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Slum of Legs

by Slum of Legs

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Benetint & malevolence In Debenhams And tenements Nurofen and inconsequence In Peterborough In present tense When you’re sad, you’re invisible A flicker at the edge of an eyeball When you’re sad, you’re invisible A flicker at the edge of the disco At least we are not a painted Macabre French Sensation At least we are not zirconium But ocean And carbon
2.
Slum of Legs 02:39
We are a superstructure Spiked with glass We are a fur-lined rupture A clatter mass We are Tatlin’s Tower The laughter of ghosts We are your final hour Of idle boasts The greatest lie that’s ever heard Is that the meek inherit the world We are a blast farrago, a panoply We are the tuttifrutalists - see? Calibrate the Slum of Legs Calibrate the Slum of Legs Calibrate the Slum of Legs Liberate the Slum of Legs We are a pistol crescent Lit with steel We are a bleeding present Your last full meal We are an army of losers The hissing of trains We have many uses And many names The greatest lie that’s ever heard Is that the meek inherit the world We are a blast farrago, a panoply We are the tuttifrutalists - see?
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You, a modern ring road Cloaked in sickly beam A warning to the furious This is all it seems Hedges become nearside of night Reduced to star system Flocked upon the screaming wires A creaky piston As is the custom now I shoot straight into the sun An obscuration equal to the sum of none Everything is obvious Everything’s unseen A warning to the furious This is all it seems Try to dazzle harder Fascinate the flies A “liminal” gymkhana A bleary eye As is the custom now I shoot straight into the sun An obscuration equal to the sum of none As is the custom now I shoot straight into the sun Murmuration equal to the sum of none And now the road’s corroding Poetry un-coding And now the road’s corroding I dream of valves exploding
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RUTHE14ME 05:08
I only know you online Are you the type to cross a picket line? Are you the one for me? Are you the one for me? On our first date Will you judge me by my weight? Are you the one for me? Are you the one for me? I only know you online In dreams our memes could intertwine Are you the one for me? Are you the one for me? We could build a home Of tongues and bones and precious stones Are you the one for me? Are you the one for me? I only know you online Are you cool or are you kind? Are you the one for me? Are you the one for me? Is this connection? Or is this only my projection? Are you the one for me? Are you the one for me? A coma’s made of ice and dust A soda scream, the permalost Are you the one for me? Are you the one for me? My my my my my lacuna Make it happen, make it sooner! Are you the one for me? Are you the one for me? I only know you online Will this tumour be benign? Are you the one for me? Are you the one for me? I sense your hunger But do you only date them younger? Are you the one for me? Are you the one for me? There’s probably no such thing as The One
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In Yr Face 02:59
I only asked a question It’s just a bit of fun I’m sorry you’re offended Blah blah blah blah, your mum This feels like formication You misspelled ‘formication’ In your face! You nibble at my freedom You are a maze of lies There you go again, playing the victim I never said you were a maze of lies I hope your death is painful Here’s a link to show death is never painful In your face! Cease & desist! Cease & desist! Cursing waves released and call my armies to the breach Are you an expert? An expert in storms? A tired phoenix, a troubled helix, a tunnel vision, slimy pimply emission Who put Bella in the witch elm? Bella in the witch elm, witch elm, witch, witch elm You put Bella in the witch elm? Bella in the witch elm, witch elm, witch, witch elm Fallacy, fallacy, strawman, masked man, deception, argument, hollow man, fallacy Barnyard comedian, hamfisted tragedian, blaring, blaring, blaring, blaring Draggle-headed sharing, sharing caring, idiot, idiot, idiot! Binary abortion, tedious distortion, hey or I anus, hey or I anus – aaargh! In your face!
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How could you ever be alone? How could you never be afraid? Every day you live and breathe you are a revolution How have you always been so brave? I wanna date a Scorpio or Pisces Any gender cos I’m bi bi bi you see I want to lead a bow-legged army Our common enemy is k-k-kyriarchy Love’s not enough, peace is a liar It’s time to set them on fire We’re the message and we’re the town-crier We’re setting it all on fire I’m getting down with the intersectionals Like Pokemon you gotta catch catch catch ‘em all Try to map our sexual geography Crumble down the staid, stale binary Fire, setting it all on fire, setting it all on fire, setting it all on fire My vicious circle looks a lot like pizza I’m a hideous and beautiful creature I eat men who think that they’re nice guys ‘Cos they never raped in an alleyway Fire, setting it all on fire, setting it all on fire, setting it all on fire
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Hello mirror I think you’ve made an error Hello terror Your hands are startled mirrors Hello shadow My personal giallo Hello sorrow You carve my skin with shadows To care too much about the way you look is counter-revolutionary And I know there’s far worse states than temporary invisibility yeah I know I’m ugly ‘Cos you remind me daily And the Baader-Meinhof always looked so good in photos oh Hello to shame You are my oldest flame Hello disgust You are the one I trust Hello refusal You’re just the same as usual Hello contempt You are the main event
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I'm watching you through my window I’ll watch you and you'll never know Surrender to me I'll follow you everywhere you go White leather Do you feel a shadow behind you Do you know why I love you Surrender to me I'll follow you and you'll never know White leather
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Sasha Fierce 03:58
Sasha Fierce Help me to be you Molly Ringworm Fragments of a daughter Little Miss Tout Le Monde You don’t need to belong Empress suit is on Beware Cloudless death mosaics wrapped squealing ‘round the stars Modify mistakes with vermifuge and chlorate of potash They move in hundredweight of wheeling counterparts Sasha Fierce, you are my heart Sasha Fierce Help me find my way Stand alongside Tara O’Hara Rise Athina B Let’s pretend we’re free Play with the city Beware Sasha Fierce Help me to destroy Enemies Inside and outside Here comes Alma Dare Such devastating hair We are everywhere Beware Sasha Fierce, you are my heart
10.
When the dark falls for the last time I will read your letters And remember How it felt to be loved

