NEW RELEASE – the church on their Future Past Perfect tour live at The Enmore Theatre – Sydney, Australia!

The band is pleased to announce that it has a new DVD which was filmed by MOSHCAM and features all songs from the Starfish, Priest=Aura and Untitled #23 albums. Read about this and more in our latest newsletter! http://us2.campaign-archive1.com/?u=22dc050b415f7b7ab31543d28&id=1d5b3b7b0d&e=569515aa8b

Enmore FPP DVD slick

Enmore FPP DVD slickThe band is pleased to announce that it has a new DVD which was filmed by MOSHCAM and features all songs from the Starfish, Priest=Aura and Untitled #23 albums.

Read about this and more in our latest newsletter!

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gale force whim

so i’m walking along and suddenly bits of the journey are missing shape of a leaf but it moves like a rat i hear shadows i see whispers the streets are fields roamed by un-men someone is trying to tell me something someone not there well i dont remember waking up yesterday morning the stuff i used to take can do that to you like a few pages have fallen out of a book like a few squares have faded from the board time on its own terms can be a jolt or a mystery i expect its never what you imagined the warp and woof of the years revealing a flaw in the flow behind us the mountains have grown the slag heaped industry ghost town in the clouds theyre talking trash at the sugar shack boyo we can never go back there again under these ark lights an uneasy peace falls on the great cats everything is vibrating and shuddering only you cant see it wives quarrel in the galley as the world drowns i have determined my own loss of velocity as time i have located my own demise in dream i have negotiated the hastening martian day and the thudding venereal night as atoms explode into earths and earths implode into atoms death is nothing our best virus cannot penetrate it the universe at dawn goes in between the trees                

Photo on 20-07-13 at 6.06 PM #2
groan

tight as groan

so i’m walking along and suddenly bits of the journey are missing

shape of a leaf but it moves like a rat

i hear shadows i see whispers

the streets are fields roamed by un-men

someone is trying to tell me something

someone not there

well i dont remember waking up yesterday morning

the stuff i used to take can do that to you

like a few pages have fallen out of a book

like a few squares have faded from the board

time on its own terms can be a jolt or a mystery

i expect its never what you imagined

the warp and woof of the years

revealing a flaw in the flow

behind us the mountains have grown

the slag heaped industry ghost town in the clouds

theyre talking trash at the sugar shack boyo

we can never go back there again

under these ark lights an uneasy peace falls on the great cats

everything is vibrating and shuddering only you cant see it

wives quarrel in the galley as the world drowns

i have determined my own loss of velocity as time

i have located my own demise in dream

i have negotiated the hastening martian day and the thudding venereal night

as atoms explode into earths and earths implode into atoms

death is nothing

our best virus cannot penetrate it

the universe at dawn goes in between the trees

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

jesper kroon

jesper kroon in vermilion corduroy in his library of reeds he is the prince of cranes he is the ace of wands dancing with the owlish people of the marshes little moongirl and giant tess jesper kroon hes a total immersion in love with his archon revolving out there in space and his pyramids which generate heat and light and his crystal slam way of doing things oh jesper thou art the one with the antlers of uncle summer under your hood goodness knows i am now in your ancient woods where the weasel black eyes piercing and adder slithering and the lake is as of iron i dive into reflection under the cold water i cool my gills kroon i envy you your evenings with lovely courtesans the expensive substances navigate the bloodstream to the heart the tinctures from the south sea haven where the blue girlflowers grow kroon the illegal trade in the harness of angel kroon i see you smirking in the fumes of spent desire kroon you sit there waiting while i walk right past my destiny under the water i am an extinct monster my teeth are razor like shaving small fishes my nails are claws and i grip onto the rocky lakebed my eyes see through kroons curtains my tongue can taste the places he was seen the crackle of twigs around a great eagles nest betrays the dead rat the leaves blow around saturday night like blank captions jesper kroon you duck down eider down luxurious room backstage your kissing the floor you must cross and bear kroon i can hear you from here after the sound will appear kroon i’m a mad sick thing coming for you jesper please be careful of lurking in green pools or soft edge in jungles vines […]

