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Foreword

by Cassels

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1.
The Weight 05:09
This glib substitute for wit Drips from smirking lips And I hope I've applied Just the right amount of glint to my eye To imply All I'm saying is a sarcastic lie Sincerity It buries me Under the weight Of having to be A real person What a burden I'm hoping cynicism Will pass as lyricism And I'm hoping conviction Will mask repetition Will mask repetition Maybe I Should excercise My demons at the gym (Happiness is for the thin) And the sting From injecting the steroids in Forms my features into a sickening grin Get set Jet set Budget airline to warmer climbs I recycle so it's fine. I set flight to the Twittersphere with alarming alacrity To ensure all my small talk is broadcasted publicly And I moan And I spout negativity But for once I'm going to try and say something honestly: Why am I So petrified Of looking you in the eye? Over time I think I've learnt to hide How much I struggle with the mundane How much I struggle with the day to day I hope this resonates with you in some way
2.
Opia 02:44
The sense of intense nausea like a diver with the bends Or like eating a rancid fish from the filthiest bows of the river Thames I observe the tangential relationship between the corrosion of the soul And the mass of untouched fruit slowly decaying in the bowl Now that thick commuter crush acts as a savage reminder you’re alive While the sense of dissatisfaction continues streaming from your eyes And these eyes feel like another’s forced into my sagging sockets And I’m terrified my mobile phone is watching the inside of my pockets If we stand close enough together maybe we can convince ourselves that we’re all having fun Even those who’ve braved the show alone, intermittently staring at their phones not talking to anyone I find it best not to dwell On the things I’ve been told Are of the utmost importance. I find it hard enough to deal With the things I’ve been told Are of little-to-no significance.
3.
We throw back up Our parents’ vomit That’s the way it goes No way to stop it And there’s no escape We’re infested with errors Repeat the mistakes Of our selfish sires We seemed like new pets Filled with life and promise But as you fed us with your faults We began to choke
4.
I can hear the germs move on my skin And there's a sea of people watching me from my Television screen I'm too scared to go out I'm afraid to stay in And I haven't seen Another human being Since I was forced to buy the supplies I'm not eating And there's so many things to keep me entertained But when it's impossible to sleep And so hard to stay awake It's all the same
5.
666 Feet 01:57
666 feet below our streets Is where we'll hide the corpses of the benefit cheats And turn their flesh to meat to feed this hardworking country The scroungers and scoundrels are just the ones with no jobs The collective conscience has short-term memory loss We're all lost
6.
Chivalry's dead I shot him square between the eyes And Romance is dead Now I want to bury her Deep between your thighs And cry there Our sexual secretions fill the wires Download your perversions and desires All that's left Is our faces on a screen And it seemed such fun Playing like Jesus And pointing Caesar's thumb I could be anyone I swipe right I swear I only want to talk to you I swear I am one of the golden few The chosen few It's true
7.
An absent gaze Is all it takes To win weak hearts A look misconstrued As romantic or lewd Is commonplace And I would love you But loving is scary So I'll just hate you Hating is easy Hating is easy
8.
If you answer to, what you perceive to be, a higher authority Whose only concern is preserving the good name of their fading deity Then all of your actions will become infallible by proxy Sweeping under the rug leaves no incentive to stop A fish rots from the head down Ostensibly caring shepherds of flocks Are wolves in disguise They hide disgusting minds Behind kind lying eyes This systemic purity is pure fettered fallacy And if I can continue with an appropriately phallic analogy; Clergymen’s members maim and dismember While arch-diocese lie time and time and time again The irony must be lost on this cess-pit of sin As they continue to clip their own angels wings Forgive the fathers’ indiscretion when they let the demons in And don’t teach the kids to question or they might question what you’re teaching
9.
Beach Baby 03:11
The boy starts to think, ‘maybe I’m just a waste of breath?’ That’s what the mind resorts to when life’s only purpose becomes trying to avoid death The girl thinks, ‘to breathe is to fear, so now I’m scared to breathe’ And the rubble on the streets seem as natural as the tears on cheeks And the screams Me and father and mum can’t run quick enough to safety Another country A Mecca in the West Where the tabloid press call us pests I think they want me dead Did I fail some kind of unspoken test? Actually, you know what, fuck it – don’t waste your breath.
