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The Fourth Wall

by Idle Hours

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1.
Made Flesh 03:19
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Broadcast the drums machines And dance routines Possess the comfort of the living room The beat resides in the space between A silver surfer on a sonic boom Eyes roll back deep inside my skull Coma inducing K Pop girls (They’re out for blood) Chart topper beneath the skin You’re sleepnig in Got dreams of sinking on the disco floor And Ludovico for days on end Reflections moving in formation Eyes roll back deep inside my skull Coma inducing K Pop girls (They’re out for blood) Made flesh Made flesh
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French Disconnection 03:18
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Surf the English Channel for a change of colour scheme Escape from the black and white Warm glow of the traffic lights Straighten my story, god I’m caught up in a lie Living a double life Weekend are occupied But nobody knows Nobody knows Nobody knows Nobody knows Sunbathing creatures on the coast of Saint-Tropez Forcing a happy face The dawn of the super race Hotel bathroom colourscape Painted labyrinth leads my pulse to fluctuate The fourth wall is starting to break But where does it go Where does it go Where does it go Where does it go Nobody knows (comme si comme sa) Nobody knows (excuses moi) Nobody knows (vivant ce soir) Nobody knows (vivant ce soir) Nothing at all French Disconnection French Disconnection French Disconnection Disconnect Disconnect Disconnect my eyes
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Souvenirs 03:59
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Graffiti on the walls of Disneyland, Dangerous ideas spread with an aerosol can, A stranger in an even stranger land, Clutching souvenirs and leaflets in his hands (And they said) Are you afraid, are you afraid, (terrified) I lie awake and think about it every night We’re running out, we’re running out (of time) This offer ends when the will to carry on expires Are you afraid, are you afraid, (give me a sign) We get born drop dead in the blink of an eye Are we alone, are we alone (look up to the sky) Cause down here there’s zero sign of life There’s strobe lights dancing on an empty room Twisted faces locked up in their solitary gloom Election night with game show sound effects I heard them talking on my radio set (And they said) Are you afraid, are you afraid, (terrified) I lie awake and think about it every night We’re running out, we’re running out (of time) This offer ends when the will to carry on expires Are you afraid, are you afraid, (give me a sign) We get born drop dead in the blink of an eye Are we alone, are we alone (look up to the sky) Cause down here there’s zero sign of life Are you afraid, are you afraid Are you afraid, are you afraid Are you afraid, are you afraid Are you afraid, are you afraid
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Televangelist 04:39
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Speak in your natural tongue Spread live across the nation Fed into every home Designer suit and tie with magenta tone A CK exorcism Stare down the gut of the lens And save me from the clutches A waste of oxygen I close my eyes and the satellites Leave me where I started (The patron saint of filth on the family screen) A race to close the eyelids (A rush of blood to blame on your violent streak) Jet lagged and uninvited Late night celebrity guest Contagious belly laughter I hope it never ends (Close knit, tight lipped) circle of friends Would tell a different story (The patron saint of filth on the family screen) A race to close the eyelids (A rush of blood to blame on your violent streak) Jet lagged and uninvited (If Jesus lived he’s fly first class on a free) Dodge the paparazzi and autographs (A rush of blood, a flux like a kick in the teeth) Jet lagged and not feeling myself

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A culmination of 4 individual singles released over the course of a year, this is Idle Hours first major body of work highlighting their flexibility and uniqueness in sound and character. The driving, motorik-infused rhythms of French Disconnection and Souvenirs, to the melodic Made Flesh, and the infectious Televangelist leave you craving more. Four songs inspired by science-fiction novels, religious exploitation, extraterrestrials in theme parks and the desire to escape from reality. Lyrically, a mixture of social observation and fantasy set over a backdrop of fuzzy guitars and a kraut-esque rhythm section. Call it indie-rock, call it post-punk; it’s guitar music.

"energetic and refreshing." - Dansendeberen

"A must listen in these untethered times" Beats Per Min

“Idle Hours seemed poised to make their mark not only in the UK scene, but beyond." - AltCitizen

"The energy and the devouring passages of this creation simply boast unlimited infectious qualities." - Circuit Sweet

"Idle Hours have introduced an altogether more danceable sound, juxtaposing the Northern grit they've built a reputation on" - YUCK Magazine

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released August 19, 2022

Jack Waldron - Guitar and Vocals
Tom Ashton - Guitar and Backing vocals
Jimmy Brown - Drums
Alex Needham - Bass and Backing vocals

Produced by Seanda Mcphail (The Orielles, Doves, Blanketman)
Recorded at Airtight Studios

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Idle Hours Manchester, UK

The music of Idle Hours arrives with immediacy and undertones of dystopia, derived on shared tastes of the UK & NYC 00’s guitar scenes and Kubrickist visuals. Formed in 2019 the DIY band have become synonymous in the North-West music scene with regular appearances at the beloved The Ferret and Manchester circuits. ... more

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