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appearing soon

appearing soon

jesper kroon in vermilion corduroy in his library of reeds

he is the prince of cranes he is the ace of wands

dancing with the owlish people of the marshes

little moongirl and giant tess

jesper kroon hes a total immersion in love

with his archon revolving out there in space

and his pyramids which generate heat and light

and his crystal slam way of doing things

oh jesper thou art the one

with the antlers of uncle summer under your hood

goodness knows i am now in your ancient woods

where the weasel black eyes piercing and adder slithering

and the lake is as of iron

i dive into reflection

under the cold water i cool my gills

kroon i envy you your evenings with lovely courtesans

the expensive substances navigate the bloodstream to the heart

the tinctures from the south sea haven where the blue girlflowers grow

kroon the illegal trade in the harness of angel

kroon i see you smirking in the fumes of spent desire

kroon you sit there waiting while i walk right past my destiny

under the water i am an extinct monster

my teeth are razor like shaving small fishes

my nails are claws and i grip onto the rocky lakebed

my eyes see through kroons curtains

my tongue can taste the places he was seen

the crackle of twigs around a great eagles nest betrays the dead rat

the leaves blow around saturday night like blank captions

jesper kroon you duck down eider down luxurious room

backstage your kissing the floor you must cross and bear

kroon i can hear you from here

after the sound will appear

kroon i’m a mad sick thing coming for you

jesper please be careful of lurking in green pools or soft edge

in jungles vines and lee anna twisted around green alligator

my hands stutter a song out about you kroon

soon…

they sing

soon…

jewel carriageway

when the delirious days of july fall out the valley signs of an early prima vera the chancy skyfull of air over there then arrows of love then fist of sulk glove i am chastened as i hastened to hide away down on lawns unkempt where some grim dog watches neither never or forever just now my book is a song a wonderful life a throng of admirals oh the summer in winter behind the clouds shine so surely the golden leaves the myriad light every cloud is the shape of racing animals unicorns and crocodiles stretch across oceanias heavens the bright hammer of thunder the twin black birds of odin doom the hideous depths writhe with unspeakable horrors let us be glad to be in this world of warm colour familiar as cat with magical thought understood and over wrought i think im gonna think another thought  

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io ishtar one $

io ishtar one $

when the delirious days of july fall out

the valley signs of an early prima vera

the chancy skyfull of air over there

then arrows of love then fist of sulk glove

i am chastened as i hastened to hide away

down on lawns unkempt where some grim dog watches

neither never or forever just now

my book is a song

a wonderful life a throng of admirals

oh the summer in winter

behind the clouds shine so surely

the golden leaves the myriad light

every cloud is the shape of racing animals

unicorns and crocodiles stretch across oceanias heavens

the bright hammer of thunder

the twin black birds of odin doom

the hideous depths writhe with unspeakable horrors

let us be glad to be in this world of warm colour

familiar as cat with magical thought

understood and over wrought

i think im gonna think another thought

 

Lorelei EP from Steve and Martin’s album ‘You Are Everything’

 Hello Everyone, Steve and Martin are very proud to announce Lorelei, the new EP from their album ‘You Are Everything’. The Lorelei EP is available now from iTunes, CDBaby and amazon   The EP includes three previously unreleased remixes plus Don’t Forget Me which appeared on the bonus disc edition of You Are Everything 1. Lorelei 2. Loreli (Fuzzed Out Bliss Mix) 3. I Wouldn’t Know (Mk Remix) 4. Loreli (Acoustic Mix) 5. Don’t Forget Me (Unreleased Track)   PopMatters.com writes about Lorelei: “Bursting forth with guitars from the Chrome-era of the Catherine Wheel” and quite right they are too. I have to admit the music for Lorelei sprang from my love of shoegaze music particularly My Bloody Valentine, early Smashing Pumpkins and yes, most definitely The Catherine Wheel!   Last but not least check out the beautiful video for Lorelei by Clint Lewis of Red Tape Pictures.   Thanks for your support! – Martin & Steve, July 2013.  

