John DobsonComment

I BROKE UP IN AMARANTE BY LOS CAMPESINOS!

John DobsonComment
I BROKE UP IN AMARANTE BY LOS CAMPESINOS!

Always news to brighten up a new year, we are promised a new Los Campesinos! record in 2017.

So mark February 24 in your diary, for that is the release date for Sick Scenes. The announcement came last November alongside the release of lead track I Broke Up In Amarante, of which frontman Gareth says: "The song’s about battling with bad mental health, trying to comfort and reason with yourself over something you can’t control. Specifically it’s about how my main coping mechanism was to keep myself constantly drunk in the blistering heat of Amarante while being failed by a largely terrible international football tournament."

The first song to be taken from LC!'s forthcoming 6th album, Sick Scenes, released 24th February 2017. Pre-order the album now: https://kontraband.store/loscampesinos/ Gareth: “The song’s about battling with bad mental health, trying to comfort and reason with yourself over something you can’t control. Specifically it’s about how my main coping mechanism was to keep myself constantly drunk in the blistering heat of Amarante while being failed by a largely terrible international football tournament.” Tom: ‘In March 2016 I went to Melbourne to produce a record for a band called Ceres. We went super deep on the details and textures for their album, but it was the songs themselves that left me with a hunger to do something with a similar energy. I’d had the chorus sitting around for years, but it was only when I had the idea to use it as a major-key payoff to a minor verse that it made sense, and played over a loop of a distorted bowed saw, it all came together really quickly.” I found a home away from home as I broke up in Amarante In the Campo do Carvalhal centre circle every day Erratic kamikaze, I copiloted the swift Dreamt I’m anchoring that midfield, like the anchor in my midriff I drifted through a month alone as I broke up in Amarante Nursed a two beer buzz for four whole weeks because it’s the only way to feel sane The newspaper front on the counter top emblazoned spot kick miss I couldn’t even hum in your mother tongue, just a thumbs down and raspberry kiss (It seems unfair) To be a rotten horn of plenty (It seems unfair) To be cadaver for a curse (It seems unfair) To be an overflow for empty (It seems unfair) To try your best but feel the worst I threw an empty bottle from way up, it thudded into the maw Truth be told I spent the afternoon, and I threw fifteen more I’m woken by a honking horn, hungover, spread-eagle Strength between the clicking crickets’ knees enough to crush my skull You really can’t complain, it’s just a holiday You fill a wall chart out, thirty-one days away

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