Girls Names release their debut album, Dead To Me, on Monday 25th April. The album also gets a US release through Slumberland the following day.
In advance of the album’s release, the track “Seance On A Wet Afternoon” has been made available to download for free (right click, save as below). The band have also confirmed a string of tour dates in the UK and Ireland, and play at our very own club night in London – No Being Weird – on Saturday 26th February. More details on that show here and the rest of the dates are listed below.
Thanks to Ryan Riley for the cover art and photographer Matthius Selderhius for allowing us to use his image.
TRACKLISTING
1. “Lawrence”
2. “I Could Die”
3. “When You Cry”
4. “No More Words”
5. “Nothing More To Say”
6. “I Lose”
7. “Cut Up”
8. “Bury Me”
9. “Kiss Goodbye”
10. “Seance On A Wet Afternoon”
17th Feb – Academy, Dublin w/British Sea Power
18th Feb – Spring & Airbrake, Belfast w/ British Sea Power
19th Feb – Ulster Hall, Belfast w/ Sleigh Bells
26th Feb – No Being Weird @ The Victory, London w/Let’s Wrestle, Proper Ornaments, Sea Pinks
27th Feb – Popfest@ The Lexington, London w/14 Iced Bears
3rd Mar – Silver Bullet, London
4th Mar – White Light @ The Lexington, London w/Shrag, Standard Fare
21st May – The Menagerie, Belfast w/Chain and the Gang
Here’s the video for Dream Cop’s “Marooned”, as premiered on Pitchfork a few weeks ago (slow posting here as we’ve had an issue with embedding videos). The song’s taken from the 7 track 12″ we released last November, available to buy here.
The predominant aesthetic theme of the foreseeable future will be ‘broken’. There will be no place for the fixed, new or advanced in the future world.
The change will be gradual at first, then suddenly all pervasive. As everything falls apart, we’ll be warmed one last time by the digital heat of melting computers. Undaunted, we’ll slowly glide into the comfort of disrepair. Function and practicality will exist only as decayed memory.
In the ill-fated uprising, repair will be held as the dream of the broken thing, but their resistance will be in vain. Flaw is our nature.
Either out of forgetfulness or having to leave in a hurry, residents would occasionally leave things behind in the guesthouse. Mementos of their having been there, the various items – a book, an item of clothing, sometimes even electrical goods of value – were the remaining spectral presence of their now departed owners. There was of course a lost and found box, but the nature of the guesthouse as a stop off between towns meant that very few ever returned. On a few occasions, former guests would call to arrange the posting of the item to a home address, but this was an infrequent occurrence. Consciously or otherwise, it was as if they were leaving their own breadcrumb trails, writing their history in a vapour trail of discarded objects to ensure that we would never forget.