Indian Storm...

In the middle of our marble and glass cocoon
A strange orange light seemed to fill the room
Hailstones fell that could of killed horses
We had to put the white flag up to nature's forces
Stray dogs shivering and petrified came together
Under the humidity they tried to hide and cower


Oppressive humidity
Bombay, Jaipur to Delhi
Confused, dirty clouds smother me
They block the light so i can't see

SPLINTERS!

Hot schwarf burns the skin
The hammer splits the nail
Does exactly what it says on the tin
Learn the craft, the holy grail

Macho skill to trade in
Try and balance on the roof beam
As splinters flow in my blood stream
Splinters flow in our blood stream


Rub each others angles off
whittle your world carefully
Gorilla mitts and callous touch
From a branch of my family tree

Broken bones reform tough
Like the knots and whorls of a spiney beam
As Splinters flow in my bloodstream
Splinters flow in our bloodstream


Wears hi-vis when in bed
Dreaming of wet concrete
wears a yellow hard-hat in bed
Dreaming of wet concrete

He'll wear his hi-vis when he's dead
After he fell straight off the roof beam
When splinters flow in his bloodstream
Splinters flow in their bloodstream


Foresee, foresee
limey concrete
long screw for you
paint fumes for you
foresee, foresee
for wood you could
long screw for you
paint fume for you

Bleached White (U235 WMD)

Skull-face witnesses the amputation
Of a sovereign of cruelty with fluorescent in tow
Technicolour visions of war
Poppy-red blood on white snow flows

Bleached bones
Bleached blondes
Bleached bomb shells
Bleached white
Bleached platinum
Bleached light

Brooding, moving, discombobulated
Deformed figures form a wall of khaki ghosts
Gangreen is a shade of war
Trench-foot steps like clanking posts

Bleached bones
Bleached blondes
Bleached bomb shells
Bleached white
Bleached platinum
Bleached light

In the iron grip of general ignorance
Duck & cover, duck & cover
pacified, desensitised, indifferent to horror
War has been the norm and peace the exception
War has been the norm and peace the exception
War has been the norm and peace the exception
Down, down, down, down, down, down, down, down, down, down, down, down, down, down, down, down, down,

A blood-curdling scream of animal apprehension
Leaps from the mouth of the man in blue
Vultures and dogs did the rest
Animal noise and bombs, baboon, Ba-boom, Ka-boom!

Bleached bones
Bleached blondes
Bleached.............

U235 WMD
U235 WMD
U235 WMD
U235 WMD........................................

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_4dB448T-u8

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Ex.Lion Tamers change name, play at Old Blue Last next Tuesday

Ex.Lion Tamers - Wild Palms

The wonderful Ex.Lion Tamers - fed up with Wire comparisons at every turn - are now called Wild Palms.

Here’s what Lou from the band had to say about the name change:

“Every interview or review mentioned Wire straight away, mainly because of lazy journalism. We’re not even that big Wire fans, we just used Ex.Lion Tamers as a name for our first practice about a year ago because it was the album I was listening to at that moment. We had a different line-up then with another bassist and Gareth playing guitar with Darrell. We’ve just never done anything about it.

“With a name like ELT you will never carve out your own space, it’s got too much baggage; people see and hear Wire before you’ve played a note. I don’t think a single one of us owns a Wire album, they’re definitely not a remarkable influence.

“We spoke to Colin Newman (from Wire) about recording a single; he thought the same thing about the name ELT as we did. We wouldn’t have have longevity - and if we were serious about what we were doing we should scrap it. The name completely compromised our music which is always the most important thing to us. promoters didn’t really want us to do it because of press and stuff but that stuffs nowhere near as important as feeling you have authorship over your own art.

“We changed it to Wild Palms after a couple of weeks of coming up with a load of pretty terrible names. You can’t force it, we wanted a name that portrayed something natural, primitive, visceral and couldn’t come up with anything. At the time I was reading The Sound and the Fury by William Faulkner. When I finished it I looked at his back catalogue and I saw he’d wrote a novel called The Wild Palms; it seemed right straight away.

“It’s a blend of two stories, a love story and a river story, entitled “Wild Palms” and “Old Man”. The stories alternate throughout the book; “Wild Palms” focussing on an ill-fated relationship, and “Old Man” in which a “tall convict” battles the great Mississippi River Flood of 1927 to save a pregnant woman from the raging flood waters. The two separate tales of a doomed love affair and the convict’s stoic perseverance against devastating natural forces compliment each other in their attitudes towards relationships, destruction and hardship. Faulkner used the dry palms clashing with the dark wind as metaphor for utter waste, sterility and destruction. However, it also brings to mind beaches and hands. which are both good…!

“Kind of went off on one there!”

Well there you go! As one of the best new guitar bands we have heard in a long time, with a distinctive sound all to their own, it makes sense to me!

The band are playing live at God Don’t Like It on March 3rd at Old Blue Last, on a cracking line-up including Offset favorites R O M A N C E and The Neat in support. DJ’s are GDLI, Joe Eakins and our very own Offset Festival DJ’s. And it’s free entry!

They are also supporting The Maccabees in Kingston on the 26th of February.

http://www.myspace.com/wearewildpalms