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Salt Single Art

BUY

On a teeming island, a man built a boat

Carved with precision, bound with spittle and rope

To carry his precious cargo, on a journey of hope

On a little green island, a man built a home

With bars on the windows and bolts on the doors

The preserve of artefacts, of all the things that he owned

As the ravens start to gather to coordinate the storm

The new caucus march together to build a monument to scorn

Not like The Mother, this wretched refuse will all be damned forever

The wake in time will find you an empty boat

As the bodies pile up right at your feet

Black eyes

White tongue

Salt lung

Feral The Wolf are an alternative electronic rock band from the north of the UK. Sparse, haunting landscapes juxtapose splintered beats and seething instrumentation. Lyrically depicting worlds of violence and loss, of truth and its corruption.

The band’s debut single, ‘The Birth’ explores the causes and effects of man’s action. It is a lament on borrowed time and a portent. It’s early, convulsing rhythms descend into frantic, jagged pulses and collapse ultimately into chaos.

Its follow up, ‘The Harvest’, an expression on greed and the folly of ordinary people, limp and helpless to prevent its reach. An ethereal intro makes way to a mass of synths, enveloping the space and malforming into crisp beats beneath deconstructed noise before a final riposte with waves and swells and trumpets.

‘Echolalia’, the band’s third release, is its first instrumental. A sequence of brooding energy, rising and falling like the tide, leading us towards the horizon and then back around as the circle completes its journey.

‘Salt’ is the band’s fourth release, featuring more live instrumentation and showing the band’s eclectic range. Guitars rise above deep, tribal bass - beating like a mistimed heart - through darkness to release. One man’s odyssey and another man’s fight. The sea is cruel when it does our bidding.

"A beautiful symbiosis of man and machine" Sophomore Slump

"A flawless and kinetic debut, brimming with promise" upto11official

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Echolalia Single Art

BUY

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The Harvest Single Art

BUY

They gave us water, they gave us bread

They gave us the Earth and all it bled

They came to harvest and whore their seed

Vulture on carcass, moth on milkweed

The feasting hordes devour it

Each crippled finger, each weakened wrist

We let the hounds and the wolves in

We let the hornets circle the nest

In pulped saliva we now shall rest

In golden rafters above their mess

They slaughtered angels and crowned their pigs

And danced and pandered to every whim

The maiden goddess swathed in emmer

Sound of black horses, lasting winter

Await the return of Demeter

Plug you into me, I’ll plug me into you

Now we are connected, bound, inseparable

From one end to another drawn into the loop

Echolalic rapture caught within the noose

The silk, the roots, the branches will capture the course

As the body spasms the head begins to turn

And with one voice we transmit, broadcasting the tune

A dystonic retort that comes from me to you

At the end of it, all hearts will be broken

The wryest of smiles forms on our mouths

We had it and we threw it all away

Just to feel something

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The Birth Single Art

BUY

The baby is formed and it writhes in the womb

Impatient for the first breath that it will take soon

Scalpel to chord the course has been drafted

Shiva, oh Shiva, your seed has been planted

So when it comes

With brittle bones

They will come

Cowards not stained by their own coward blood

Only stained by the bastard child's sweat that they touch

As they fill up their bellies on placenta

Their tongues start to role as the flesh turns to dust in their mouths

So when it comes

With brittle bones

They will come

To claim him

Too late now