprised

So I’ll stay inside
Until we start regressing

Ooooh,
Something terrible is going to happen soon
I can feel it in the air, wish it weren’t true
But the state were in is by design

The end is almost here
Raise a glass as the sun comes crashing down
First it burns through major cities and then it spreads through smaller towns

And as despairing as it seems
Hemlington will be swallowed by the lake
And some 150 burned out cars will land on Eastern American shores

So I’ll remain inside
Until the future’s over

Ooooh,
Something terrible is going to happen soon
I can feel it in the air, wish it weren’t true
But the state were in is by design

The Circus (By Design)

What if instead of the book and film Yes Man, you felt like you were always saying no, man? Ban Summers feels like the No Man - and in his new single he explains why.

Touching on chronic illness, disability and depression, No Man is his letter to friends and family on his absence and isolation.

Ban Summers homebrews lo-fi indie with all the feels from his bedroom in Portsmouth. No Man is the fourth single from his new album, which arrives before the summer.

No Man

8 Feet

https://ffm.to/fam

FAM credits:

Written & Produced by Yodashe at Goldsmiths Music Studios, London
Drums by Diego Torres-Cantú 
Drums recorded by Nick Powell at Goldsmiths Music Studios, London
Mixed by Mathew Keightley at Hackney Road Studios, London
Mastered by Cicely Balston at AIR Studios, London
Supported by Help Musicians


FAM lyrics:

Je crois
J'en ai marre!
Je te jure, je crois qu’on n’existe pas
On peut chercher
(C’est chic, trop chic)

Wait up!
Wait a minute!
What you’re thinking of?
In a minute I’ll be gone!

Parfois,
Je crois,
Qu’on ne se trouvera pas!
Quelle merde, je crois
J’ai peur d’être en bas!

Wait up!
Wait a minute!
What you’re thinking of?
In a minute I’ll be gone!

(Watch me destroy the things that I want the most)

Rich

Wasuremono - is it weird? or is it me?

@redbullmusicacademy @goldsmiths-music-department 
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