SINGLE
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
SINGLE
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
SINGLE
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