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EMPTY PLINTHS

by GRAND COLLAPSE

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  • Record/Vinyl + Digital Album

    DTTH70 /// 2021
    * LP vinyl 12"
    * 11 tracks
    * black vinyl, blue marble, clear with red and white splatter vinyl

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1.
Waves 03:16
A shallow tide under the night’s clear sky brings to life the fleeting hopes of those who’ve left behind all they know. A swift escape from the carnage brought on by psychopathic directors. Moving away from all the bloodshed towards the coast; travelling light, huddled tight and praying those waves don’t rise before the unconvincing vessel takes its course. Not much of a choice, facing a desperate sail fraught with risk. No cause, just an instinct of survival, slowly trudging north in search of solace and reprieve. Any sort of sanctuary from the ordeal and grief. Surely they’ll see? No... Caught between the margins, left outside; face down, bridge pulled, door closed, rug swept. No hope at the end of this arduous path where morons wait with a scowl in staunch defence of ‘our’ exclusive haven. Perfect bliss for the megalomaniacs and jingoist.
2.
The penny dropped and he fucking spent it. Can’t bring himself to curtail the ruse. His faith is long gone but how on earth could he turn his back to those hang on to every damn word so to confirm their own credulity? “Praise the Lord!” As he clears his throat to address the crowd a bead of sweat runs down his brow. The old monastic walls echo the sound. Casually he mumbles to himself, drowned out by the choral. A joyous rapture yelled by disciples. Don’t fear the reaper. Fear yourself.
3.
Sullen Fever 02:44
‘Said she needed to console down by the sea front “take some air and clear the head out” We battled up against the blowing gale trying not mention what had tore at our hearts; tears drying on our cheeks. The gloomy skyline and pissing rain only sought to maintain sullen fever Our subtle deadened hands tightly gripped inside my coat Though we could barely feel the skin there was very little spoken We’d already been through every feeling, every thought Drained of fervour. Worn out vibe. Withdrawn and weary eyed... And just like that the clouds began to bare rays of sun that cut right through the air and beamed like a laser right across the damp sand. A momentary breach of the silence that had grown. Our grip began to loosen and a wistful smile rose.
4.
Panic Room 03:12
Fury pours through the mind. Tension builds every time that I cast my mind, haul it back, and think of all those pointless & painful acts in which you displayed the leading role. You left us bare and broken and took from me my heart and soul. There’s no way this anger will ever fade. It’s like some fucked up livid draw. I cannot circumvent the lure. Took the brunt, can’t take no more. Such duress brought on by your violent control. And here as I sit in this empty room, the last one up again, sipping away at this warm dented can I’m trying to understand all this ache. Nothing seems too clear.
5.
Scratching. Clawing. Waiting too long. Fighting. Dying. Nothing is wrong. Wasting time. Pouring scorn. Climbing. Falling. Counting the days Work hard. Mouth shut. So far, so good.
6.
Amygdala 02:05
What is that blinding light? I’m fucking petrified! Spare me this incubus... Wake! Free Falling through the air A long way down from here Hands out to halt to halt the drop... Wake! Feel the burning from the fallout Faces melting in the street Out of breath from the chase And now I’m face to face With an ineffable thing... Wake! Thing draws a rusty Scythe It seems I’m pressed for time These walls are closing in... Wake! Buried underneath the ground Feel the pressure pushing down Screaming away! Heard from afar! Please tear out my amygdala!
7.
Outlined, word for word; “This scheme is designed to allow participants to take ownership of situations within an ever-changing criminal landscape. You’ll be an investigator taking on a role to manage a diverse caseload. In everything you do you’ll be adaptive to change, eager to find solutions to complex problems, maintain a flexible view as situations change and be able to show compassion to the communities you will serve.” Thinly veiled; rat on your neighbours. Pick up the phone and have a nice chat with your newly appointed criminal pact. *Excerpt taken from UK police website, May 2020, encouraging the public to inform the police of any unusual activity in their community.
8.
Dock 02:17
Nothing changes around this part of town. A fever fills the air right about now. I’d better keep my eyes fixed on the ground and tune in to that ever raucous sound; sirens over hostile tones and pounding rain on the windswept stones. Every pathway and every turn bares a retention I wish I could unlearn. Wasted resentment, the blood & the tears, held in the landscape for all of these years. Not all hard luck stories that’s for sure. My own fuck up’s continue to taunt. A reckless account. A foolish defeat. Memory lane aint all it’s cracked up to be. Ice cold breathes up from the dock to chill the bloodstained concrete blocks. Every pathway and every turn bares a retention I wish I could unlearn. Wasted resentment, the blood & the tears, held in the landscape for all of these years.
9.
Spare me the bullshit. Drop the deception. Nobody cares for your gratification. I’ve heard enough of this rubbish to know that when your sweat, brought on by the burning sun, falls upon the scorched grass beneath your gun and your pray stops to take its final breathe before you pull and release, you’re not concerned with the care, preservation or safety of breeds that you mention. It’s just a cover for your savage beliefs; for your blood-thirst and a chance to display your romance or the kill with a prize. Skip the act. Pull the guise.
10.
Holding on for dear life to the bloodstained straws of empire with your badly lacerated palms; slipping slowly out of view. Just let go. You’re not fooling anybody except yourself. Marching on to the beat of this dull antiquated tune, penned by tyrants & sung by cowards all the way to the brink. Turn it down. You’re not fooling anybody except yourself. Your delusions. Your conceit. Your reactions; It’s plain to see... It’s written in the contracts signed at ExCeL Adorned in the sweeping flames at Grenfell It’s Dotted in the tents of the Calais Jungle It’s scrawled across your face.
11.
Clear of falling dust. It’s easier to see. A true reflection on the futile things that we missed or didn’t know how to resist before the revolt. Now monarchs and deities are an ancient joke recounted by the old worn out folk who’ve seen it all, the whole damn mess; pitiful speeches by the rulers dressed in velvet robes and great big crowns; a parliament packed out with coked up clowns; warehoused animals bred for food; warehoused humans with numbers tattooed; poor on poor race divides much to the rich old pricks delight; a landscape filled with effigies of baleful men... It’s hard to truly comprehend. Empty Plinths are a stark reminder of our own indignation. Our release from worn down ligatures, so to speak. Can’t sleep, can’t think, can’t quite believe how bad things got before the pull back when finally it snapped and shattered into bits and peasants held up shards above their heads. Now to ensure that all the pain and suffering was not in vain. To free the earth from this scourge. Closer to being free from a curse.

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released August 8, 2021

Music & Lyrics by GRAND COLLAPSE /// 2021
DTTH70

Produced, Mixed & Mastered by Lewis Johns at The Ranch Production House. Cover art by John Abell. Graphics by Welly Artcore. Photo y Boo.

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