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  • Cassette + Digital Album

    Limited numbered edition of 100 cassettes. The tape collects 13 tracks from 3 digital EP's released across 2017/18.

    Songs recorded and mixed by Henry Withers at Sound Savers Studio Homerton, London.

    Includes unlimited streaming of Secretions via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more.
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I've devolved I can no longer read No eloquence I can't express what i mean It’s the age of information And I’ve never felt so dumb It must be due to some failing in the mechanism That’s why I feel numb It must be due to some failing in the mechanism It’s why I’m coming undone I fall into the carpet Then stand up as if suddenly inflated Learn to put it away Shut the lid Even on nice days bad things can happen
I am a flesh vessel With illicit cargo And I constantly wrestle With the limitless unknown Out on the frontier zone Rain inside the windows What defines ‘living’ Just reproduction and growth The golden pendant starts to shine A transcendent ray of light The screen of appearance breaks down I am shown I now know Pass me the silver scopes I’ll lift them to my eyes So I can enhance An incapable mind I’ll look so far in time I’ll catch up with the past An unending line Where first meets last meets first meets last
Flood 04:48 video
Open up the floodgates Give you the spill I’ve got the type of veins That make you ill Open up the flood gates I’m still a fool I was gonna ride somewhere cool I was gonna take you I was gonna take you with me I can do these things with no one else Live these things with no one else I was gonna take you with me
And now You’re shut in An egyptian mausoleum And it's cluttered with all your things Screens and shoes Junk no one needs If you wait Too long to tell her You'll be left Out of the picture Oil paints they dry Over a long stretch of time And old Tutenkamun’s Dead eye balls stare at you Eternal unease, you are doomed If only you Had been quicker
And never stop Be a body for as long as you can Not some smoke Be a human man Not a grey ghost I can't touch with my hand The crumbs you drop Don't guide you back My spinning head falls through the cracks Heavy breath clouding up the screen Tear my eyes away from peeping tom Pictures that appeal Disappointed by former heroes Sick of being the butt of jokes Coming home I’ve been away She still haunts the airways Beer all the time On chicken-bone road Brown bag alley Liquid coast Weight-lifting stranger Scowling alone Mutant gangs And traffic cones
Don't Try It 02:15
I was playing the Field Mice You asked if it was Felt You drunken fool You are tall and unpunctual I guess you think that’s cool Don’t try it, keep quiet, keep it to yourself, When you left i went into your bedroom to snoop It’s the first thing i do I pretend this house is mine I tell people i am you Don’t try it, keep quiet, keep it to yourself.
I try to be nice, i’m a disciple of hell Struck by the sight of a shaven headed girl I step outside then back into my shell Looping thoughts begin to unfurl Yeah Oh yeah I feel like a metre stick on the varnished floor Of an old classroom that is so brown I’m a dried out plant completely at her mercy Waiting for a drink for her to nurse me Slow legs in the dream Not like a physical being I don't know what it means Just an amalgamation of a lot of things To the autodrome with the best intentions Forget all the things i wanted to mention I’ll end up with a few good stories To recount and bask in former glories Yeah Oh yeah Pulling down the picket fences Over stimulating the tactile senses Action stations Cubes and stars and rings Saturated to the point of bleed.
Sitting in the vestibule Wondering when Is the right time to pass through Despite all its majesty This place reeks of tragedy Fold me up Put me away All the precious segments Don’t slot into place It’s not the world who has forgotten you It’s you who has failed to move on Now we face mass idiocy This place reeks of tragedy
Fence 03:16
I can’t deal with a pained expression I don’t want my reflection In those sad eyes I will sympathise I try to be nice Five years pass by like nothing at all And i’ve been sitting right on the fence It’s an electric one you can’t lean against so i‘m stuck up high I try to be nice
Team Up 02:31
My elephant son My elephant son at the end of my gun My elephant son We’ll never team up
Basement 05:31
There's a thing i want you to see Come with me Another time maybe it will be back We’ll take the same track For now let’s wait together Try not to talk so clever


released September 12, 2018


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DIGNAN PORCH create their own skewed variant of power pop, psychedelic indie jangle and punk.

Whilst heavy on noise and thrills, there’s sadness beneath the skin of the band's warped visions, seeping into the fabric of the sound.

With a strong DIY spirit running through all their activity, DIGNAN PORCH have built a loyal following.
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