Finance and Other Trivialities: Special Editions???

Written by simonindelicate on August 23, 2010 – 5:29 pm -

Well here’s the thing:

It turns out that vinyl is quite expensive.

No doubt you knew that already, and we knew it too deep down – but we were still a little bit surprised when the quote came back from the vinyl people and it turned out that, having spent most of the money we made from SFSL on making David Koresh Superstar and basic subsistence, we couldn’t really afford to risk placing the order.

We’ve costed it all out and we reckon that, in order to produce a limited run of 250-300 LPs we need to sell at least 90 of them in advance, either on their own or as part of the special edition package that we’ll get to in a minute.

So if – as many of you have approached us to say that you do – you want vinyl you’re going to have to take a step into the world of trust based economics and work with us on something:

Basically, if you would like to buy Songs For Swinging Lovers on vinyl, we’re going to ask you to pre-order it now.

If we don’t get enough pre-orders by the end of September we will refund all money paid. If we get to 90, we’ll place the order with the pressing company and those who pre-order will get their signed copies (+ a link to a pre-order only bonus track) days after we do.

We appreciate that this is a big ask, but if we don’t do it this way, we can’t do it at all – it is, very literally, up to you.

So – if you’d like to place an order, you have several options, all available at:

http://corporaterecords.co.uk/Indelicates_Store/special.html

1. Signed Vinyl LP only – £18

+ link to pre-order only bonus track

2. Special Edition – £72 (£60 w/out CD)

price will increase to £80 after pre-order period

Includes:

Signed Vinyl LP

+ Pre-order only bonus track

+ CD copy

+ ‘Antique Lace Under Musee Glass’ – art/poster book

+ Lyric book

+ A signed, limited edition print of one of Julia’s photographs from the DDR radio building where the album was recorded

+ SFSL shrinky-dink necklace

+ A short length of the actual rope we used to hang ourselves on the cover

+ Fudge

Super Special Edition – £300

Includes:

The Complete Special Edition

+ Simon and Julia will come to anywhere you like (within the UK )on a date of your choosing, play the album for you, record it and then sign a legal document transferring all the rights in the recording to you, thereby creating a limited edition of one.

Obviously, if we fall short of the 90, but a few people are interested in the super special edition, then we’ll probably be able to proceed anyway. Also, the books will be available separately later in the year.

If you want to buy the special edition, but have already purchased the CD, then you can order the CD-less version for £60. This option will not be available after the pre-order period.

We don’t know if this will work, and we’re only vaguely sure of what we’re doing – but it’s been a bit of a year for that sort of thing, and heck if it ain’t gone kinda well so far. Thanks in Advance, and here’s that link again:

http://corporaterecords.co.uk/Indelicates_Store/special.html

Simon and Julia

XX.

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Corporate Records Update – August 2010

Written by simonindelicate on August 20, 2010 – 5:29 pm -

As company directors, Julia and I deserve your goddamned respect goddamnit: so we assume that you will take these recommendations as they are intended – as orders – and immediately go and pay money to own these hot new slices of boss tuneage that have cropped up on Corporate Records recently.

Incidentally, if you’re in a band or are a singer/songwriter or a not-really-a-singer/songwriter or a guttural-wailer/songwriter or are a performance poet or a reader-out-of-odd-little-stories then we’ll be writing and promoting these roundups on a fairly regular basis – if you think we’d like what you’re doing, please use the site and send us the link somewhere (facebook/twitter/skywriting) and we’ll give it a listen.

So first up, released today is this Song Of The South tinged oddity from Laurence Owen from his six tracked ‘Yarnripper’ E.P.

If that (and indeed almost everything else) is a little too middle of the road for your taste - this offering from The Far Queue is awesome:

Wob has been producing fantastic impassioned anti-folk since long before anyone decided to dress it up in a floaty dress and brand it on the tube. There’s a whole back catalogue to explore on the site, but this – from 1996′s ‘Friends in the Night‘ EP and now reissued on Corporate Records – is as good a place to start as any:

Lastly – and belatedly, as we were too busy promoting ourselves to go on about her when she released it – if you haven’t bought Lily Rae’s album then you really really should because it’s fucking amazing:

Peace out kids. X.

