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Lunar Sounds are a three piece alt rock/indie band hailing from Leeds, often getting compared to Sleater Kinney, The Raincoats and The Au Pairs.
On the 14th September they will be releasing their debut EP – The Void.
The EP is four tracks long, which is the perfect length. It gives you a nice amount to be introduced to the band and to their sound.
1) Out the Dark
2) The Getaway
Even though they’ve recorded everything themselves (recording, mixed and mastering), sound wise the trio sounds very professional.
Out the Dark is a great start. An upbeat, fast tempo song. In a space of 2:33, the song features quite a bit. Yes it’s short, but sometimes shorter is better, and in this case it does job quite well.
The Getaway is the next track that follows. With guitars featured straightaway sounding rather relaxing…
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Jumping Jack flash,
You’re the bitter end, the bitter trash
Jumping the queue?
We’ll see the end of all that’s you
The bitter fag end only ash
The end of you,
To the end the queue tresemay
Tresemay, dissary and misery
tresemay , unleash the facist fray
Rid of you, then come what may
End of you
See your final days
Whooping it up with the far right Gänseschritt
Bcos tresemay peace and love your government don’t care for it
Traipsing in the mud, an eerie mist of dawn, a sprig of rosemary in a capotain hat aching for thee to know our aim
For we are at war but our weapons could only be perhaps an axe, a pitch fork for whence the claim of our name of levelling thee hedgerow to the floor.
Our only weapons in real sense be the weapon of the word, the weapon of natural law, governing liberty to one and all.
And we got into trouble for not taking off our hats or kneeling before the Lords, but kneeling before the unelect, our words we’d rather crawl, spread across a peaceful land, bringing liberty t’ one and all.
Pamphleteering of The Moderate, alas afore too long, marginalised by those in power, perhaps through history hear our call.