Appy-polly loggies my malenky droogs

 

Sorry for the long raz, been away peeting and sparring with bog and his shaika. Raz to get up, get out and stop wasting my jeezny away.  Viddy you down the moloko bar droogies...

Darlinghurst Days #2

It is the music that grates the most. Blasting out from a building site, seeping out of the not quite so well sealed Range Rovers and Porsches, sliding under locked doors and permeating the fabric of every waking hour. The sort of songs written by middle-aged men, produced by middle-aged men, sung by washboard teenagers for wrinkled mums.

The ghastly drench of auto-tune smothering the nuances and humanity of a multi-tracked vocal. Glib sentiments turning Hallmark statements into "iconic" observations for the numb-dumb...

Sampled beats, plug in and decay... AI harmonies for the dismembered generation. Gliding round in huffa-puffaz (check 'em, new brand, made by silicon splurgebots) - kidding you not, thanking you lots... ZAP!

Darlinghurst Days #1

The incessant throb and grind of traffic, interspersed with the jackhammer, crash of scaffold and wailing of the fluorescents clambering up & down, in to out & from street to sky. The noise, the bloody noise of motorbikes, trucks and recrimination. 

My world has got noticeably smaller, the Dog on the bed snores gently, the pile of books on the floor grows by the week. I don't read them, why should I? They will only remind me of the world as it used to be. 

Things will change though... as I refuse to go on like this.

Cºuntrycide

Cºuntrycide is a spoken word piece, initially written to recognise the decision of the British people voting to leave the European Union. However, Post Covid, post Johnson, post Truss and with the country currently in the venal/vicious grasp of the most right wing government the UK has ever had, it is a requiem for my country.

credits

released August 31, 2023 
Cºuntrycide

Words - Andrew Franks
Music - Andrew Franks/Jenny Douglas
Voices - Andrew Franks, Melissa McLeod, Jenny Douglas.
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Recorded at The Factory Studio, Mona Vale.
Engineered - Ben Johnson
Mixed - Ben Johnson

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The silence of a late night songwriter

A chord sequence, lodged in my mind. Words scattered across envelopes, A4 sheets, brown paper bags and in the pages of a Moleskine or two... 

It will come, it will save me... it must come, otherwise.

"From the grip of despair, to a state of grace, freewheeling from Meads to South Street... from Terminus Road to Cavendish Place... I'm running away from my mind"