VINYL VERSION: We Are The Ones We Have Been Waiting For

by New Tongues

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"Perhaps the finest trick New Tongues have in their repertoire is their weird ability to be instantly evocative of several rock bands without ever sounding much like anyone. Sure, they lift a couple of riffs from Black Sabbath here and there but which heavy band worth their salt doesn’t? There’s a tasteful amount of reverb but it’s not really stoner or psychedelia, though there are little hints of both around the edges. There’s certainly an appreciation for the work of John Reis and Rick Froberg’s collaborations in bands such as Drive Like Jehu and Hot Snakes, though it’s significantly less busy than anything the San Diegan legends have committed to tape. Some of the dynamics are a touch reminiscent of long forgotten fellow Missourians Shiner, plus a nod or three to Chicago miscreants The Jesus Lizard. It’s such a hodgepodge of influences that for the most part the group defies easy categorisation. Most of their songs sound as though they are primarily constructed out of steel girders but there’s also a sly wink thrown in for good measures"

-Pocket Jury



SIDE A
1 Awkward City
2 Bloomberg Plows
3 Old Mouths
4 Age of Backwards

SIDE B
5 The Toucher
6 Shaking Hands With The Sheriff
7 Pony Destroyer
8 Sun and Gin

This "vinyl version" is (2) files that are the Side A/B mixes on We Are...

You will also be receiving all 8 tracks on a free download code included with the vinyl.

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released 23 March 2013

All songs by ©New Tongues 2013

J. Nardy- Vocals, Bass, Micro Korg
S. Johnson- Vocals, Guitar, Piano
M. Quinn- Drums
Recorded by Daniel Ruder, Mastered by Carl Saff
Photos by Tony Irons

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Track Name: Side A
1. Awkward City
This town has a hold on me
Someone should burn it on down.
Young kids with social disease
Someone should set them all free.
We could discuss my disgust
But I’d rather burn it on down.
This town has a hold on us
Someone should set it on free.
Every street in this town has a story
Every story is so fucking boring.
This town has hold on me
Someone should burn it on down.
Awkward kids with social disease
Set them all free.
We could discuss my disgust
I’d rather burn it all down.

2. Bloomberg Plows
It'll take an army
to clear your streets
you've got in spades
million dollar sheets

Don't cramp the style
They'll head up the coast
Don't tax Don't smile
Sort the bodies, call in the hearse
Let's all hail the chief, let's all hail the thief, let's all hail the chief.
Diamond sashemi, Laced with sweat
Send the word call in the plows
Blame yourself
The Halls of Tammany
are paved in platinum
deliberate and dumb
Go tell it to a mountain

3. Old Mouths
Trapped in this chair
I knew that you'd say that
Trapped in this chair
I knew you'd come clean
Knew I had it coming
I lent you an ear
You've told me too much
Feels like next year
I heard it all before
Heard you loud and clear
the hands are in the gloves
another joke my dear
Old mouths
They never come clean

4. Age of Backwards
Instrumental
Track Name: Side B
5. The Toucher
The placement always matters
Its always meant to hurt.
The hammer's always subtle.
Swung to benefit the worst.

Where you lay head at night
All things that you hold dear
The hands have all been held
The heads have been cleared

I am the black dust lining of your lung,
I am the corner of your page
Kingmaker and crown
Not a turner, not the sage


6. Shakin Hands With The Sheriff
I left the academy for a position in radar
Crumbs in my seat
I eat in my car

Tennis elbow, I never owned a racket
Its just my job
I love my job

A smooth transition from the desert
These slacks don't breathe
I uphold the sleeze

I'm workin these guns
I've got a lot on my mind
Next year we go electronic
My paper's stacking up
Next year we go electronic
My paper's stacking up


7. Pony Destroyer

Welcome equestrian, destroyer of men.  Hooves like
calloused hands, conquer the promised lands. Back in the saddle again,
you won’t come around. Out of the races, and onto the track. I’ll
decide who lives and who dies. Out of the races and onto the track.

Back in the saddle, again
You won't come around


8. Sun and Gin
Instrumental