Cello Dub
by A Band Of Buriers
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about
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A Band Of Buriers is an English alternative folk band that blends folk and alternative rap elements together. The band consists of James P Honey, an accomplished alt-rapper, singer and poet and Jamie Romain, a classically trained cellist. Their melodic blend of cello and acoustic guitar combined with a beautiful female backing choir compliments the abstract and imaginative poetry of their lyrics, resulting in grand songs fractured with a fragile beauty.
So it continues. The anticipation for the new album from A Band Of Buriers builds yet further with the release of this, the second single taken from the album, in the form of the astonihsingly affective 'Cello Dub', which sees the mighty Buriers at their most hypnotically rousing, delivering a magically wonderous climactic piece filled with gloom and joy in equal measure. Be sure to fix yourself a copy directly and begin to keenly anticipate the full-length album, entitled 'Filth', coming July 10th on Decorative Stamp.
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A Band Of Buriers is an English alternative folk band that blends folk and alternative rap elements together. The band consists of James P Honey, an accomplished alt-rapper, singer and poet and Jamie Romain, a classically trained cellist. Their melodic blend of cello and acoustic guitar combined with a beautiful female backing choir compliments the abstract and imaginative poetry of their lyrics, resulting in grand songs fractured with a fragile beauty.
So it continues. The anticipation for the new album from A Band Of Buriers builds yet further with the release of this, the second single taken from the album, in the form of the astonihsingly affective 'Cello Dub', which sees the mighty Buriers at their most hypnotically rousing, delivering a magically wonderous climactic piece filled with gloom and joy in equal measure. Be sure to fix yourself a copy directly and begin to keenly anticipate the full-length album, entitled 'Filth', coming July 10th on Decorative Stamp.
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credits
released 28 May 2012
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Written and performed by A Band Of Buriers
Recorded at Grannyflat Studios by Mish Pharaon
Produced by A Band Of Buriers with Thomas Lowrey
Mastered by Thomas Lowrey
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A Band Of Buriers are : James P Honey, Jamie Romain, Annie Broadbent, Anna Byers, Georgia Maguire, Sophie Nurse, Julia Charteris and Matthew Romain
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Decorative Stamp Number Twenty-One - DST.021
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Written and performed by A Band Of Buriers
Recorded at Grannyflat Studios by Mish Pharaon
Produced by A Band Of Buriers with Thomas Lowrey
Mastered by Thomas Lowrey
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A Band Of Buriers are : James P Honey, Jamie Romain, Annie Broadbent, Anna Byers, Georgia Maguire, Sophie Nurse, Julia Charteris and Matthew Romain
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Decorative Stamp Number Twenty-One - DST.021
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- Track Name: Cello Dub
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what can one say now that all that remains here is hollow scolded shame and a warped parade smouldering in cooling ash a backdrop built from fabrics woven atop falling trees in tiny animals inside a heart drawn along a spine
and I am gone cross hatched long before the shade began to make a carve and mould all the heroes never told in all the old books folding back on their own spines and trying longingly to fly into the dumb and boring opalescent clear that floats so near above our doom
if you do just as they say you may be rich or even known as a shape hidden inside the golden lined briefcase handcuffed to a faceless acrid man standing swollen on a broken vending machine pleading with the clouds to sink and swallow warmth
and the rust is bleeding on us in scuffed and wretched long streams and these mountains made of paparemached folding money burn and all will fall for waltzing mutilated muse all odious and on a payslip dipped in vanity clutching your god
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