This tune was a festive accompaniment to our second proper album, Tyrant.
The vocals were recorded at McKinley's house in Brixton whilst Ben was living there.
When I turned up, we had a cup of tea and, somehow, I was able to sing a load of really high notes, so we decided to improvise a bunch of faux 70s Michael Jackson style verses.
It's plain, to anyone with a pair of ears that they ended up fairly absurd.
They're also Shit, hence your Witnessing of them right now.
previously released on the rememberthisdayforever Christmas CD 2007
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This one also took me a while to get into. It strikes me as less HC than Untitled and less poppy than Ultrapop (stupid I know). Let's call this the No Wave record. Its musical (and amusical) density is matching the persistent sound in my head right now. barnaby nygren
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Ah! My first entree into TSPSI, and I love it. Angular, edgy, angry, and accomplished. Like vintage NIN on meth. Can't wait to go backward through their discography. dr_shaun
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Quite possibly the most full-on album I've ever listened to. Intense, and then some. 'Digital Tarpit' could describe both the track and the whole album: high-pitched guitar squeals that make your fillings itch coupled with merciless, suffocating heaviness. The Avenell-esque vocals top it off perfectly.
Brilliant - punishing, but brilliant. jim_fuego
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A deep dive into the emotional landscape of Greg Puciato. Seamlessly going from raw harshness to the complete opposite and back. Average Tween Wave Enjoyer