Lorelei_single_artwork_small

Lorelei_single_artwork_small Hello Everyone, Steve and Martin are very proud to announce Lorelei, the new EP from their album ‘You Are Everything’. The Lorelei EP is available now from iTunesCDBaby and amazon

 

The EP includes three previously unreleased remixes plus Don’t Forget Me which appeared on the bonus disc edition of You Are Everything

1. Lorelei
2. Loreli (Fuzzed Out Bliss Mix)
3. I Wouldn’t Know (Mk Remix)
4. Loreli (Acoustic Mix)
5. Don’t Forget Me (Unreleased Track)

 

PopMatters.com writes about Lorelei: “Bursting forth with guitars from the Chrome-era of the Catherine Wheel” and quite right they are too. I have to admit the music for Lorelei sprang from my love of shoegaze music particularly My Bloody Valentine, early Smashing Pumpkins and yes, most definitely The Catherine Wheel!

 

Last but not least check out the beautiful video for Lorelei by Clint Lewis of Red Tape Pictures.

 

Thanks for your support! – Martin & Steve, July 2013.

 

west n north

sitting here waiting to fly home have had an amazing time played 3 gigs one in fremantle (filmed and recorded) one in broome one in darwin plus an impromptu private party gig in darwin on saturday night (solo) the other gigs were including adrian hoffmann on guitar shaun hoffmann on drums and 2 lovely string players rachel aquilina on violin and anna sarcich on cello we did a wide cross section of my stuff and it was incredible!!! very happy camper more later sk

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at darwin airport

at darwin airport

sitting here waiting to fly home

have had an amazing time

played 3 gigs

one in fremantle (filmed and recorded)

one in broome

one in darwin

plus an impromptu private party gig in darwin on saturday night (solo)

the other gigs were including adrian hoffmann on guitar shaun hoffmann on drums

and 2 lovely string players rachel aquilina on violin and anna sarcich on cello

we did a wide cross section of my stuff

and it was incredible!!!

very happy camper

more later

sk

fastened stop

if you have eyes only to see it if things added up or went away if music grew on leaves as if in summer then summer leaves itself revealing autumn the bonfires are gone the vine slack the line taut disappearing in the murk the fly buzzing in and out of speakers paspalum and clothes pegs the families walk away from the shore little purple towel hanging on the wire sunday evening mauves in the machinery halted in mid dig new improved hotels half empty clouds gather round the point of evening thankful for darkening shadows we have disappeared into history now we enter the past via the present soon time moves apart for us swallows us it opens up we move forward into some time ago existing only memory sticks to the sides you were alone when you came in here your face hidden in planes of grey the solid cables groan underwater mooring us all to the floor hardly anyone about in the dells downtown in the groves of building and the glades of car in the schools of helicopters swimming through sky shall we depart then? shall we make such preparations and plans? and all the time the soft mouth and nightbelly and the discarded shallow pleasure of river rushing back up into the mountainous height        

summons

summons

if you have eyes only to see it

if things added up or went away

if music grew on leaves as if in summer

then summer leaves itself revealing autumn

the bonfires are gone

the vine slack

the line taut disappearing in the murk

the fly buzzing in and out of speakers

paspalum and clothes pegs

the families walk away from the shore

little purple towel hanging on the wire

sunday evening mauves in

the machinery halted in mid dig

new improved hotels half empty

clouds gather round the point of evening

thankful for darkening shadows

we have disappeared into history now

we enter the past via the present

soon time moves apart for us swallows us

it opens up we move forward into some time ago

existing only memory sticks to the sides

you were alone when you came in here

your face hidden in planes of grey

the solid cables groan underwater mooring us all to the floor

hardly anyone about in the dells downtown

in the groves of building and the glades of car

in the schools of helicopters swimming through sky

shall we depart then?

shall we make such preparations and plans?

and all the time the soft mouth and nightbelly

and the discarded shallow pleasure of river

rushing back up

into the mountainous height

 

 

 