10.
Avarice 03:25
11.
I’m so glad I’m not your pet When dogs start shitting in the house It’s time to put them down Time to put them out of their misery So what happens when incontinence arrives At the same time as the 10 different pills I have to take each night just to get to sleep? What does that mean for me? Should I still be here? If the fork becomes too heavy and my dentures start to slip Please syphon all my food and fluid through an IV drip And do you know what I’ve never been that fussed about walking that much anyway And I’m not bothered by all the appointments and the prodding and the x-rays Just don’t let me breathe my last breath I know it’s pretty bad but there’s no fate worse than death You’ll have to learn CPR in case I pass out from laughing too hard And you might have to spare a kidney if you want to hold on to me As for me, I’ll just keep Ignoring all the tunnels and lights And cross my fingers for another night The old man says ‘it’s not my time yet!’ To a son with a gun and a look of solemn resignation
12.
Death throws up no surprises these days I’ve become numb and it’s becoming a bore And a chore To invest emotionally in these irksome famines and wars If you could give me a summary in less than 140 characters It’s just life is more digestible when fed through these parameters So turn suffering into a sentence A massacre Into an exclamation mark
13.
Apparently our wellbeing isn’t a given right but is in a state which is transient And I’m a fucking idiot; I got run over by the last remaining ambulance My ersatz ego transplant made me happy for a while But then I wound up in a two mile queue Outside the hospital waiting room And I stood there with a bride and groom Who couldn’t afford To abort The baby in her womb To cut the deficit they’ll cut our throats To balance the budgets they will break our bones For their own benefit they’ll crush our hope Why don’t they just gas the polling chambers as we line up to… Now I’m renting out my kneecaps to oligarchs as ashtrays And I won’t get those cruciate ligaments back for another dozen pay-day loans It’s so roomy in the private wing; they’ve got all the ventilators But please don’t take this as chagrin, no It’s just a fact of nature We were born into the wrong class, into the wrong skin Our leaders Have Every right To hate us To cut the deficit they’ll cut our throats To balance the budgets they will break our bones For their own benefit they’ll crush our hope Why don’t they just gas the polling chambers as we line up to… Why don’t they just gas the polling chambers as we line up to… Vote
14.
Cool Box 04:34
The ‘you’ in this song is a real person Not just some abstract figment of an overactive imagination A documentation of scars from an old home Innumerable cuts all too close to the bone You exiled two sons to be lord of your manor Rearranging home furnishings to in some way placate your anger A nameless kind of fury at some invisible population All of whom you hold responsible for your current shit situation And I know that when you hear this you’ll want to retaliate and attack Well go shout at the cats, mate They don’t answer back. You hit my brother Cus he saw straight through Your bullshit and bluster I think it scares you that he’s not scared of you Now your wife’s working weekends to pay for your mistakes That, and to ensure when he’s at home her second born is safe Now I can’t help but wonder why she doesn’t up and leave I guess that must be the kind of dependency abusive relationships breed You hit my brother Cus he saw straight through Your bullshit and bluster I think it scares you that he’s not scared of you But as for our mother Sadly, I don’t think that’s true And if you really loved her You would have never put her through the things that you’ve put her through

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A 'pre-album' combining early EPs, singles and B sides.

Last few copies of the LP are available on the BSM webstore: bsmrocks.com/collections/cassels

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released April 7, 2017

Artwork by Alex Fullerton

Tracks 1-3, 7, 8 recorded by Dominic Rippel and mixed by Alexander Peterson

Tracks 4-7 and 10 recorded and mixed by Alexander Peterson

Tracks 11-14 recorded and mixed by Dominic Rippel

All tracks mastered by Bob Cooper

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Cassels London, UK

A two piece band comprised of two brothers.

Music for misanthropes and malcontents.

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