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A Despatch From The Threatened Country Of Open Wi-Fi

Written by simonindelicate on August 17, 2010 – 5:54 pm -

Right then, world, sorry not to have been in touch sooner, but we moved house, went to Germany, recorded a new album and were generally busy. Also, we’re still waiting for the god of the internet to flick a switch somewhere and let us have broadband again – so we’re posting this in Starbucks

…using their wi-fi to briefly glimpse the wired world like the satanic hordes gazing up from the fall into the rapidly retreating magnesium flare of heaven.

NEWS:
Look around! the new indelicates site is live and kicking! sexy and bloggy with the fecund promise of regular updates and CONTENT as exciteable tech-fetishists like to call it. Check back often, subscribe to the RSS and use away, multitudes.

VIDEO:
HERE, at long last is the utterly filthy Barely SFW video for Europe:

many thanks to all the unnervingly beautiful extras – tell your parents we are sorry.

KORESH:
most tracking for the third album is done – we are recording a bit more with some extraordinary musicians in Texas, mixing when we get back in October and releasing the fuck out of it soon thereafter. We love this record so much we sit in class drawing pictures of it with little hearts.

CORPORATE RECORDS:
proper update on the way when we get the internet at home, but we should take a moment to point you at the Spoiler Alert! EP which has nothing at all to do with Eddie Argos, Dyan Valdes and Keith TOTP, but which IS an awesome collection of songs about superheroes for only 2 quid:

GERMANY:
thanks to all who came to our acoustic duo shows in Germany – especially Laura in Dusseldorf who let us play in her garden and pass a hat round – lots of fun. There is video, but you will have to be patient.

SPECIAL EDITIONS:
Look out for news v. soon. We hit a bit of a financial wall but are working on a solution. keep watching us on twitter @juliaindelicate @simonindelicate @theindelicates for quickest updates.

