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Seven Whistlers

by SLABS

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Pig In Shit 04:23
We burnt our beards When we burnt our bridges Our faces seared Never to grow back Oh how unmanly Oh the voids unspanned We'll never go back They'll never grow back Reach up and clip, Your feathery wings dear. Under the radar dip, Above winds swirl and twist The ground beneath our toes, Will never shift. I really am damn sure, The ground will never shift Earth! It shifts, I’m unhappy with it So the Earth is shifts, I’m unhappy like a pig in shit Under radar we couldn’t possibly dip I’m unhappy, I’m happy like a pig in shit.
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The Bells 06:22
Come slaughter the old, For godssakes move on. Proceed as one into infinity, Or at least beyond. Wipe our arses on our flags. Honestly that’s all they are worth. Peel them from the cold dead hands They're not needed on our earth None of them are needed. Melt the guns and slap the rich Pour molten metal. And our weary hands will be warmed. A final act of violence, To remind us why Our industry exists, To warm our weary hands.
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SLABSloop 04:49
Tweet hard Hollywood star, The best we’ve got. The best we’ve got. Remain clean, Photograph well. The best we’ve got. The best we’ve got. Pine loud, And do it often. The best we’ve got. The best we’ve got. No need to learn, As long as you turn up. The best we’ve got. The best we’ve got. Smarm, slick, grease palms white shiny. Smug-ness, move forward bodyguard. Pastry chef freed from place tiny. Implant, puffed-up, fall in a line. Put it on a loop. Put it on a loop. The best we’ve got.
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Lord O'Lorde 03:40
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Tell the Captain Who the Jonah is. Turn homeward bound. Toward the sea Freedom from the fleet Isolation’s what we need. Turn homeward bound. Away from shore, Where drones drop bombs Where an eagle soared. Tell the Captain Who the Jonah is. Outside the officers mess Laughter at the door. Molestation, tax evasion And other jokes d'jour. In the crew’s quarters There are tweets and moans Sprung leaks - liked and shared But they never make it home. Tell the Captain Who the Jonah is. On the lower decks It's a fucking mess Below the water we won't invest A hull rotted to the core Stores packed and locked. Bloated men in uniforms Command the sea to boil and froth, As we sail for the storm. Tell the Captain Who the Jonah is. Migrant skulls crack off the bow Our wake brings dead children ashore. Fore to aft is what we know “Its gonna be great” - rest assured. Tell the Captain Who the Jonah is.
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about

“Strange, mysterious sounds are heard in the air at night, sometimes like the distant singing of a flock of birds, and at other times resembling the smothered wailings of children chanting a funeral dirge.” - The Leicester Chronicle, 1853

The ‘Whistlers’ were said to be seven birds, flying together by night, whose cries forebode disaster.

Recorded over 2018 - 'Seven Whistlers' twitches with urgent un-earthly tones, resonant digital glitches and uneasy disjointed grooves.

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released April 4, 2019

Written and produced by SLABS:
Samuel Mathews > Drums, percussion, synths and sequencing
James Whyard > Bass, vocals, guitar, synths and crazy station

Mix and Master > James Whyard
Design/illustration > Samuel Mathews

With thanks to:
Dave Morris > Saxophone and engineer (tracks 1, 2 and 4)
Phelan Glen > Backing vocals (track 6)

'Migrant skulls crack off the bow,
Our wake brings the dead ashore.
Fore to aft is what we know,
“It’s gonna be great” - rest assured.'

A Mouth of Gold Release.

@SLABStransmit / ©2019

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SLABS London, UK

Est. 2012. Purveyors of ‘Space Jazz’ and other absurdities. SLABS are James Whyard (bass) and Samuel Mathews (drums).

Dark compositions doused in blackened drones and fizzing bass, hammer the listener into a unique and often disorientating aural journey before emerging in unknown alien vistas.

A Mouth of Gold artist.
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