Deluxe 12" Vinyl version of Punching Swans fourth album "Faces"
"The faces refer to the faces of serial killers... so people who look kinda stupid and are unlikely killers. But then again, who is a likely killer? Can you really tell by appearance?
...We were picturing a kind of Dick Tracy rogues gallery of villains."
***Limited no. of FACES design playing cards come with each vinyl order***
Includes unlimited streaming of Faces
via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more.
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Compact Disc (CD) + Digital Album
CD version of Punching Swans fourth album "Faces". Comes in cardboard wallet just like the vinyl.
Includes unlimited streaming of Faces
via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more.
He stalks his prey from afar. It’s his first time out.
Hiding behind bins or whatever, it doesn’t matter.
He has a killer instinct but it’s a redundant feature.
Closing the distance he checks his mask
It’s looked better
Face is drying out, it’s starting to crack
He runs back to add some more from his vat
Grabs a flask, fills it up
If there’s any left he might batter his old fella
He puts the batter on his face
He put the batter on his face
Better get planning for his next manoeuvre
Months have gone by, excitement has dipped
He’s anxious but better equipped
What should he do? He needs a kill
And then it hit him
ARRRRGGHHHH
He deep fried his own head
But never hurt anyone
Crispy features in oil
And now the mystery deepens..
After his death as it turns out
Lots of people choked that night
Served with chips, crispy bits
had more victims in death... than life
He is now in a plaice…
He is now in a PLAICE
He’s now in a plaice…. of rest
Sure, it's easy to say they sound like Steve Albini with some delay, but that really misses the bigger picture: Albini never used delay. They guys are doing some things that Steve never thought to and that's worth a listen. Gbro
Falco's best since 'Rock me Amadeus', and possibly before.
in a just world anybody that had written and recorded hamsterland would spend the rest of their days lounging on a yacht with an unending queue of Tahitian girls bringing them trinkets and baubles, feeding them grapes and catering to their every whim.
however, I've been to Cardiff, and it's not quite that.
bloody Thatcher. slappedarse