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You're On Mute

by Extradition Order

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    FULL COLOUR AND BEAUTIFUL ARTWORK WITH SPECIAL STICKERS AND ALL THE JOY YOU NEED TO GET BACK INTO THE NEW NORMAL

    It isn’t meant to exist. In January, Extradition Order sold out the Lexington to launch their album American Prometheus. They had plans for more shows, a tour, a bunch of singles to promote through the year before they got down to recording their next album about food writer MFK Fisher.

    Instead, they were told to stay indoors. So they did. They didn’t practise. They weren’t allowed near each other enough to play. They tried to House Party once but, as in normal life, it felt awkward and they just hung in the lobby for a while until it had been long enough to politely leave.

    This EP is a diary of what the fuck just happened to us all. Written chronologically over weeks locked down, it gives the authentic feeling of those different moments the whole world experienced together, apart – the somehow tentative optimism at the start of the world shutting down together to flatten the curve, the uncertainty and paranoia for a disease that came from nowhere and made us all fear we couldn’t smell or taste, the inappropriate pleasure sometimes felt of not having to be in the world anymore and not wanting to go back, and then the frustration and anger at seeing who the rules applied to, who they didn’t, and the demand made that what happens next isn’t the same as what was before.

    Musically the band worked on the basis that they make things work or they don’t make anything. None of them had a set up with a home studio or even the ability to plug in a guitar into anything that could properly record it. But they did have smart phones that contained free music apps and standard issue earphone and mics.

    They started to record ideas they would WhatsApp to each other, a bassline played in an app, a string arrangement played in an app, a lyric sang into an app. Entirely done over apps and WiFi, vocals recorded around locked down families with as little background noise as could be avoided. The frustration when a sequence is finally perfectly played only to not be on airplane mode and an unexpected call junk the whole lot. One band member would kick off one musical idea, another would be working on another, messaging them to Alastair who tried to arrange the threads together, sat in the bath with a water proof phone, figuring out how to edit a chord sequence. Each track was then sent to Ian Button for a final dusting down before being released when finished throughout lockdown – until the last two were held back for this complete EP.

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1.
Flattening the Curve 03:27
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Be safe and well and filled with love lyrics What do you do while you wait to get sick? Get out of bed , dance to Joe Wick Check your phone - see who's got it today your sister, your brother - maybe Bryan May Check out twitter - see despair this guy in Ireland says we'll get it in the air turn off twitter, use the Beeb - don't freak out at what you see the key to survival is routine make a tea, check your feed touch yourself, make a tea do house party make a tea make a tea make a tea make a We're flattening the curve.
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Smell and Taste 03:01
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ou see, I had a quiet life. I was a little man and I didn’t do much interacting with the people are where I did stand. You see, it was in China then. It didn’t have much to do with me or my friends. My few, limited, friends. I don’t want to be someone who get it. Oh Lord – the next thing I knew, everyone was going around, banging elbows, banging shoes. What am I supposed to do? Look a total fool? And everyone wants so much loo roll. Mountains of the stuff. What are they doing in there? What are they flushing down there? I used to not have a care and now everyone’s getting prepared. And I’m getting scared. I don’t want to be someone who gets it. Now these guys come along and they want to take away my freedom. It seems to be done for no reason. I never committed something close to treason. I’ve never been political, I’ve never called for world peace, now they say they want me to lock myself indoors and I just have 30 minutes daily release. Three weeks of this at least. How am I supposed to keep myself entertained for this amount? I don’t have a Netflix account. I don’t want to be someone who gets it. I want to smell things and taste things. I would get some box sets but the libraries are locked down. I’m starting to developing a noticeable frown. But I guess that’s better than a hospital gown. I don’t know. On Thursdays we applaud for those who act for no such reward. It’s nice to see the street, briefly, and know yeh maybe they won’t get us beat.
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Let's Touch Again 02:28
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communityedit navigation bar Let's Touch Again by Extradition Order Share / Embed Wishlist Edit Delete Bulk Edit 00:00 / 02:28 Digital Track Streaming + Download Includes unlimited streaming via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more. Buy Digital Track £1 GBP or more Send as Gift about This came from a minimalist string bit by Matt and then Alastair played with it and wrote a wee lockdown love song with everyone piling in vocals. lyrics Come on let’s breathe again. Come on let’s taste again. Come on be more than friends. Come on. Come on, let’s touch again. Come on, let’s kiss again. Come on, let’s get close again Come on. When they count the bodies , lay them all out, will they remember what we did sealed together? Running by the cemetery, take aways were celebratory. Your keyboard clacking like a gun, we held together as one. Chili and ginger and natural wine - I need the simplicity of you being mine. I miss your body pressed into mine, when we were sealed together, quarantined together. It’s been hard to be connected, harder to feel reckless. I want to feel your droplets drowning me. And I don’t want two metres from me and what I needed - I want to feel your body, inside me. I want to break your back and climb in, take our time and take everything. Seal myself and just be you, not a single soul, merged from two. Part of every part of you - come on. Come on let’s breathe again Come on let’s taste again Come on let’s kiss again Come on let’s be each other Come on
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Everyone's a Scientist Now 02:34
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I might face a backlash for my thoughtless dash- The government said stay but I ran – I ran. Think about someone else then, oh everyone’s a socialist now, everyone’s a scientist now. But, friends, I’d rather batter out my brains than have to be all alone. All alone with them. But this is the only fix, like back in 1666. You got to break a few eggs ever century or so. But I don’t know what that means for me. I have intense personal needs. I have a need for you and the world can go get screwed. I am walking away from what they say I’m supposed to do – the world can go get screwed. Don’t give up – chin, chin up. Give the dog a bone and everyone gets a new home. Why the long frown? You always wanted a crown. Be the change you want to see and maybe you’ll find your dignity. I am walking away from what they say I’m supposed to do – the world can go get screwed.
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Turn Off the Engine 02:15
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t wasn’t a choice. It wasn’t an option. They just said turn it off – furlough it. All that. So what happens when things just don’t happen? All the things that last forever, just don’ What happens when they turn it off. What happens when they turn you off, when they turn me off, what happens when everything just gets – turned – off Like, everything. Off Well – we keep happening. It was dark at first and I didn’t know how to manage without the brushing against strangers But sooner or later it got calm and I realised I could live with being contagious I know there’s talk about going back into it The old college chant’s desperate to start up again They want to take down the barricades But I’ve decided I don’t want to be part of what got waylaid No more of any of it No more waiting for festival tickets to come unlocked No more quick drinks No more 5 a side No more flirting over coffee cups No more useful 360 feedbacks Turn it off lads And that bit Turn off that last bit All of it
6.
Put Your Tongue in my Mouth 02:30
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We sat around for too long, want to feel something wrong, we won’t want to be polite, we’ve been polite. Need our muscles to get tight Want to get back in the fight, fight, fight Don’t want to hold you near, want a tongue in my ear, want to feel a little fear, want to taste blood in my mouth. Put the blood in my mouth. I’m savage now. They say stay, I will leave, want to do what I please. Want to feel who I please, so please me. Why do you let your flow go so quickly? Why did you let them take you so lightly? You refuse to kneel so easily. Cos I don’t want your love, want to burn everything up. Your body is so wasted. I don’t want to waste more shit. This isn’t nothing clever, this is basic. Not Paul’s Boutique, it’s Fortnite. It’s basic bitch. Don’t want love. Just want to fuck up. Just want to fight. Oh I relate - feel the certainty of this hate. Nobody gets out the house and breaths no more. Nobody walks down the street and breaths no more. We can’t breathe no more. I want to taste the blood in my mouth. No one else is out the house. I need air, I need feed I need to brake some bones and correct me. I’m savage now.

