Classic 140g black 12” vinyl record in a printed sleeve. Featuring original artwork by the band themselves. This is a double EP release, featuring both The War Office and Notes from the Aftermath. Strictly limited edition of 200.
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Idolise, monochrome, canonise from the cornerstones
Visions of a silent reprieve
Polarise, simpatico, galvanise, what a way to go
Voices, voices came unto me
Prophets, our saviours, they offer favours for favours
Across the plains, over acres, shut the fuck up and dance
Sent for redemption, your catatonic intention
As anhedonia mentioned, it's categorically no
This is a high, this is a low, these are the reasons, oh say it ain't so
Nevermind, in repose, side to side, so it goes
Systems of design reappear
From time to time, calm to show, what resides in our hearts below
Torn between the distant the near
Prophets, our saviours, they offer favours for favours
Across the plains, over acres, shut the fuck up and dance
Sent for redemption, your catatonic intention
As anhedonia mentioned, it's categorically no
This is a high, this is a low, these are the reasons, oh say it ain't so
Mine eyes aglow, life in a doll's house
Long gone widow, no guide of my choice
God given laws to which we are prone
Habitual, blood ties to disown
As I walk towards, over the moon
On a silver screen in a darkened room
Show me life was once before
Touch, it burns our open sores
Speak of need, regard the charm that it brings
Behind these four walls I desire nothing
Cursing the firstborn, never amounted to nothing
A still-born, hollow remains, for shame
Await for the fallow in me
Mine eyes aglow, life in a doll's house
Long gone widow, no guide of my choice
God given laws to which we are prone
Habitual, blood ties to disown
This bed unknown seems not to be sound
Wired audio, keep company down
Cursing the firstborn, never amounted to nothing
A still-born, hollow remains, for shame
A band built on friendship across three cultures, that’s the foundation for Monitors; settled in mainland Europe, they combine talent from Liverpool, Bihać, and Paris.
I could listen to this song & Save yourself on repeat easily. Love Lukes voice.
I have always been a big fan of synth music and any good music with a bit of an eighties feel.
Can’t wait to hear the rest of the album.
More songs please🙏 Elena
Woozy, rollicking indie rock that's thick and humid, searching vocals set against pealing guitars. Also available on cassette. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 22, 2016