Holy Shit! by We are Creosote
Recorded during the never ending crap of the COVID crisis, I feel this represents our present mindset - garbled voices and general weirdness. It's also our spiritual album, if that spirit is made of Spam and been sat out in the sun for too long.
Dedicated to ex-Mok member Marco Crolla. He did buy me lunch after all.
Tracklist
| 1. | Accuser of the Fucking Brethren | 11:44 |
| 2. | We Are Creosote Unofficial Euro 2020 Anthem | 6:09 |
| 3. | Sinners | 3:40 |
| 4. | The Hidden Compartment | 7:58 |
| 5. | Christiana | 7:19 |
| 6. | Conversations With Van Morrison's Cat | 6:38 |
| 7. | The Apostle of Chapelhall | 8:40 |
| 8. | Delicate Interlude | 1:38 |
| 9. | Bridgeton Exorcism | 4:29 |
| 10. | Four Boxes In The Unspeakable Room | 7:18 |
Credits
released June 27, 2021
1, 7, 10 by Jake/Ed
2, 6 by Ed
3,4,5,8,9 by Jake
Jake/Ed -all samples, otters, romanian monk calls to prays, herons, metal, exorcisms, chanting, vibes, crazy women, and all other very strange sound sources.
'cover; by Jake Bezenby
1, 7, 10 by Jake/Ed
2, 6 by Ed
3,4,5,8,9 by Jake
Jake/Ed -all samples, otters, romanian monk calls to prays, herons, metal, exorcisms, chanting, vibes, crazy women, and all other very strange sound sources.
'cover; by Jake Bezenby
License
All rights reserved.
The messed up electronics of mentally ill Glasgow Southsiders. The rage of not being served in the off license quick enough. The despair as you lose a shoe in a pothole. The far off scream of tyres as an Audi leaves the road and crashes into Queens Park. The sharp tang of skunk haning in the air. A pair of trousers discarded in the street. Puke being eaten by pigeons. That's We Are Creosote.