about

Slum of Legs are a queer, feminist noise-pop DIY band. We are Alex, Emily, Kate, Maria, Mich and Tamsin. We write songs about ghosts, architecture, gender, loneliness and hair envy. You can dance to all of them. Sometimes we sound like The Shaggs, Slant 6 and La Dusseldorf playing at an impromptu party in space.

One of our songs is a live séance. We’ve performed on a Norwegian mountain and in many, many basements. We like pylons and onstage pile-ons. We’re interested in modernist architecture, art & literature.

We use collage & cut-up in our artwork and this also reflects the fractured nature of our songs and how the 6 of us, who all bring completely different influences to the band, have been stuck into a blender with the controls jammed.

We are a giant pop-psych, punk monster with twelve legs. Our songs are melodic and dissonant, anthemic and experimental.

Our debut album ‘Slum of Legs’ is a manifesto for compassion and defiance in a confusing, unrestful world.

VINYL AVAILABLE HERE: cargorecordsdirect.co.uk/products/slum-of-legs-slum-of-legs

Praise for Slum of Legs:

"a kind of fiendish exploratory outsider pop music that recognises no limitations….weird, dissonant, home made, different from anything you'd make". (Stereo Sanctity)

‘an enticing bunch, fusing influences ranging from riot grrl, classical and krautrock’ (Drowned in Sound)

‘a six-headed eruption of disillusionment and reality checking…. ready to take on everyone and anyone’. (Collapse Board)

'the post everything band you didn't even know you'd been waiting to hear' (Impose magazine)

credits

released March 13, 2020

Tamsin - vocals, backing vocals, drums, shouts
Mich - drums, vocals, backing vocals, guitar, shouts
Maria - violin, vocals, backing vocals, guitar, percussion, glockenspiel, field recordings, shouts
Kate - guitar, backing vocals, drums, shouts
Emily - synths, samples, monotron, piano, glockenspiel, noise, shouts
Alex - bass guitar, shouts

Lyrics by Tamsin Chapman except: 5 - lyrics by Tamsin Chapman and Michelle Steele; 8 - lyrics by Michelle Steele; 10 - lyrics by Maria Marzaioli
All songs by Slum of Legs

Recorded by Julian Tardo at Church Road Studios, assisted by Bert Walker
Mixed by Phil Booth at JT Soar
Mastered by Daniel Husayn at North London Bomb Factory
Photography by Tamsin Chapman
Artwork by Adam Stacey

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Slum of Legs Brighton, UK

Slum of Legs are a queer feminist noise-pop DIY band. We write songs about ghosts, architecture, gender, loneliness, good hair and many other important topics. We are Alex, Emily, Kate, Maria, Michelle and Tamsin.

VINYL AVAILABLE HERE: cargorecordsdirect.co.uk/products/slum-of-legs-slum-of-legs
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