The Clinch - Basecamp

  The Clinch (https://www.facebook.com/theclinchofficial/) are a street punk 5 piece from Melbourne who formed in 2017 and who's music takes it's influences from the best of 80's east London oi!, punk, Aussie rock and traditional union songs. Lining up with Steve Bunce (Vocals), Luke Mathews (Guitar), Andy Lynch (Guitar), Brendan McRae (Bass) and Sam Barker (Drums) they're preparing to release a follow up to acclaimed debut album Our Path Is One. It's going to be titled Basecamp and it'll be available on vinyl and cd on Sunny Bastards (and on cd on OSU! Records in Australia). The digital version will precede it and will be on the usual platforms on 23rd March.

  The album contains 11 catchy, anthemic singalongs. Gritty vocals stand out nice and clear over instruments that are played with gusto by a band that have clearly honed their skills supporting the likes of Cockney Rejects, SLF, The Exploited etc... The album was produced by Jason Fuller, who also produced one of last year's best albums : St Anger by Private Function, so you know it's going to sound great. There's a launch for it on 18th April at Bendingo Hotel, Collingwood with support from NZ/Melb heavyweights No Class, Brisbane originals Plan of Attack, local legends Bulldog Spirit, melodic Oi! from The Opposition and up and coming powerhouse The Stripp and you can check out details here : https://www.facebook.com/events/868057103652674/

  I'll play an unreleased track on this week's Just Some Punk Songs show (later today and then throughout the week on various global radio stations  :   https://www.facebook.com/events/829393824223940/ ) but on here today I'm posting the video for the title track. This is Basecamp...


There are red lines in the sand
Total sites of state control
Rocket fuel for a just cause
Disappointment never sees parole
A shock through the central nerve
Turn down through leaded soul
Crawl forward on burning rags
Crawl back from a shallow hole
And the searchlight hurts my eyes
As they open for the first time
Cos the light wont save me now
Save me from my own
And to go back to the start
To the start where I was gold
Basecamp pointed to the stars
Basecamp far from home
On the verge of nothing
Painted statues unravel, unfold
Sealed with a kiss on paper wings
Never said I didn’t like the cold
No ground from which you came
Lets water rise, blackened fault
Memory working steel in war
Broken down by force recalled
And the sunlight hurts my eyes
As they open for the first time
Cos the light won’t save me now
Save me from my own
And to go back to the start
To the start where I was gold
Basecamp pointed to stars
Basecamp far from home