about

It isn’t meant to exist. In January, Extradition Order sold out the Lexington to launch their album American Prometheus. They had plans for more shows, a tour, a bunch of singles to promote through the year before they got down to recording their next album about food writer MFK Fisher.

Instead, they were told to stay indoors. So they did. They didn’t practise. They weren’t allowed near each other enough to play. They tried to House Party once but, as in normal life, it felt awkward and they just hung in the lobby for a while until it had been long enough to politely leave.

This EP is a diary of what the fuck just happened to us all. Written chronologically over weeks locked down, it gives the authentic feeling of those different moments the whole world experienced together, apart – the somehow tentative optimism at the start of the world shutting down together to flatten the curve, the uncertainty and paranoia for a disease that came from nowhere and made us all fear we couldn’t smell or taste, the inappropriate pleasure sometimes felt of not having to be in the world anymore and not wanting to go back, and then the frustration and anger at seeing who the rules applied to, who they didn’t, and the demand made that what happens next isn’t the same as what was before.

Musically the band worked on the basis that they make things work or they don’t make anything. None of them had a set up with a home studio or even the ability to plug in a guitar into anything that could properly record it. But they did have smart phones that contained free music apps and standard issue earphone and mics.

They started to record ideas they would WhatsApp to each other, a bassline played in an app, a string arrangement played in an app, a lyric sang into an app. Entirely done over apps and WiFi, vocals recorded around locked down families with as little background noise as could be avoided. The frustration when a sequence is finally perfectly played only to not be on airplane mode and an unexpected call junk the whole lot. One band member would kick off one musical idea, another would be working on another, messaging them to Alastair who tried to arrange the threads together, sat in the bath with a water proof phone, figuring out how to edit a chord sequence. Each track was then sent to Ian Button for a final dusting down before being released when finished throughout lockdown – until the last two were held back for this complete EP.

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released September 1, 2020

This EP was made with the phones of Alastair Harper, Matthew Bergin, Radhika Aggarwal, Rosie Beard, Anoushka Kenley and Jeremy Walton. It was mixed and mastered by Ian Button. Artwork by Nathan Brenville

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