"The arrangement and lyrics show a depth very few artists seem to find today creating the emotional link to his music." - Pubzine, October issue

"...fantastic full band work throughout, never slowing down for a breath..." - Reyt Good Music

Here Comes

Brim

The

Nominated for
'Best EP' Award at
the
MUSIC AWARDS
OF STAFFORDSHIRE & CHESHIRE

"...bursting with theatrical wonder and a powerful choir-like chorus." - REBEL magazine

"...five of the finest tracks I've ever heard MacLeod produce." - E Major Blog

For full reviews, go to PRESS page

Garry Abbott - bass guitar

Sarah Brennan - backing vox on tracks 1 & 3

John MacLeod - guitars, lead vocals

Charlie Ormrod - keys

Romas Masteika - drums

Jack Tasker - guitars

Gary Wilcox - backing vox on tracks 1-3

AOTV Nail-Voiced Choir:

Sarah Brennan

Emily Jones

John MacLeod

Gary Wilcox

Recorded at Tremolo Studios by Dan Rowley, during April - July 2016.

All songs written by John MacLeod and arranged by Attack Of The Vapours.

Special thanks to Craig Flackett, who played drums for the live shows in support of this recording.

I've still got your blood on My curtains

Every little joke you made

Is rotting on my kitchen floor

When you said you were afraid

It made me want to hurt you more

I've still got your blood on my curtains

The very model of restraint

I tolerated you for days

You gave the house a lick of paint

And you got scared when I licked your face

I feel high, you feel faint

But I'm just trying to make space

I've still got your blood on my curtains

There's people walking around outside

No one looking inside here

The secrecy I hold with pride

'Cause what you don't know, you can't fear

I've still got a hold on you

I've still got so much more to do

I still know how much you are hurting

I've still got your blood on my curtains

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Brain Shocks

Laughing, crying, at the same time

Tell her doctor

She won't mind

Nothing's stopping pills from popping

Nothing's shocked her

She can't mind

Let your worries down

Dropping to the ground

Turn yourself around to face the swirling nights of the unreal

Sex appeal, what is real?

What's concocting in my mind?

Burning buildings, altered feelings

I ignore these, they aren't mine

Let your worries down

Dropping to the ground

Turn yourself around to face the swirling nights of the unreal

What You've Lost In Job Satisfaction, You've Gained In Meaningless Aphorisms

You won't hear me out

So I'll give you something to shout about

This place has gone to the dogs

So you count the money and we'll count the cost

(Go)

There goes another one

Don't take much neglect to keep coming undone

Finding out what's yours

Climbing through windows while they're closing doors

Is a breakdown something that you want?

Well, I'll give you one

Body parts, sent in a bag

Wrapped in soiled bandages, try not to gag!

This may sound like a joke

So laugh as your good nature goes up in smoke

Finding out what's yours

Climbing through windows while they're closing doors

Is a breakdown something that you want?

Well I'll give you one!

Misfitz

We don't fit quite like we should

I rather think that's too damn good

There's a line drawn in the sand

I know on which side I will stand

It's gonna be the side that makes you

Come, come away

I'm ready for anything that you want to say

Love, love is fine

But adoration's more the thing I had in mind

So we go...

You don't need another mess

My friend in need of goodwill-blessing

There's a line that runs right through you

A line of endless value

And no one knows whatsoever could

Come, come away

I'm ready for anything that you want to say

Love, love is fine

But adoration's more the thing I had in mind

Be, because you can

Help the world around to help you understand

Why, why we are

Burn your face into my eyes with all your stars

Apology From A Distance (Puppykicker)

If you cut off your ties 'cause you've had a bad night

Good luck with what's left in the morning

The only thing you'll hear from me

Is an apology from a distance

I'm sorry I can't keep my thumbs to myself

I'll just stop reaching out

I thought it would help, but you kicked that one down

And cast my mind right into doubt

There seems to be loads of dead things in the road

Squashed by passing cars

And I feel like that hedgehog with his insides out

Trying desperately to push them back in

And I'm sorry, I said, that I keep playing dead

I'm embarrassed as well as depressed

But it doesn't feel fine when I'm out of my mind

And I don't think you want to know the rest

If you cut off your ears to spite your mind

And you gouge out your eyes to spite your heart

And you hack off your lips to spite your tongue

'Til all you're left with is your nose

Well good luck to you, then, I suppose

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