 

trappings

where the black snouted night delved into hillside a golden sun emerged tumescent and ablaze behold a lilac lake of  blooming tree a silver gallery of mirrored fish flash untrammelled panelled oak soaked light of afternoon the ritual of forest glen the other time of men now evensong is calling vespers sung by lifes own hum roaming through these star cracked places in new lothian yes and my companions sloth and the crazed blackberry girl my rubiest dreams of opalmarine my sentient thoughts go running abreast in fields of teetering amethyst the trappings of a despotic tyrant with my entitled free mantle i explode in hyper semantic priming that pumped up jumped up mind machine mind machine throwing it all together as quick as this electrons interpenetrating  the very wall we hear that old future call  

limbed

limbed

where the black snouted night delved into hillside

a golden sun emerged tumescent and ablaze

behold a lilac lake of  blooming tree

a silver gallery of mirrored fish flash

untrammelled panelled oak soaked light of afternoon

the ritual of forest glen

the other time of men

now evensong is calling

vespers sung by lifes own hum

roaming through these star cracked places in new lothian

yes and my companions sloth and the crazed blackberry girl

my rubiest dreams of opalmarine

my sentient thoughts go running abreast in fields of teetering amethyst

the trappings of a despotic tyrant with my entitled free mantle

i explode in hyper semantic priming that pumped up jumped up mind machine

mind machine throwing it all together as quick as this

electrons interpenetrating  the very wall

we hear that old future call

 

unended

we were living forever in some strange city in some strange day that stretched on and out somebody talking in labyrinthian chambers somebody framed against the pale sky at dawn somebody walking down gardened roads in quiet time slowly somebody else i suppose was following close reality warped in memory though some sanctuary there was or there must have been that where did we hide from wolves and jackal men then? the mind is a mystery it cannot fathom itself it cannot dive deep into its ocean and find all the monsters it cannot sort out the voices and lives it contains it cannot map the forces which have come down to bear on it it cannot always tell sweet truth from brute lie harnessed to anxiety goaded by pride and hammered by doubt (what the fuck am i saying?) it apprehends the world a dim thing immured to beauty immersed in merciless acts wickedness breeds in the swamps of imagination like lust for money like avarice for flesh like need to see hurt and taste blood the mind of human cannot understand the mind of animal the mind of human cannot understand the mind of god we are neither one thing nor the other or maybe in transition try explaining abattoirs to the aliens see if they can buy into it the gods and the aliens with their prints all over me moulding me holding me telling me what to say even if i am mad and my mind is now gone something still out there tells me what to say and how i should say it… i wonder who that is? i wonder who  else is in my mind i wonder how all this came to be here working so well (except for some men) i wonder why […]

Photo on 2-07-13 at 8.45 PM
flash bang wallop

flash bang wallop

we were living forever

in some strange city

in some strange day that stretched on and out

somebody talking in labyrinthian chambers

somebody framed against the pale sky at dawn

somebody walking down gardened roads in quiet time slowly

somebody else i suppose was following close

reality warped in memory though

some sanctuary

there was or there must have been that

where did we hide from wolves and jackal men then?

the mind is a mystery

it cannot fathom itself

it cannot dive deep into its ocean and find all the monsters

it cannot sort out the voices and lives it contains

it cannot map the forces which have come down to bear on it

it cannot always tell sweet truth from brute lie

harnessed to anxiety

goaded by pride

and hammered by doubt

(what the fuck am i saying?)

it apprehends the world a dim thing

immured to beauty

immersed in merciless acts

wickedness breeds in the swamps of imagination

like lust for money like avarice for flesh

like need to see hurt and taste blood

the mind of human cannot understand the mind of animal

the mind of human cannot understand the mind of god

we are neither one thing nor the other

or maybe in transition

try explaining abattoirs to the aliens

see if they can buy into it

the gods and the aliens with their prints all over me

moulding me holding me telling me what to say

even if i am mad and my mind is now gone

something still out there tells me what to say

and how i should say it…

i wonder who that is?

i wonder who  else is in my mind

i wonder how all this came to be here

working so well (except for some men)

i wonder why things are so hard for some

so easy for others

and others who dont even know theyre  playing a game

at first it can seem like all beer and skittles

then snakes n ladders n then i dont know

but youve been dicing with death all along

and must have realised that

when they began the last song