PIERRE HOMARD:
is amazing

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Lyrics

Written by simonindelicate on July 2, 2010 – 1:53 pm -

Songs For Swinging Lovers

Buy On Corporate Records

Europe
I lost my teeth on the edge of a glass
And it’s fun while it lasts and it lasts and it lasts
I am drunken style and inherited class
I am queen at the bar, I am kept for the farce
And the water laps at the harbourside
And these salon walls are petrified
And we’re drunk on style and inherited class
And these salon walls were built to last
So sit with me and we’ll raise a glass
To Europe
I fix my eye on the turn of a thigh
I could trace your life in a sneer and a sigh
I am antique lace under musée glass
I am grey-haired chests in push up bras
And the water laps at the harborside
And these cafe walls are petrified
And we’re antique lace under mottled glass
And these cafe walls were built to last
So sit with me and we’ll raise a glass
To Europe
I can write my name in my father’s hand
I can see your souls, I can understand
I can dress myself, I can see you pass
I can lick my lips I can slap your arse
And the water laps at the harborside
And these hatreds are petrified
We can dress ourselves, we can see you pass
And these hatreds were built to last
So sit with me and we’ll raise a glass
To Europe.
And the water laps at the harborside
Our violences codified
We are old, perverted suicides
We are condoms washed in the harbor tide
So sit with me and we’ll toast the pride
Of Europe
Europe
Your Money
Look at you
Look at your hair
Look at you
Look at you, mein Herr
Look at you
You’re looking utterly seamless
Like an actor playing a genius
Look at you
Look at your luck
At the girl you don’t love
And the wife you don’t fuck
Look at you
Look at what you’ve bought
With all that hard, hard work
And all that financial support
And I loathe and resent
Every dream I’ve dreamt
And I’ve nothing but contempt for your money
I can’t access or save
Any gifts you gave
And I’ve nothing to offer your money
Your money
Your money
Your money
Oh oh oh
Ungh ungh ungh ungh ungh
Ah.
Look at me
Look at me begging
Look at me
I’m craven, feral and begging
Look at me
With all my clever ideas
And my bottled up anger and irrational fears
Look at me
Look upon my works
You could stick a label on them
You could sell them as merch
Look at your victory
I’ll betray anyone
Do it to Julia
Do it to Julia
I loathe and resent
Every dream I’ve dreamt
And I’ve nothing but contempt for your money
I can’t access or save
Any gifts you gave
And I’ve nothing to offer your money
Your money
Your money
Your money
Oh lay me down and take me, baby
I will do anything just save me
A place beside you at your table
And ungh ungh ungh ungh ungh
Ah.
The mediocre
Have an interest in promoting the mediocre
But I will find you out
I will find you out
I will find you out
I will find you out
We Love You, Tania
Patty drive the car, drive the car into the city
We run guns to the savages you’ve seen in magazines
It’s the summers without love, it’s the grind of the seventies
It’s the sickness of America where nobody is clean
Patty, your daddy, well he’s richer than anyone
He’s richer than everyone in this whole stinking world
Ain’t it pretty in the city when you’re nothing like anyone
When you’re other to everyone
You’re a valuable girl
Patty shoot the gun, shoot the gun at the enemy
It’s monochrome in scarlett, it’s your cheekbones it’s your age
It’s the other side of style, it’s the era of publicity
A war in silhouette and lines, inscribed upon a page
Patty, your daddy, well he’s richer than anyone
He’s richer than everyone in this whole stinking world
Ain’t it pretty in the city when you’re nothing like anyone
When you’re other to everyone
You’re a valuable girl.
Patty take the stand
Take the stand before the jury
It’s perfectly explicable
It’s packaged and it’s sold
You’re as free as free can be
You are free to doubt in liberty
Oh darling deadly innocence
How cruelly bites the cold
Patty, your daddy, well he’s richer than anyone
He’s richer than everyone in this whole stinking world
Ain’t it pretty in the city when you’re nothing like anyone
When you’re other to everyone
You’re a valuable girl.
Ill
You got sweetheart and you got precious
You’ve got starlight and pretty wishes
You’ve got
Sisters who sing on the radio
And vessels to possess on the radio
Your sex is a sickness yeah
your sex is a sickness
And you’ve got time
Yeah you’ve got time to lose
You’ll never take enough of those pills
You’re too clever to be mentally ill
You’ll never fashion your damaged soul
You’re too clever to lose control
You got doctors and you got stitches
You’ve got lovers and you got well-wishers
You got
