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Inspired by the impeccable auditory euphoria of Butthole Surfers, the Clash and Cosmic Psychos, 'Chrome Lung' tells the story of Finnigan Fink; a troublesome middle aged man and master manipulator whose mischievous past comes back to haunt him after a day of ne'er-do-welling. Sitting at home and lazing about after a day of half-arsing his ambiguous "job", a repressed high from his younger days of nangs and thangs comes up to greet him in the form of hellish shadow monsters that are beckoning him to a sad and somewhat pathetic death. 'Chrome Lung' sonically grows in intensity, complexity, dexterity, elasticity to a psycho-billy crescendo dipping it's toes in garage, psychedelia, pub and classic punk rock.
Finnigan Fink collected aerosol tins
As a kid he sucked the air out of antiperspirant
Called it sweet, insolent, inhalation, innocent eyes
Deodorizing parental concern
Grew up with a gut, working half a job
Dismissing kindness with the kick of a donation bucket
Soon that bucket will be his life
The kick will be a repressed high
Cracked out, got nothin' to do
Sittin' in the dark, singin' the blues
King of the couch, I'm coming for you
Gonna make a seance out of your room
Feet up, TV on, cartoons or pretty blondes
Searches for himself underneath his belt
Feels a prick, draws blood and hopes to god they don't smell
But the vicious incision continues to swell
Chrome lung, no fun makes the shadows dance
Blood spray becomes a stream, the shadow’s advance
Higher they rise now
Turn his house into a dank storm cloud
You've been looking out the window as the seasons change
Tryna look good, tryna save face
You burnt out, bored rat in a cage
Gonna trap you in your own head space
Finnigan, face to face with an old friend
The TV speaks, but Finn turns his head
He knows those infomercials they hold no truth
The search for youth will be the death of you
'Hey you!' That voice ‘I'm here to take you away'
High up in the clouds, this time you're gonna stay
'I know that you’re scared, why don't you take my hand?'
Finnigan was never seen again!
Oh boy, been long since you left home
Step into your mind, you'll find it's covered in chrome
Finn, my man the apparitions are true
We're coming for you!
credits
released January 6, 2020
Guitar and vocals: Jordan Newitt
Bass guitar and vocals: Alex Brown
Drums: Isabella Vosdoganis
Recorded by: Erica Fordham and Rose Recla
Mixed by: Erica Fordham
Mastered by: Nicholas Rakers
Formed in 2017, Earl Grey's Breakfast Tea are a three piece Melbourne based band brewing garage rock and alternative punk
with flavours of psychedelia. The trio put an energetic spin on modern rock which is matched by their authentic chemistry on stage, concocting a dynamic live set not to be missed.
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