Get all 11 Superintendent Idle Tiger releases available on Bandcamp and save 35%.
Includes unlimited streaming via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality downloads of Troubled Makers, 1-offs, The Human Heart Is Not All There, A Minor Writer, Sweeping Tendrils, Karl Marx Swimwear Line, Liverman, The Case for Planning your own Funeral, and 3 more.
1. |
Enamel
03:14
|
|
||
2. |
|
|||
3. |
|
|||
|
I was ambient before you was ambient
I was hardly ever there
I was in hospital before you was in hospital
I was resting in a chair
I was deep listening, I was just whispering
I was like Alvin Lucier
Like Eno, like Nyman, Oliveros and Feldman
I had no intentions. I was going nowhere.
I was in hospital before you was in hospital
I was resting in a chair.
I was saying goodbye
I could not contain myself
No wish to explain myself
I don’t wish to try
My body’s a lie
My spirit is wandering
And everyone’s wondering
When will they die
I was ambient before you was ambient
I was barely even there.
I had nothing non-essential, I was elegant, I was mental,
I was resting in a chair.
I just played one note. They admired my restraint
I was resting in a chair
At thirty minute intervals they shone a torch on my face
To check I was there.
I was the seminal minimal animal
All my ports were in the air
I was like furniture; I was the caretaker
My loops disintegrated in a room beyond repair
I was saying goodbye
Just wished to erase myself
But I stumbled onstage again
O don’t ask me why
My body’s a lie
My spirit is wandering
And everyone’s wondering
When will they die
|
||||
4. |
Mucky Mouse
06:56
|
|
||
|
Mucky Mouse is here to steal your heart, kids.
Mucky Mouse is here to steal your heart, kids.
Mucky Mouse is here to steal your heart, kids.
What's for lunch? Is it Funster Munch?
It’s hard to be a jokeshop mouse in this day and age.
The children gather round my feet,
There’s a problem with my face.
A fieldmouse freak teaching kids how to dance:
What could possibly go wrong?
The People of the Mucky Kingdom just keep sausaging along,
Unsupervised, unsupervised, unsupersupervised.
You shuffle your feet and you screw up your eyes:
What could possibly go wrong?
Now wave both your arms like you’re warning your neighbour
Cos he’s an unconscionable nob,
And scream like your boss is extracting your labour,
Scream like you’re bored of your job.
Writhe like you’re writing yourself out of history,
Twist like you’re missing the point of the mystery,
Dance like you’re being dragged round Northern Upholstery.
Mucky will stop your mates laughing at you ,
They’ll throw them in a pit
Throw them in a pit
Mucky will stop your mates laughing at you,
They’re gonna throw them in a skip,
Throw them in a skip.
Don’t listen to those who insist on ambition,
Stay in bed and play;
Mucky will phone you in sick, anyway
We’ll all be massively sick one day.
There’s something in my little bag
What do you think it is?
(Is it Funster Munch?)
There’s language in my languid lung
What do you think it is?
(Give us Funster Munch!)
I’m performing,
I’m expectorating,
What do you think of this, kids?
I’m performing,
I’m micturating,
What do you think of this, kids?
|
||||
5. |
|
|||
|
It’s a rotten little racket that your landlord has devised
Convincing you your neighbourhood’s a brand.
If you’re not a total write-off you can fester in the basement
That’s the kind of privilege they grant.
It’s a sordid little swindle that your landlord has devised
As if housing is an service they provide.
For all of the community, a rental opportunity
An offering from high above, open wide
The profits in their pockets say the world that we’ve designed
Approves of profiteering parasites
But what happens to the landlords when their lease on life expires
Through sickness, misadventure or a crime?
They fall into an underworld where they’re compelled to find
A decent piece of property to have
But Lucifer will read their applications with a sigh
And ask them if they’re trying to have a laugh
The landlord says to Lucifer, “My credentials are the best,
And I can guarantee my life with this deposit.
And I don’t intend to the live down here, I only wish to buy
And flip it from a distance for a profit”
“Your reputation here precedes you,” Lucifer replies
“How you do your business like a spiv
And furthermore there’s no excuse for anyone to buy
A house in which they have no plans to live.
I can hand over the keys, but you’ll have to come with me” he says,
Producing chloroform from his supply kit.
“And Belial and Abaddon are living here right now
If you try to renovict them, they won’t like it.
This is not a source of income, you see, hell is someone’s home
An attractive deal for first and last-time buyers.
And no offense,” says Lucifer, “but you can’t need that much dough
To fulfill all your uninteresting desires.
This is not your next investment, this is your eternal rest home:
This infernal pit is where you’re fit to be.
Because if property and people are of calculable worth
Then we’re talking the same language, you and me.”
It’s a rotten little racket that your landlord has devised
Convincing you your neighbourhood’s a brand.
A foolish man builds houses in the sand
And a foolish man builds markets on the teaching of Ayn Rand.
|
||||
6. |
|
|||
|
A decadent mascot with a dickhead mouse mask on
A teatime theme with gratuitous sax on
The child is sexed with the sounding of a klaxon
The laughtrack track laughs on and on
I reject these things
The children don’t dance, they just sit on their arses
Completely at the mercy of market forces,
As smug as a Ted Talk by Edward the Confessor:
There Are Big Changes Coming / How To Impress Your Assessor
Yes, "in enterprise," you say, "it’s horses for courses"
You’re a dolt and you don’t even know what a horse is.
I don't trust unregulated markets
Because 1) I’ve had sex in Leeds city market
And 2) I'm a mouse
And 3) I'm a marxist
But you need me to raise your kids on the tv screen
Just leave them with me I will teach them to see
I’ve got language, athletics, and I’ve got mathematics
You’re young and dumb and full of sums
I’ve got some skills I’m gonna give you some.
I’ve got critical feedback from mumsnet mums
I dare you to tell me you’re not having fun
I reject these things
A decadent mascot with a dickhead mouse mask on
A teatime theme with gratuitous sax on
The child is sexed with the sounding of a klaxon
The laughtrack track laughs on and on…
An absolute rascal on a government task force
Riding on a black horse, sipping from a flask of bovril
He wants to inspect all the fun and he’s waving a perplexing gas bill
Looking like a plexiglass elon musk with an axe he keeps hidden in a plastic mac
He’s trying to distract us waiting for the government to pass bills
Banning smart sexy shit like this when you turn on Netflix for kids
Well kids, I’ll you tell this: if you want to find where the fun is hid
I’d suggest that you start just by lifting up your dustbin lid.
I reject these things
|
||||
7. |
|
|||
If you like Superintendent Idle Tiger, you may also like:
Dialing up the afro-futuristic stylings of Sun Ra and Innerzone Orchestra, this Italian trio conjure up percussive cosmic vibes.
go to album
Four new rowdy, impossibly catchy songs from this post-punk group who bridge rough-edged New Zealand-style pop with darker, steelier sounds.
go to album
The duo of Laurel Uziell (Tooth Rust) and Georgie McVicar wed jagged, noisy electronics to eerie, glitched-out poetry readings.
go to album
The Living World's Demands
by Ami Dang
The Baltimore composer’s latest plays like a collage, each track emphasizing a different facet of her style.
go to album
In Another Life
by Sandro Perri
featured on Bandcamp Radio Aug 14, 2018
go to album
Later at Whitby's
by wild bill ricketts
featured on Bandcamp Radio Sep 5, 2017
go to album
featured on Bandcamp Radio Mar 15, 2016
go to album
