8esMusic

Reverse 365 PR Sampler

  • 01

    1

    Day 8 Reverse Family

    Now here’s a dream I think I once fortold
    of a spirit made of solid gold
    a future son a chosen one
    who could never grow old
    who could never grow old

    it’s not the twa twa twats that live next door
    it’s not the ones who don’t live here no more
    it’s just that you can’t live without a core
    and we’ve all forgotten what where fighting for
    yeah we’ve all forgotten what where fighting for

    or the judge and jury cop and crim
    the search for no specific binge
    dodging out of monday rain
    beloved by the sun god of spain

    it’s not the libertine the peachy keen
    the underwhelmed and the plasticine
    all the great people who’ve gone before
    are picking up driftwood that’s blown ashore
    picking up driftwood that’s blown ashore

    We’re just picking up driftwood that’s blown ashore
    We’re just picking up driftwood that’s blown ashore
    We’re just picking up driftwood that’s blown ashore
    We’re just picking up driftwood that’s blown ashore

    lala lala lala lala lala

    We’re just picking up driftwood that’s blown ashore
    We’re just picking up driftwood that’s blown ashore
    We’re just picking up driftwood that’s blown ashore
    We’re just picking up driftwood that’s blown ashore

    we’ve all forgotten what where fighting for
    we’ve all forgotten what where fighting for
    we’ve all forgotten what where fighting for
    we’ve all forgotten what where fighting for

  • 02

    2

    Day 10 Reverse Family

    No light and shade no quarter took
    you ripped the last page from my book
    No light and shade no quarter took
    you ripped the last page from my book
    No light and shade no quarter took
    you ripped the last page from my book
    No light and shade no quarter took
    you ripped the last page from my book

    This house is empty without you
    it’s emptiness seems harsh and cruel

  • 03

    3

    Day 13 Reverse Family

    I stand alone
    Alone in my home
    alone where I roam
    I stand alone

    No-one understands and no one can save me
    drowning frowning Sunday Gravy
    Your advice is nice
    but everything comes at a price!

    I stand alone
    Alone in my home
    alone where I roam
    I stand alone

    A struggle to find
    the london buzz
    I should quit this town
    and forget all that I was

    I stand alone
    Alone in my home
    alone where I roam
    I stand alone

    drowning frowning Sunday Gravy

  • 04

    4

    Day 310 Reverse Family

    there’s no test to an mp3
    makes the experience too easy
    there’s no test to an mp3
    makes the experience too easy

    and by the bubble of adult the sky I’ll lie
    for the arms of the past I cannot cry

    there’s no test to an mp3
    makes the experience too easy
    there’s no test to an mp3
    makes the experience too easy

    A new decade
    the planned charade
    let lives burn hard
    and never fades
    never fades

  • 05

    5

    Day 336 Reverse Family

    I’m the last man standing
    in a crator caused by pain

    I can sense my friends beside me
    but all I feel are my boots filled up with rain

    I nailed my faded colours
    resolutely to the mast
    but like white lillies at a wake
    theyve faded oh so fast

    I nailed my faded colours
    resolutely to the mast

    So much upheaval
    so much change
    I really thought
    we’d pull through
    but it’s so clear that ...
    it's not the same for you

  • 06

    6

    337 Reverse Family

    In my head I ride to battle
    everyday the dawn does rise
    everyday I climb the hill
    clad head to toe in a guise of lies

    Everyday I smile through the sorrow
    everyday I choke back the tears
    nobody can see tomorrow
    and nobody can quell my fears

    nobody can see tomorrow
    and nobody can quell my fears

    Everyday I smile through the sorrow
    everyday I choke back the tears

    In my head I ride to battle
    everyday the dawn does rise
    everyday I climb the hill
    clad head to toe in a guise of lies

  • 07

    7

    343 Reverse Family

    I'm the caption
    under todays bad cartoon
    a hot air powered rocket
    from the dark side of the moon

    we Shouldn’t judge
    we Shouldn’t judge
    people in glass houses

    I'm the caption
    under todays bad cartoon
    a hot air powered rocket
    from the dark side of the moon

    then life gets in the way
    then life gets in the way
    then life gets in the way
    of all the good times

    I'm the caption
    under todays bad cartoon
    a hot air powered rocket
    from the dark side of the moon

    bad cartoon

  • 08

    8

    344 Reverse Family

    Could you still believe or are you doing it just for me
    Could you still believe or are you doing it just for me

    There’s no-one in this world
    to compare to my little girl

    Could you still believe or are you doing it just for me
    Could you still believe or are you doing it just for me

    There’s no-one in this world
    to compare to my little girl
    There’s no-one in this world
    to compare to my little girl

