One of the potential contenders for album opener on the forthcoming (as yet unnamed) Foilface CD is a tune called, ‘Pantry’ (or maybe, ‘Do the Outburst’) we recorded in a drunken haze a few months ago.
It’s basically a vaguely surreal David Icke-like take on 60′s garage rock and has a mildly modish feel to it (and some lovely keyboards too).
The opening rant, “Bring out the sinners, they are nothing but lizards, they bring you down to their tables at breakfast time and make you sit through their prayers”, could be interpreted in a number of ways. Are we really part of a world governed by huge shape-shifting reptilians? Or do the lizards represent the archaic elements of western society the protagonist wants to rebel against? Probably neither if the truth be told but it’s a poser.
The song also goes on to label everyone on earth ‘molluscs’ and ‘war wounds’, which as well as potentially tipping an ironic hat to Darwin and Dawkins could just as easily be a lovely little burst of surrealist-babble.
You’ll get to hear it at some point if you stay tuned to these regular updates from the official udders of Manchester’s new musical cow, Foilface. The place where UK slacker rock, meets mexican-psyche-seaside-folk and fights it to the death (or at least till someone cries a bit)… Don’t be a stranger…
They said it couldn’t be done. ‘They‘ don’t really exist of course and the things being done are all done in the dark with no-one watching. So scrap that. Let me start again…
No-one said things might or might not be done. AND guess what?! They have been.
So, who or what are Foilface
? Well, have you ever drunk a tumbler of paed (the delightfully sub-human blend of Russia’s finest ice-cold vodka and Britain’s bollock-warm cream soda)? Have you ever danced with a bag of revels in the pale moonlight? Do you like bending, Focus’s ‘Hocus Pocus’, McDonalds’ Vanilla Milkshake enemas and whities? If the answer is ‘yes’
, then there’s a good chance you’ll love Foilface
even if you don’t know who or what they are yet really (you will soon).
Focus – Hocus Pocus (Live ’73) – Click here to watch flabbergastingly good Youtube clip
Imagine riding on the back of a huge wolf. You are a nomadic fighter but you have no idea what you are fighting or where you are heading. The desert you ride across is bare but for the random scatterings of angry cacti. Visions brew and vampires appear on the horizon of your memories, dribbling their sluicy madness across the dreams you scatter forth. Vague rumours of atrocities whisper across the sandy dunes, thoughts of love and betrayal sink into the dying sun and yet all you can do is laugh. You laugh until you pass out and then as you drift into dreams all you can hear is the sound of strange seaside organ, the cries of hungry gulls and the five words, “PUSSYFOOT – Your mind is diseased!” . The words echo beautifully like a perfectly blended mixture of fear and amusement. When you finally wake from your slumber, you are sat on a lazy-boy with a jotter pad in your hand and a peculiar sense of joy. The pad is almost entirely empty. Almost. All it says is, ‘Foilface‘.