Concussion

by Honey Pot

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  • Cassette + Digital Album

    The EP on yellow cassette.

    Includes digital pre-order of Concussion. You get 2 tracks now (streaming via the free Bandcamp app and also available as a high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more), plus the complete album the moment it's released.
    digital album releases June 30, 2017
    item ships out on or around June 30, 2017

      £4 GBP or more 

     

  • Streaming + Download

    Pre-order of Concussion. You get 2 tracks now (streaming via the free Bandcamp app and also available as a high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more), plus the complete album the moment it's released.
    releases June 30, 2017

      £0.50 GBP  or more

     

1.
Diary Pt. 2
2.
Hollow
3.
01:57
4.
Deadhead
5.
02:28
6.
Water Baby

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The new EP from Exeter / Cardiff dreamo duo HONEY POT! The record displays their usual line-up of vocals, acoustic guitar, and electric guitar, with the addition of experimental samples, and clarinet. The instrumentation combines to create six moody but sweet sounding lo-fi emo songs reminiscent of Elvis Depressedly, LVL UP and Cigarettes After Sex.

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releases June 30, 2017

Written, recorded and produced by Honey Pot.

Honey Pot is Alex Hall and Jacob Griffith.

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Circle House Records Exeter, UK

Record label based in Exeter, UK

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Track Name: Forehead
Borrow a gun,
Take it into the garden,
Try standing on a road,
Waiting for the headlights,
Set my house on fire,
Sit there as it smoulders,
Throw out all your stuff,
I don't think that you'd notice,
Just because I hate you
Doesn't mean I love you less.
Even if you came home I'd still be depressed.

Hurt me, I don't feel it.
Burrow in my forehead.
Track Name: Blind
You're colder than I am,
But I don't feel pain at all.
I'm numb inside my mouth,
My teeth fall out one by one.
So cut inside my head
Until I lose all my friends.
When is nothing left?
Or are we like this until death?

I am blind and I am senseless

My iron's low, I've no control over my blood
I won't implode, I'm simply disappearing.
You're a static mould, I lose your foot hole,
I'm climbing but I don't feel
The pressure in my head give in.