  • 09

    9

    356 Reverse Family

    So I built a new contraption
    to aid my social interaction
    which I toasted with a cup of
    english tea
    But by the afternoon
    in my
    very lonely room
    it consumed me
    in it’s apathy

    I built a new contraption
    to aid my social interaction
    I built a new contraption
    to aid my social interaction B

    To citizens advice
    I placed a call
    to plead for some direction
    but they said we can’t advise
    we’re not here to save lives
    that’s for spies with cats eyes
    who can administer
    appropriate conceptions

    that’s for spies with cats eyes

    I built a new contraption
    to aid my social interaction
    I built a new contraption
    to aid my social interaction
    I built a new contraption
    to aid my social interaction
    I built a new contraption
    to aid my social interaction

    but then I’m wondering what happened to good old talking
    so placed another call to citizens advice, but they said we can’t advise
    that’s for spies with cats eyes haha

    I built a new contraption
    to aid my social interaction
    I built a new contraption
    to aid my social interaction
    I built a new contraption
    to aid my social interaction
    I built a new contraption

    It didn’t get many likes!

  • 10

    10

    365 Reverse Family

    The breathy graffiti on a car window
    doesn’t linger long and then it’s gone for good
    some memories will stay here longer
    like the ones of you, I knew would

    and all the sleep and talking in the world
    help to build a new facade
    but that’s all it is when I’m alone
    ‘cos life is hard

    Like breathy graffiti
    Like breathy graffiti
    Like breathy graffiti
    Like breathy graffiti

It’s hard to define what it is that I’ve actually done… which is where you come in… here is the basic idea/premise of 365

All of the songs were recorded between Jan 1st 2015 and Dec 31st 2015. They were recorded at home in a DIY style on my computer, I played all the instruments and did all of the vocals… I am not saying there are any virtuoso performances to be found anywhere within these tracks… but that’s not the point… they were all recorded in a spontaneous way and once recorded were not tweaked or edited… like what a day does, you get what’s next, pretty much whether you like it or not and you deal with it, sometimes well, sometimes not… life in the now. This was a test/ an experiment… an exploration employing a semi/surrealist/steam of consciousness, let’s call it a bit Jackson Pollocks… (use the mockney rhyme if you see fit)… It was an attempt at a reactionary style of creating songs… I wrote the words not for any specific song… I wrote the music and then forgot about it and then on any given day I made the next set of words fit the next number on the list…

But what was the catalyst for such an adventure… It was a direct result/reaction to the death of one of my best friends, I decided life was too short… Terry was the drummer and heartbeat of our band (The Tuesday Club)… after 3 years we were just building the necessary momentum to actually start getting noticed… we’d just supported Toyah at The 02 Islington, had just released our most critically acclaimed ep and had a real plan… that stopped on 17 Dec in it’s tracks… so too could’ve the band… my world was already collapsing under divorce, serious illness of my parents (one Bi-Polar and one Parkinsons disease) and struggling with being self employed and thrust back to the ‘family home’ at 47 while trying to keep alive a fledgling romance was all getting too much…

I could’ve cracked up, some say I did and maybe they are right… but the way I reacted, instead of crawling into a corner, or flinging the toe rope of my car over the nearest tree, was to attack my hurt and bury myself alive within my music… What could I do, how could I make a statement for me and to other people that you don’t need to buckle, there is a way to channel the pain, this I did in the year 2015 a year in my life, just an average man from St.Albans, Herts, (once an ordinary city in England, (but now haven of the wealthy and bearded). My style was spontaneous – I approached it, how Terry’s death had approached me, by shocking me into action…

Before I scare you away without even hearing a note, this document is not written/performed as a sob story though I won’t deny it’s probably not the cheeriest thing you’ll ever be exposed too. There is a large degree of black humour amid the despair, with a lot of ‘pinch of salt’ observation here within too. You have to laugh or you will cry… The only edits relate to some of the names, which I have changed but only for the sake of the innocent who I had to include and write about as they are/were part of my life.

The songs will be released as 7 track eps, 1 per week for a year from 2nd October 2015 until the first week of October 2018. Each ep will be accompanied by the diary entry of that day from 2015 by way of  ‘sleeve notes”. Due to the cost, these will be initially released digitally only… but I am looking at all possibilities for a physical release too.

As David Bowie put it… In Quicksand (an apt title for this project too!)

“I’m not a prophet or a stone age man
Just a mortal with potential of a superman
I’m living on
I’m tethered to the logic of Homo Sapien
Can’t take my eyes from the great salvation
Of bullshit faith”

If you have any questions or need any more info please let me know. I want to try and get press interest during late August/September

thanks in advance for your support.

Dermot Illogical

other resources:

www.reversefamily.co.uk

www.facebook.com/reversefamily