Vapid love in a couplet
Two-thousand words and a side-bar
Your sickness is your shibboleth
Your sex is your sickness
And you’ve got time
Yeah you’ve got time to lose
You’ll never take enough of those pills
You’re too clever to be mentally ill
You’ll never fashion your damaged soul
You’re too clever to lose control
This is such a tiny world.
Flesh
Hey girls let’s see if we can bring out
the rapists in the new men
Hey girls it’s the comfort of
the only halfway human
The power bought for the clawing self
in the serpents subtle deals
It may be fleeting but
my god, the way it feels
And I love you, whoever you are, yeah, I love you.
Hey girls we’re almost there
so we might as well stop swimming
Hey girls, ain’t you heard we’re more concerned
about the hegemony, than the women
Hey girls pull it down, there’s money,
c’mon babe, just a little
Pull it down, stick it out, open up,
just a little babe, just a little baby
Hey doc take your knife to me,
scar my snatch into a smile
Strip me and dissect me,
milk my tears and tap my bile
Hey doc can you take my skin
and melt it into plastic
Beauty isn’t truth, it’s just youth,
and it’s adaptive and it’s elastic…
And I love you, whoever you are, yeah, I love you.
Hey girls, we’re all the same, aren’t we
Hey girls, we’re all the same, aren’t we.
Savages
The flame in your eye could burn the world if it were to escape
And the love in your heart is the kind of love they write epic verse about
And darlin’ you know,
You know that you’re better than this
Darlin’ you know,
You know you are better than this
But we are ash and we are books
Coffee-stained and overlooked
We are ornamental swords
Forged for the peace after the war
And the world has no need
of the songs than we sang
We are savages, you and I, and we will
Hang, hang, hang.
The tear on your cheek will fall ignored by the suckers to fake romance
And the hope in your heart will be dashed on the shore of this deadly island
Darling you know
That there’s no place for us
We’ll build and we’ll sweat
But there’s no place for us
No Ithaca no home
We are Greeks in the age of Rome
With no right to criticise
The happily dull, to Grecian eyes
And the world has no need
of the songs that we sang
We are savages, you and I, and we will
Hang, hang, hang.
The sweat on your brow shall be disdained, shunned and deodorized
And the will of your heart shall spoil in the heat of a new world
And darlin you know
You know we’re better unheard
Darlin you know
You know we’re better unserved
The Brave new futures we have seen
Filled with beautiful machines
Greener pastures, clearer skies
And not one such as you or I
As the dust shall settle sweetly
on the songs that we sang
We are savages you and I,
And we will Hang, hang, hang
Hang, Hang, Hang.
Roses
I breached the border of your home
And everything looked as it should have done
Candle flame flickers, and books unread
Round the crystal kept keep of an unmade bed
Flowers cut to shrivel and die
Like romance does and we both know why
With an artful flutter, as if on cue
A gentle breeze brings the scent of you
I’m older than god and i live in your town
You should raise up what you can’t put down
Those books that you pose with are more than antiques
When you search in the dark you should fear what you seek
Pallid in moonlight, your shimmering skin
Is mine to caress, you invited me in
The delicate architecture of your throat
Arks weakly away as my hands approach
Do you bleed diamonds
Do you bleed rubies
Do you bleed roses
A broken kiss, and an aching sigh
Like the half-heard end of a lullaby
A whispering chorus and a stifled moan
The jarring vibration of knife on bone
The stark composition of essence and parts
I gathered your limbs for a final dance
A silent waltz to your songs unsung
As the life-blood seeps from your punctured lung
Do you bleed diamonds
Do you bleed rubies
Do you bleed roses
You bleed diamonds
You bleed rubies
You bleed roses.
Sympathy For The Devil
The country I was born in it has honeysuckle air
The scented breeze caresses girls with haybell-yellow hair
The satisfied and misty-eyed make sport and merry there
I will meet you at the border in the morning
The land I left is full of love and radiant in spring
The songs are sweet and sollemn there and everyone can sing
I could have bought you roses, could have bought you anything
I will meet you at the border in the morning
The country I was born in it created me compelled
But all reason is retrospective love, I just rebel
Hang heaven we can build a better war for us in Hell
I’ll meet you at the border in the morning
I’ve loved you like a clinging fist above the clawing sea
I’ve cut you with a whip barbed with a thousand cruelties
