Saturday, 5 December 2015

Epic Problem - Petrol Blue


  Last year I posted an excellent song called Missiles On The Roof by Manchester band Holiday. Earlier this year Holiday released a split ep with another great band, Epic Problem. The song's that Epic Problem contributed to that ep have just resurfaced on a compilation album called '11-'14 which collects together all their material thus far and it's one of those songs that I'm posting today.

  Epic Problem are from New Mills, Derbyshire, and as hinted at by the title of their album, they've been together since 2011. Their first release was the 3 track Battles ep, this was followed in 2013 by the 6 track All Broken. 2014 saw them release the Lines ep and this year it's been the split with Holiday and the compilation. You can check them out here : https://epicproblem2.bandcamp.com/.

  They describe their music as melodic and angry street punk, their guitarist Mackie (Neil McLennan), was previously a mainstay of another New Mills band, Blitz. Also in the band are Jake McCullough (vocals/guitar), Anthony Morrison (Morry) (bass/vocals) and Simon Dunnington (drums). Their sound owes a debt to all your favourite gruff voiced melodic punk acts, think of the likes of Leatherface, The Beltones, Off With Their Heads, The GC5 etc.

  One of my favourites of theirs, this is Petrol Blue.....


Petrol blue was the colour of the sky that day 
When we plotted and we schemed, we planned out getaway 
Gotta get out of this Godforsaken one horse fucking town 
And I'm never coming back, I'm never turning round 

And the grass might not be greener 
Doesn't matter, I'm colour blind 
The streets might not be paved with gold 
But I know to me they'll shine 

Gotta get away from small minded small town mentality 
Away from casual racisim and cod philosophy 

But it's a long way down from the top back to the bottom 
Tired of everybody getting in your face 
Yeah, it's a long way down from the top back to the bottom 
When you hit every branch along the way 

Bitter sweet was the taste in the air that night 
Razor sharp was the thorn that stuck into my side 
Anachronistic plotted history I've heard a thousand fucking times 
You're a living premonition just to ugly to disguise 

And as I write away my chance to get away as far as I can 
My past ingrained into my future as I fall back down again 
Those satrs shine brightest on the darkest nights 
Bit I long for the days 
With all my dreams infront ofme 
Behind that petrol haze

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