OCTOPUS part 3

by Adam Leonard

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OCTOPUS

8 releases over 8 consecutive months, each containing 8 tracks. Releases begin 08/08 (2014).

'Octopus' is an audio retrospective of Adam Leonard's recorded work over the last decade, under his own name, pseudonyms, side-projects and collaborations, bringing together music from sold-out limited edition releases, album outtakes, demos, live versions, soundtrack work, BBC sessions and cover versions. All eight 'tentacles' features previously unreleased material. Stylistically impossible to pin down 'Octopus' issues forth Ivor Cutler-style harmonium dirges, acoustic guitar/vocal visions, pulsing analogue electronics, laptop prog, spooky instrumentals, glassy-eyed drones, piano torch songs and ... more.

Schedule
8th August 2014 - ‘Octopus’ (part 1)
8th September 2014 - ‘Octopus’ (part 2)
8th October 2014 - ‘Octopus’ (part 3)
8th November 2014 - ‘Octopus’ (part 4)
8th December 2014 - ‘Octopus’ (part 5)
8th January 2015 - ‘Octopus’ (part 6)
8th February 2015 - ‘Octopus’ (part 7)
8th March 2015 - ‘Octopus’ (part 8)

Each release will be a free download for one month, and £4 thereafter.

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released October 8, 2014

All tracks written by Adam Leonard except (1) Alan Davidson (The Kitchen Cynics), (8) Leonard/Cooke. All instruments and vocals by Adam Leonard, except (1) Electric and bass guitar by Conor Mason, (2) Bass and electric guitar by Gareth Davies, Drums by Jana Landolt (8) Vocals by Ash Cooke.

(1) Mixed by Conor Mason.
(8) Previously released under the name REDLIP. Mixed by Ash Cooke.

Sleeve by Lisa Byrne (www.wrappedinplasticphotography.co.uk)

Enquiries: adamleonard@hotmail.com
Web: www.themessagetapes.com
Facebook: www.facebook.com/themessagetapes

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Adam Leonard Londonderry, UK

"He's unfairly adept at all of these styles, and defies both logic, and conventional form in his ability to construct a convincing, detailed tapestry from materials which should result in a patchwork outcome at best" - Nathan Ford, The Active Listener

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Track Name: The Archaeologist (band version)
The archeologist
Loosened his grip and dismissed
The biggest scoop of the century
Didn’t know that he might be

Inside the future’s history books
Framed with his dashing looks
Holding up his discovery
A face that cried out worship me, worship me

But his conscience said
Well, is that it?

No he thought – this can’t be
What it appears to be
For that would fly right in the face
Of all we know of time and space

So he labelled the artefact
‘Anomalous’ and he packed
His find into a box
Of low green light and equinox

And his heart repeated
Well, is that it?

When it was safely hid
Between glass and wooden lid
He had a feeling deep inside
A faded flashback, something died

He feared that the eclipse
Signalled apocalypse
Blinked into the morning sky
Of empty dreams and alibi

And the voices echoed
Well, is that it?
Track Name: The Carrion Herd
Here they come in their tomato shirts
Over graves like carrion in herds
Challenging germ theory as they run
So sorry that I missed you and your gun

Now a bee is trapped inside my skull
Like the cage which holds the screaming gull
Huge machines in deep space orbiting
Saturn, tending to her rainbow rings

Eden’s engine powered by final breaths
Runs on pictures signalling your death
After building churches, miming hymns
The ghost is leaving, dripping from my skin

Seize the granite vine and swing to me
Through the pelvic floor of energy
Out into the turquoise flashing sky
Silhouettes a deep blue dragonfly

The carrion continue on their way
Why’d you never have a thing to say?
Othersiders yell to sabotage
Your head of petals and your camouflage

The liner’s on the roof, it did capsize
It’s path illuminated by cats eyes
All tomato shirts merge into one
The engine sparks and spurts and then it’s gone