‘m sorry that i met you and i’m begging darling please
Come meet me at the border in the morning
And oh this world’s got nothing in it
No, No, No
And oh this world’s got nothing in it
No, No, No
Your eyes are bright like polished jewels and they cry like razored skin
I would see your will erased, transfigured into sin
I would rip you into pieces and re-build you from within
I will meet you at the border in the morning
Sing poets and sing singers at the alter of the straight
Of better days, happy fields, other shit we hate
Lets go into the darkness love and close our eyes and wait
We are heading for the border in the morning
We are heading for the border in the morning.
Be Afraid Of Your Parents
It’s been a marvellous party with marvellous guests
We been discussing the decline of the decadent west
Over nibbles and wine we are disarmed and impressed
by the charming men in uniform
It’s been a wonderful evening we’ve exchanged our views
How the zionists doesn’t mean the jews
At no single step did we feel confused
By the charming men in uniform
Be afraid of your parents
Be afraid of their clever friends
I’ve read this book before
and darlin i can tell you how it ends
be afraid of the line they teach you,
be afraid of the way it goes
You be amazed at what you can raise
to something everybody knows
we’ve read our jacques derrida our michel foucault
we’ve averted our eyes from the atrocity show
it’s better to beat up on the devil that you know
say the charming men in uniform
give praise to the empty heaven above
i reject the sword and embrace the dove
i see the world suffused with love
and the charming men in uniform
Be afraid of your parents
Be afraid of their clever friends
I’ve read this book before
and darlin i can tell you how it ends
be afraid of the line they teach you,
be afraid of the way it goes
You be amazed at what you can raise
to something everybody knows
Be afraid of your parents
Be afraid of their clever friends
I’ve read this book before
And honey i can tell you how it ends
Be afraid of the line they teach you
Be afraid of the way it goes
You’d be amazed at what you can raise to something everybody knows.
Jerusalem
In a compound on the edge of town
Security to keep the outside out
You and your friends have been discussing how
It seems rebellious to vote conservative now
And your mind’s so sharp
And your eyes so bright
You shine in love, you are born annointed
You mean so well
And you’ll hurt so hard
When you come to be disappointed
But I am never going home again
And I will build Jerusalem
Don’t know about us, but I know about Them
And we will build Jerusalem
Jerusalem.
You know exactly how clever sounds
The soft consonants and rounded vowels
You know the land that your labour’s earned
Your hypotheses have been confirmed
We all love the smiths
And we dig the clash
But the smell of leather is intoxicating
We’re all brilliant minds
We’re genii
We excel at drama and formal debating
But I am never going home again
And I will build Jerusalem
Don’t know about us, but I know about Them
And we will build Jerusalem
Jerusalem.
You can take your burning gold
You can take your swords and spears
You can take your lamb of god
You can take these deadly years
You can win and win
And win again
The dice are loaded you’ll never miss
But you can’t build
Jerusalem
Cause you don’t know what building is.
Anthem For Doomed Youth
You’re howling, abyss-eyed and broken
You’re perverted and gracefully drunk
But there’s nobody left in the west these days
Wronged enough to be a punk
Doomed youth, you’re so beautiful
You never learned to be suspicious
of the stones that look too precious to be true
Like you, Doomed Youth.
The spit at the edge of your mouth
The stain at the crotch of your jeans
The three-inch bruise at the crook of your arm
that in the right light looks like jesus
The smirk you can’t hide when you cry
The care in the knot of your tie
It’s really not that hard to stay alive
When you’re twenty-five
Oh, Doomed Youth
Doomed youth.
Your party and your revolution
Your grand designs and adorable dreams
Your silverless palms and your list of demands
For concessions the world doesn’t need
Doomed youth, you’re too beautiful
All these simplicities that you know they can’t see
Like you can do, doomed youth
And everything’s different lately
And it’s all exactly the same
We know secrets and songs and temptation
We know how things burn when you don’t watch the flame
And the colours are hazy and fading
The ideas given way to the names
We are miners no more, never torn by a war
Neither starving, nor struggling, nor credibly poor
Oh, Doomed Youth
Doomed youth.
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Holy Koresh News, Batman!

