WOW!!!!!!!!!!!

holy shit...

oh my god....

WHERE HAS THIS BAND BEEN ALL MY LIFE?!



ok, i'd heard of And Also the Trees before today, because of their close ties to The Cure in the early 80's. I'd heard a few of their songs before, which for some reason were instrumentals, and I was kind of unimpressed. Anyway, I stumble upon them yesterday and I just took a 2 hour walk in the sun listening to them and...I think they are my second favourite band. I don't even know the singer's name yet but his lyrics are so fucking awesome!!! SO GOOOD!!! and the guitar is soooooo early 80's robert smith / flanger / chorus / delay Fender 6 string bass. Hot damn I'm excited!! hahaha

even the fact that it's my birthday tomorrow can't get me down!!

The man is a fucking genius!!! a seemingly pretentious one, but then again, all the best ones are.

The stuff is pretty dark so it obviously isn't for every day listening, however, it's really shimmery and beautiful too. it kind of makes me think of summer for some reason. also, the singer's delivery is really, really interesting. His voice is good (not great), but he has the most interesting style.

This song is my favourite so far. He kinda sounds like a much less Scottish version of Aidan from Arab Strap. does anyone write lyrics like this anymore?! Studio version is better, but this one has been remastered.





Gone like the Swallows

Balancing on the wind
Leaning on the cliff edge wind, in limbo
He watched sand running through the fingers
of his left hand into the palm of his right
He sees someone walking in a hot dry wasteland
Young, hesitant steps
Recognised her crooked fringe and narrow eyes
Threadbare, summer patterned, dirty cotton flowered dress
Scratched ankles and nail bitten hands
Wanted to touch her cool brown hair
But she was gone...
And his old tired face was as still as ever
An aeroplane hummed high up in the sky
Way up above the clouds
A green teapot, a pair of boots
A broken pocket, watch and chain
A born dead baby pig
Lying, pure white... bloodless
Soft and smooth as a gloved lady's hand
A spinning wheel, a bill hook
An umbrella, empty bottles, a tin bath
A hat stand and a slate grey pill box hat
Sailed past his grabbing hands
And were gone... like the swallows
Stuttered words, stuttered words
Voices asking questions he cannot hear
Come and find us
Step back or you'll fall
But the aeroplane is humming so loud now
Trying to cling to the summer cotton
Light threadbare patterned sleeveless
Flowered dirty carnation sunflower
Sweatstained primrose threadbare
Dirty disappearing decaying flowered
Fading cotton forgotten fucking summer dress(!!!!)
But it was gone...
Gone like the swallows



Fucking EPIC!!!!!!