British Melodic Hardcore band that may or may not exists and may or may not consist of spectre and shigs. Rumoured to get their lyrics from IRC logs.
<spectre> faceache is pretty much the future of aberystwyth melodic hardcore
Line up:
shigs - words and crying
spectre - guitar and crying
bethan_182 - some kind of instrument and looking loverly (also making spectre and shigs cry)
swb or braingrind (we havnt decided yet) - drums and crying
Sounds like:
Your parents having make up sex.
Discography
"A Hundred Eyes" - EP
Contents |
A hundred eyes EP
(Fran wants to be credited with these songs but really he was all like "WIREFRAME shigs make a song out of that yo")
These songs now have layers!! (bits that fran sings off key in the background)
.hopesfall.
Drowned in the sound of conscience. (Its too much to love.) keep inventing smiles. Look back at false hope, your endeavors shrouded in mist. (Where you) beating heart (left your) beating heart and realise the things you missed
(lyrics by shigs)
!WiReFRaMe!!
We built these walls out of bits, vectors and shit. Matrices like love, no i don't understand that either. GET IT OUT OF MY HEAD, Theres nothing but death in this web, a formal definition for NOTHING. WIREFRAME! (Thats a thread of conciousness i really dig.) when i yelled WIREFRAME did you see that kid?
(lyrics by shigs and spectre)
Never bring the cops to my house again.
searching for nothing in the night. (i am ahab.) spoiling, for a fight. (i am ahab.) fuckingnothingwecandotoridthisworldofyou. (i am ahab.) i died in this gutter alright. (i am ahab.)
(lyrics by shigs and spectre)
smallmouth
smallmouth your mouth is fucking small, smallmouth you never call, smallmouth i think i love you <3 she's a babe, she's a babe. i'm killing myself for your mouth. SMALLMOUTH.
(lyrics by spectre, shigs wants nothing to do with this abomination.) Fran how am i meant to sing "<3" you loon?
be nice to them while they're young. They'll be nice to you when they're not.
Crossed legged horizons. fires that burning bright. Eyes too young to hate, wont put up a fight. Theres no meat on those bones man, dont take the bait. you could blow down those defences with a stare, do you dare? feelings flail, sense fail. You'll show her how to have a good time, with cocain and champain. theres a man on the prowl, underhat scowl (shes passed out) innocence
(lyrics by shigs about spectre and his lust for young girls. THe comedy version ends with "you better sit back down. Have another beer. shes my fucking sister man, stay well clear.")
provisional WEST COAST HARDCORE
ALWAYS REMEMBER WHEN WE SPENT IT WE SPENT IT WELL, THE TIME WE HAD was TRUEly hELL YOU DESERTED ME AND DOWN I FELL, BUt now im back with tales to tell THIS IS HOW WE FIGHT THIS IS WHY WE'RE HERE. NEVER GOING BACK ONLY FORWARD. WE GoT TOO NEAR THeres wisdom in those mountain skies. You showed me YOUR walls, THE CORPSE OF YOUR SMILE. Theres only death for me in those vallies now.
(lyrics by spectre then shigs changed them a whole bunch to be about west wales)
Other
permissions denied
I gotta make this clear without it sounding like fear. You dont belong here. The default permission is to deny. I cant do anything new when im sat here within you, the webs of application have strangled this nation. We'll do anything you say just dont hurt the vegetation. No No how can i disagree when you're all packed against me, so tight you're right, yeah you're all right.
Girl in a box
We just pulled box shapes on stage for 3 and a half minutes.
showing a lady a good time from the comfort of a burning building
Im too tired to go out tonight, my advances are denied, i guess you're stuck here too behind my firewall baby. [ 10 minutes instrumental ] Lets make a maze of flames out of this place, really set the place ablaze. We'll be dripping from the walls yeah ohh yeah really burning bright. We're the only star tonight you and me in flight fuck the outdoors tonight we're fucking alright.
The Wedding Present are shit
The Angharad Look
Side Projects
Robo Robo Polka Hey!
A collaboration of Faceache with Pthag exploring realms of robo-metal-punk polka.
Robo Robo Polka Hey!
ROBO ROBO POLKA HEY! ROBO ROBO POLKA POLKA! HEY!
More Than I Need Love
I have a hard-drive of music No hard-drive of love No no no
("lyrics" entirely by Pthag)
El Chumpa-sass-bra (a work in progress)
A collaboration of Faceache with Ulti exploring the dreamscape that is ambient-necro-filth-fusion.
El Chumpa-sass-bra trawling dah Qasbah, Up all night crawling for some pwnt, Why wont dem hotties go for some deep throat. Sassy goat got my milk soap, Sassy boat filled my croc moat, El Chumpa-sass-bra is fully stoked. El Chumpa-sass-bra mind all FUBAR, Tries to find some almighty scythe, Why wont those girls scream and rive. Sassy mace missed my posh face, Sassy Jayce represent my dis-grace, El Chumpa-sass-bra is raging out. El Chumpa-sass-bra blowin a fuse, El Chumpa-sass-bra lovin the puce, El Chumpa-sass-bra will make you refuse! (as in garbage not deny SEE HOW THAT WORKS?)
Fan submissions
Just a couple of rhymes inspired by Faceache, the greatest live band ever. Haven't had a chance to see them yet but that's what I'm told.
Looking straight into the face of the devil Nose lookin' like a bevel- ed edge, eyes like pasta, mouth forming the words 'hasta- la vista baby' like arnie like a sarnie thats slang for sandwich now its time to jam with the devilllllllllllaahhhh
Got up this morning looked out onto the restless sea I appreciated the bleak imagery That mirrored my life, im shit out of luck Wait a second I dont live next to the sea what the fuck