Written by simonindelicate on July 1, 2010 – 11:18 pm -

So, a whole bevy of announcements included in this here press release (reproduced as a google doc here) As ever we rely on crowdsourcing for our PR efforts, so anything you can do to spread the release around to the journalist/tastemaker/fashion victim in your life will be rewarded with infinite love…

As if that wasn’t enough, here is a little tease for David Koresh Superstar – I probably shouldn’t have released it this early, but I’m quite excited by the record and want you to be too:

ALSO, look, it’s episode 3 of Being Batman, with me an Julia and Al in – if you haven’t seen Al and Stu’s amazing youtube series, skip this and watch it all from the beginning – it = awesome.

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Press Release: Videos, CDs, David Koresh Superstar

Written by simonindelicate on June 30, 2010 – 3:31 pm -

A Corporate Records Press Release

concerning the latest activities of

THE INDELICATES

In April, The Indelicates released their, frankly, overdue second album Songs For Swinging Lovers to a hugely enthusiastic online response. Sold on a ‘Pay-What-You-Like‘ basis from their new online record company, Corporate Records, the album has been downloaded thousands of times and has raised thousands of pounds. It’s hard to make an accurate comparison, but they have probably made more per sale than they did when they were signed and in shops. They have definitely made more per download.

People all over the world have, unbullied, proved themselves willing to pay for music that they value. The Indelicates have proved that the Pay-What-You-Like model is not the preserve of massive bands, but that it can work for anyone with or without label support. Corporate Records is free to use, with 20% of revenue going to the company. We now feel very comfortable recommending it.

Because they are stupid, The Indelicates have not withdrawn the money, put it in a bath and lain in it going ‘yes’. Instead, they have spent almost all of it on making themselves able to announce the following:

1. We have been back into the studio and are now able to confirm that THE THIRD INDELICATES ALBUM – DAVID KORESH SUPERSTAR will, as promised, be released before the end of the year. The record – which is a concept album about the Waco siege and which features guest vocals from Carter USM’s Jim Bob, David Devant and his Spirit Wife’s Vessel, Philip Jeays, Lily Rae as well as various members of Luxembourg, the Boyfriends and Keith TOTP and his minor UK indie celebrity allstar backing band – has finished primary tracking and is currently in a rough mix state that we insanely love. We are doing some additional recording later in the year, then mixing mastering and getting it out before christmas. We are also seeking financing to turn the project into a feature length film – and are interested in hearing any ideas, proposals that will help us make this a reality. We are very excited.

2. Songs For Swinging Lovers is NOW available on a circle of plastic that you can hold, play or present as a gift to your bemused nieces and nephews. It is available HERE in our nice new shop

3. Songs For Swinging Lovers Special Editions are still coming. They have taken longer than we hoped but hey, we already made a whole new album, played european festivals, reinvented the music industry and had very nasty colds, so fuck you…  but we are in the latter stages of working out how to do it and should be able to start printing books and special things soon. If you have bought the CD, you’ll be able to deduct the amount you’ve paid from the price of the special editions – try and keep your paypal receipt email somewhere safe (though we’ll probably just believe you – we are very trusting and naive). Demanding fuckers, sometimes we need to sleep… Sorry it’s taking so long, we don’t want to rush out anything shit.

4. Look! it is the second and third videos from our ill-advisedly promised plan to release videos for every SFSL track.

We are shooting the fourth on Monday in Camden, tweet @theindelicates to find out where, why and how you can take part. (It is a bit disgusting)

5. “We may with more successful hope resolve
To  by force or guile eternal War
Irreconcileable, to our grand Foe,
Who now triumphs, and in th’ excess of joy
Sole reigning holds the Tyranny of Heav’n.”

yeah?

YEAH!

The joint project of Simon and Julia Indelicate, The Indelicates formed in Brighton in 2005 – with Simon’s lead guitar and Julia’s piano backed by Ed Van Beinum’s Drums, Kate Newberry’s Bass and Al Clayton’s Rhythm Guitar. They were joined in 2009 by bassist Lawrence Owen and guitarist/backing vocalist Lily Rae and currently have a floating line-up for live shows, (with much of the new album favouring a lusher, more acoustic sound). They have played and been released all over the world, headlining the second stage at Austria’s frequency festival, supporting Art Brut in Germany, Amanda Palmer in Scotland and The Vaselines in New York; as well as touring extensively in europe and the UK. In 2009 they released a well-received poetry book and continued to give performances of Simon’s ‘Book of Job: The Musical’.

Largely so as to never have to be called a Brighton Band again, Julia and Simon moved to Lewes in 2007.

