Burnt Tapes - Don't Make Me Play Bocelli

(photo : Luigi Sibona)

  Back in May of last year I featured a Top 10 list chosen by Shout Louder webzine's Sarah Williams in which she spoke about London based band Burnt Tapes...

"The DIY scene’s answer to emotional behemoths like Iron Chic and Polar Bear Club, The Burnt Tapes have invented an irresistible take on sad punk. Things Get Weird is this band at their gritty, melodic best, showcasing their signature dual gruff vocals and an unmatched capacity for evocative, gut-wrenching lyrics. They’re poised to explode this year: get on the bandwagon now."

  Well hopefully you're all comfortably settled onboard that bandwagon because their time is nigh. February 22nd will see them unleash debut album Never Better. Featuring Panos (vocals/guitar), Phil (vocals/guitar), Tone (bass) and Jordan (drums), it's the sound of a band at the top of their game. 10 modern day emotionally melodic classics, the hooks are many, the lyrics are thoughtful and a definite highlight. As vocalist/guitarist Phil says, "you can expect a lot more self-deprecation and regret."  Burnt Tapes stand out in a genre usually associated with gravel voiced American bands. Whilst you wait for the album to drop check out their back catalogue (plus Never Better's first single) here :   https://burnttapes.bandcamp.com/

You can preorder the album from Wiretap Records : http://wiretaprecords.limitedrun.com/products/634942-burnt-tapes-never-better-lp or Lockjaw Records : https://lockjawrecords.co.uk/shop/the-burnt-tapes-never-better/

This is single number 2, heartfelt and anthemic, it's called Don't Make Me Play Bocelli....

My head weighs heavy, 'cause I keep on forgetting To regret all the fucked up things I did Head down I’m silent You’re screaming but I can’t make out the words Are we living the dream yet? Are we living at all? Filthy habits on repeat In the dark room where we used to sleep And I’m not moving on You’re gonna miss me when I’m gone And you are the reason I’m so hard on myself Tell me what’s the point of being anything? Still holding on to the past Still restless, still full of doubt Should’ve let go of my grudges, been holding on way too tight But I got older, I turned grey Who’s gonna miss you when you’re gone? Now I’m moving on Who’s gonna miss you? You were the reason I’m so hard on myself