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Lapels

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About Me

"When I say War, you say Hol. War!.........c'mooon". Pop songs. Danced to, kissed to, jesus some people even make babies to these things. No matter how 'existencial' and 'enlightening' your brothers post-rock-brit-electronica-indie-progressive-punk band is, there is something endearing, nay, essencial about a good pop song. Even better however, are those pop songs that harbour the very spirit of that dancing, that kissing, and that....baby making. From common people to another girl another planet, pop songs are the soundtrack to one million jilted dances, lonley kisses and...you get it. Lapels are a terrifying and beautiful collage of passive nihalism and slakerdom. Pop culture is raped, mutated, then tucked between the verbs, song by song. Lapels write songs about intergalatic pink panzer troopes hunting dead pop artists. Odes to lost time travellers. Nods to beat poets, and hymns for bus stops. Lapels write songs about love and time travel. And really, what else is there?
"I like to think I listen to a wide variety of music, from the mainest of mainstream to the most underground of local bands. As such, a lot of music just washes over me without making any real impression. It takes the most exceptional of music to really stir up any kind of emotional response in me. Lapels certainly inspire such a response.
Emotions like rage. Pure, unadulterated rage that I have wasted precious minutes of my life listening to this utter drivel. Rage tempered with a sense of melancholy that someone has seen something marketable in this abortion of a record, and at the fact that they will probably have heavy rotation on Scuzz for about a week then fade into obscurity.
Crap, crap crap. Stupid song titles too"
0 out of 10
by Will Slater.

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Member Since: 10/27/2006
Band Website: lapelsandlapelsandlapelsandlapels.com
Band Members: Tim tries to sing and strums broken guitars, Mike croons from behind a dusty kit, Sam twists sub feed from a borrowed bass guitar, Danny drools silk and play guitar.
Influences: patterns
Sounds Like: the influences of Robdee . . . . .http://phobos.apple.com/WebObjects/MZStore.woa/wa/viewAlbum ?id=266175192&s=143444 MyGen Profile Generator Buy the rhubarb bomb's 18 track compilation album 'The Sounds of the Rhubarb Triangle'. Featuring 'The Ballad of Russell San Diego' by our good selves as well as tracks by Pavilion, CryGirlCry, Skint N moralised, The Spills, The Whippets and more. Limited to just 300 copies it's available for the bargai price of £3 (+£1 p+p). Not only that but for every copy sold we will donate £1 to the Samaritans.
Record Label: louder than bombs / philophobia
Type of Label: Indie

My Blog

Hello Cruel World!

Here are more songs about cannibals, nautica, ashes, and authors.Because we want to.x
Posted by Lapels on Mon, 28 Apr 2008 09:53:00 PST

Primary Annual Report Courtesy Of The Modern Insect Glamour Suite

Winter sucks.It's cruel winds blow.And we're washed up on the yuletide.Happy new year everyone.Hold yr terror close.x
Posted by Lapels on Tue, 01 Jan 2008 08:19:00 PST

Too Many Fires In Too Many Houses

Dear Foreverland,Thankyou for being there. Maybe you even bought the Five Reels....We're going to write a record about "Fire and Ghosts" now.See you soon.Love and Time TravelLapels x...
Posted by Lapels on Fri, 09 Nov 2007 02:33:00 PST

Here come the killthreads...

Dear Foreverland,Our heads billowing a ceaseless strata of yawns, we return home. Below is a modest collection of just the sort of self-indulgant bullshit you'd expect a band who's EP is (pr...
Posted by Lapels on Tue, 07 Aug 2007 12:47:00 PST

Killthread Transmission For The Hivemind Colony

Hello Foreverland We are writing. We are mourning. We are aplogizing. We are recording soon.Much love, more Time Travel.Lapels x  
Posted by Lapels on Thu, 19 Jul 2007 05:17:00 PST

Annual Report on behalf of The Team Foreverland Civillian Protection Division.

Hello Foreverland. Whilst outside Prime Ministers dribble apologetic second-hand sentiments into microphones, children get lost and stay there, and Keane records inexplicably continue to sell, here in...
Posted by Lapels on Thu, 24 May 2007 07:37:00 PST

Primary Transmission From Municipal Dream Platoniek

Bombs are, by thier very definition, a bad thing. But when bombs are rhubarb bombs, here we have a rhubarb blitz. Which sounds a somewhat more appetising phenonema altogether, and should probably take...
Posted by Lapels on Wed, 28 Mar 2007 04:56:00 PST

Informercial Transmission From Infinity Lodge.

Dear Team Foreverland, Lapels have begun recording what will probably become known as "Songs from infinity lodge: Half an hour of Love and Time Travel with Lapels", or something equally as labourious ...
Posted by Lapels on Wed, 14 Mar 2007 04:06:00 PST

Festive Transmission From Infinity Lodge.

Back at infinity lodge, Lapels put thier guitars back in such a dusty attic, and don 'comedy' santa hats to usher in the new year. Nick removes black shirt. Tim decides against image-altering haircut....
Posted by Lapels on Wed, 20 Dec 2006 04:50:00 PST

Primary Transmission From Infinity Lodge.

  And so, in the time of seasonal cheer, Lapels put down thier collective challice in time to pick up thier strumming / banging materials, and stagger from infinity lodge wide eyed and drooling. ...
Posted by Lapels on Mon, 04 Dec 2006 04:54:00 PST