Please direct all press enquiries to:
For more quotes, artwork etc, see the full Indelicates Press Highlights Doc:
Hi-Res Stills with all permissions granted are available at:
For more on The Indelicates see:
For more on Corporate Records read the full press Outline here:

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Second and Third SFSL videos NOW ONLINE

Written by simonindelicate on June 30, 2010 – 3:02 am -

Continuing our ludicrous quest to bolster our album release by ill-advisedly making videos for every track on Songs For Swinging Lovers, we are pleased to present ‘Flesh’ starring Julia as Travis, the excellently rebellious Lydia Snodin as Iris, Simon as a pimp and assorted others as lowlifes and scum (pause to consider – should the plural of lowlife be ‘lowlives’? it’s a tricky one) AND jerusalem starring Michael Daniel as Lil’ Simon and Simon’s brilliant cousin Hayley Fisher as Lil’ Julia…

enjoy!

also, honorable mention should go to Yunitsa who made this incredible unofficial Cameron/Boris/Jerusalem video and very neatly sums up what the song is actually about – give it love – and, if so inspired, do similar things with your time. Remember your Irish fopistry! The only excuse for making a useless thing is that one admires it intensely. All art is quite useless. THERE IS LITERALLY NOTHING BETTER YOU COULD BE DOING…

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American Demo

Written by simonindelicate on June 26, 2010 – 1:42 pm -

Released 2008, Weekender Records

Reissued 2010, Corporate Records

Buy Now (Download)

Buy Now (CD/vinyl)

Tracks

1. New Art Theme

2. The Last Significant Statement To Be Made In Rock’n'Roll

3. Our Daughters Will Never Be Free

4. Better To Know

5. Sixteen

6. Julia, We Don’t Live In The ’60s

7. Stars

8. New Art For The People

9. Unity Mitford

10. …If Jeff Buckley Had Lived

11. America

12. Heroin

13. We Hate The Kids

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Songs For Swinging Lovers

Written by simonindelicate on June 26, 2010 – 1:30 pm -

Released 2010, Corporate Records

Buy Now (Download)

Buy Now (CD)

Tracks:

1. Europe

2. Your Money

3. We Love You, Tania

4. Ill

5. Flesh

6. Savages

7. Roses

8. Sympathy For The Devil

9. Be Afraid Of Your Parents

10. Jerusalem

11. Anthem For Doomed Youth

Credits

Songs by
Simon&Julia Indelicate

Performed by
Ed Van Beinum: Drums

Al Clayton: Rhythm Guitars/Cowbell

Bastian Eppler: Trumpet
Keith TOTP: Tambourine/Vibes
Simon Indelicate: Vox/Guitars
Julia Indelicate: Vox/Piano
The Indelicates: Bass
All other instruments played by Simon and Julia

Additional Recording by
Keith TOTP at Dean Street Studios

Cover Image by
Andrew Kendall

Specific Thanks To
Lily Rae, Laurence Owen, Desi Vach, Juliane Hapke, Eddie Argos, Keith TOTP, Neil Gaiman, Bastian Eppler, Penny and Graham Clayton, Sonja Muller, Lydia Snodin, Jo Swoboda, Sophie Wilk, Akira The Don, Amanda Palmer, Joie Mikitson, PC Hille, Redmond Castle, Paul Winkler, Johnny Others, Andy Von Pip, Andy Semi, Kimberly de Malpertuis, Liam Francis, Plants Vs. Zombies, Berliner Rundfunk 91.4, Duncan, Stuart Laws, Nick Long, Les Carter, Nicky Biscuit, Mikey Breyer + all who’ve supported, helped, kept faith and otherwise not been wankers.

Produced by
Ed East at Studio East, Berlin


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Songs For Swinging Lovers NOW ON CD

Written by juliaindelicate on June 24, 2010 – 10:17 pm -

Ladies and Gentlemen, Songs For Swinging Lovers, The Indelicates second album, can now be purchased on CD…

Go here, or look to your left for links to the shop:

http://corporaterecords.co.uk/Indelicates_Store/

For those of you who have already bought it, POSTING OUT TOMORROW!

Already looks like it’s going to be a hell of a post…

REMEMBER, you can still buy the download album direct from Corporate Records for PAY-WHAT-YOU-LIKE, go here:

HERE

BUY BUY BUY

Bye ;)

Julia Indelicate X

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