"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
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