For The Pickling

by FELL

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Fell is Nicolas Burrows, an artist, illustrator and musician living in London, with band members Jon Rulton (Bear Driver, Dream Giant), Dav Shiel (Beth Jeans-Houghton & The Hooves of Destiny) and Matt Giraudeau (Dogtanion).

‘For The Pickling’ is a new 5-track EP produced by Dan Blackett (Landshapes, Peggy Sue) and features contributions from David Thomas Broughton and Luisa Gerstein (Landshapes, Deep Throat Choir).

These are songs of domesticity, songs of mire and muck, songs of a half-forgotten past, songs of dreaming and songs of imagined Lancastrian space-missions. Sonically the tracks draw from the closeness of Nicolas’ lo-fi demo recordings, adding to a broader palette of ethio-jazz guitars steeped in tape-wobble, melancholic horns and woody basslines weaving around a delicate vocal delivery. ‘For The Pickling’ sees Burrows playing with idiosyncratic lyrics as counterpoint to a wonky-pop vernacular and flitting between beat-driven desert-folk, multi-movement epics, sixties garage pop and brooding hymns.

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released April 2, 2019

All tracks written by Nicolas Burrows with Matt Giraudeau, Jon Rulton, Dav Shiel and Dan Blackett

NB: guitars, singing, harmonium, vibes, keyboards, piano, recorder
MG: piano, singing, organ, clavinet
JR: Bass
DS: Drums
DB: singing, percussion, programming

Luisa Gerstein: Backing vocals on ‘For The Pickling’ and ‘Museum Piece’
Heloise Tunstall-Behrens: Backing vocals on ‘Museum Piece’
David Thomas Broughton: Backing vocals on ‘The Black Ground’
Ed Blazey: Trumpets
Ray Burrows: Backing vocals on ‘Dreamsong’

Recorded at Soup, London, Press Play and at home. Produced by Nicolas Burrows & Dan Blackett. Mixed by Dan Blackett. Engineered by Dan Blackett with David Holmes and Ed Cain.
Mastered by Timothy Stollenwerk at Stereophonic Mastering.

Video contributors: David Cohen, John Barratt, Adam Carter, Martin Ashworth, Luke Drozd, Eva Rowson, Laura Milnes, Rob Lowe, Nick White, Jill Wignall, Pete Burrows, Tom Fisher.

Supported by PRS Foundation & pledgemusic

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Fell is Nicolas Burrows, an artist, illustrator and musician living in London, with band members Jon Rulton (Bear Driver, Dream Giant), Dav Shiel (Beth Jeans-Houghton & The Hooves of Destiny) and Matt Giraudeau (Dogtanion).

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Track Name: Dream Song
Deep in the deep
Backwaters of sleep
I wait for a while
(i wait for a while)
Sequestered away
In microsaccades

Its a sleight of the eye
(a sleight of the eye)

Where have you been
And what did it mean?
In the dregs of your dreams
(the dregs of your dreams)

You in the rain
The room rearranged
THe shedding of teeth
(the shedding of teeth)

You say “it means nothing to me”
But you don’t even know the things i seen
And all of it tagged and labelled and catalogued
In the grand repository
Metaphysically

S’all getting strange
The edges are frayed
Oh but after I wake
(its like the skin of a snake)

The shape of it stays
A fossil a case
Oh these relics remain
(out on the astral plane)

Well i been dwelling at the foot of a hill
Where i been dwelling well i’m dwelling still
I wanna get out of the house
An action of the will
Leaving this idyll

And we’re all alone
And we got our own minds to know
But wouldn’t it be so nice to find
That i could go where you go
Track Name: For The Pickling
Spin a song out in the gaps
And what happens after that?
Hidden in the scullery
A worried orb white-heated

Cars are going
Nails growing
Cells replacing
Over and over again

Seethe and soak in pickled grudge
As I do the washing up
Fester in forgotten slights
And other wrongs imagined

Scoop the leavings
From the plughole
Pickled in the brine

Dogs are loosing
From their shackles
Right before my eyes
Track Name: Atom Bomb
The whalesong of tennis shoes
Upon a parquet floor
The pheromones and muscle rub
Coalesce in the hall

Images of earwig
Trowel cut in half
Wriggle on the patio
Yellow flags in the yard

And you were scared of the atom bomb
That fell on you
And so you would sink to the bottom of the swimming pool
And you would stay under the water til yr lips were blue
And there was no-one at all to bother you

where you lay
Deep in the day

And so it goes...

Now The hoverflies are clambering
Across the cellophane
Blacking out the residue
All the stuff that remains

You were a morsel in a memory
A beetle in a stream
A parcel of a particle
And all the stuff in between

And you were scared of the atom bomb
That fell on you
And you would stay under the water til yr lips were blue
And there was nobody there to bother you

As you lay
Down in your way
Deep in the day
Out of the way
Track Name: The Black Ground
When there’s barely a shoulder you can cry on
And there is no-one that you can rely on
And you cannot tease a flame out of a dry log
There is always the black ground to lie on

When the carousel starts its new rotation
And the bag never came with yr name on
And when it finally does you let it glide on
There is always the black earth to lie on

When there’s not enough paper for to write on
Grab a napkin and steal a crayon
But you can keep your dirty fingers off of my one
There is always the black earth to lie on

And you come loose cos yr shoes were never tied on
And you fall in the cracks in the cosmos
Neath the crackle of electricity pylon
There is always the black earth to lie on

Amid the mire and the muck under yr new lawn
Them who squirm in the dirt that they’re fed on
And with the ripening tang of fermentation
There is always the dead earth to tread on

There is always the black earth to lie on
Track Name: Museum Piece
I woke with a taste
So unreal and strange
When I was marinating in the morning

And taking a train
In the Lancashire Rain
Found myself alone in some great factory

All the relics were out
stuffed and labelled with epithets
In Edwardian cabinets
Behind my reflection

I went on towards
Dim-lit corridors
Down tunnels and into the cathedral

Where papers were signed
And i’d made up my mind
To be (oh) so very far from anybody

Dressed up in a suit
With a corporate logo on
7 orbs round a glowing sun
The sun in the centre

And there at the back
Just next to the offices
S’where they kept the sarcophagus
And i lifted the hinges

We were gardeners and poets and cooks, oceaneering the black
Going onwards and upwards and outwards
Gathering steam

Black obsidian dream
Finger grease up the screen
Mirror-pool
Miles and miles of just nothing
Nothing at all

We was stuck in the belly of a slumbering whale
That drifts getting right to the heart of the matter
Permanent night

We were snakes in a bag cable tied
Jellied eels in a sack how we wriggled
all seamlessly stitched up
Along for the ride

Seven months a time

Oh what a cost
All all our wires crossed

Days blurring into days
Light filtering
Through the pines

Hills homes and factories
And razorblades
On your skin

Waves waves beyond the waves
The sound of it
On your tongue

Knives scraping over toast
A spiderweb
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