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Auf ihrem 8ten, zusammen mit James Hoare (Proper Ornaments/Ultimate Painting) aufgenommenen Album vibriert die Bude ob des knalligen Fuzzgitarrensounds, den paukigen Drums und der Prägnanz des Songwritings. Das Album steht in seiner Wuchtigkeit diametral zum eher sanften Folk-Pop-Vorgänger vor 5 Jahren und bezieht sich auf Garagerock, Shoegazer und Psychedelic Fuzz. Es ist die Reaktion auf den erbärmlichen Zustand dieser Welt, dafür werden die Verzerrer aufgerissen, das Mikro hin und her getauscht für Songs über Weltreligion, über Victor Jara und Dichter und Lehrer, die sterben mussten, weil sie an die Liebe und das Wort glaubten, über okkulte Terroristen mit niedrigem IQ, über die Godfrey Brothers, über Lou Reeds trauernden Hund oder über diejenigen, die in ihrer ruhmreichen Vergangenheit stecken geblieben sind und keinen Blick für die Gegenwart haben. Eine Platte voller Liebe und voller Wut.Here comes the beat of the broken street…

‚Fireraisers‘ as in those with flames in veins – had enough of the never ending spiral of stupidity and hate and greed and religious/political hypocrisy– the inexorable rise of the moron mind and those sleepwalking in their lazy hives letting THEM do this to US… a modern rite to burn away all this to the ground and see what nice flowers rise up from the ground… we imagine an army of disenchanted, beaten down kids becoming modern anarchist magicians drawing dumb sgylls of dada retribution … ‚if we all spit together we can drown the bastards‘.

Recorded in a living room in North London with James Hoare (The Proper Ornaments/Ultimate Painting) with the help of Joseph Harvey-Whyte (Hanging Stars) pedal steeliest. Then turned into the record it is by drummer/producer M.J. Taylor who also produced our LP ‚Realistes‘ – the closest cousin to this one … songs about the evil greedy mirage of world religion, Victor Jara and those poets and teachers killed for believing in love and words, about the forgotten who are blamed for everything and can’t rise up from their knees to fight back, about the high street Kali-Yuga, occult terrorists with low IQ but high ESP, about the Godfrey Brothers, about Lou Reed’s mourning dog on a road trip trying to bury his masters mullet somewhere in the desert, about those stuck in the glory days of their past myopic of the present and all the other usual losers and romantics we always bang on about – with added melody and stomp … giving no real answers but pointing fingers and prodding you in the back … in defiance of just staying silent and letting the morons win.

So Comet Gain is still alive longer than we should – still trying to be a collective and an idea emerging every now and then with the same grumpy erratic sounds – this one’s louder than the last one but sometimes maybe quieter. It’s made from an amazement that the hate mind is winning and we’re not doing anything about it – we’re still voting for these bozos and not burning the whole ugly facade to the ground. And it’s filled with love and rage. And its about 40 minutes long which is always a good thing.