Released February 5th on 7" only. No CD version. No download version on iTunes or elsewhere that I've found. No way for most music buyers to listen or discover.
This is the second single for which this has been the case...
Nice job, Fierce Panda. Continue running one of my favourite bands into obscurity.
If you pop over to Myspace there's a video to go with the title track, which has been redone from the album version to give a punchier sound. The b-side sounds fun as well, snippet heard thanks to Juno who give previews even for the vinyl they sell.
Full review if I decide I feel like paying over the odds for a radio/review promo CDR off eBay that the band get nothing from the proceeds of...
Time passes. Cherubs frolic. Tension builds. Velvet curtains open. Mimes cavort and are mocked. *
...mug, aren't I? Acquired a promo of this, and a promo of previous vinyl-only release Green Eyeliner (2006 single backed with a neat studio version of the Harum Scarum instrumental, not the CD on Purr.) I'd feel ripped off if the music weren't worth all the hassle. It is, but that doesn't lessen the annoyance at Fierce Panda — release this stuff through iTunes already. (Those of you paying attention know I dislike iTunes, due to the encoding quality of tracks I've bought previously, but as their album and another single are available already there it seems a realistic place to start. If nothing else the existence of promo radio/review CDRs proves that the material is there, digital-ready.)
Venom on hold for a minute, here we have a non-album recording/mix of How Come You Don't Hold Me No More, replete with bigger sound, heavier percussion and little guitar kicks that bring out the best in what is, at heart, a break-up song. Quite a radio-friendly builder, clocking in at a round four minutes. They do happier music as well, but the Puppies have "soulful belter" sewn up, and the videos keep getting more and more professional. Maybe if the release was more accessible you'd be hearing this band on whatever music TV has replaced Top of the Pops...
Flies On The Ceiling arrives with more gusto than the preview clip suggested, a distinctively confident and steady beat accompanying lyrics built around an equally Puppies-ish note of unheimlich: "But now I'm just a bump under the linoleum..."
Yet to hear an unlikeable release from this lot, and I don't expect that to change soon.
Note from the future: the single has now been added to the iTunes Store.
How Come You Don't Hold Me No More? How come you don't hold me no more? How come you don't hold me no more? I'm still the same fool that I was before... But now I'm a fool who's not held anymore How come you don't walk with me no more? How come you don't walk with me no more? They're the same old streets as before... Is this the way it will be forevermore? What do you see... differently? Oh sweet mercy... I don't understand it I don't understand it, try as hard as I might I don't understand you... How come you don't sing for me no more? How come you don't sing for me no more? Those funny, happy songs of before That had everybody dancing in the hall How come you don't hold me no more? How come you don't hold me no more? You look like you've never seen me before Is this the way it will be forevermore? What can I say... to stem the decay? Or even just to hear my name... I don't understand it I don't understand it, try as hard as I might I don't understand you... How come you don't hold me no more? (x8)
Flies On The Ceiling Revolving chair, take me there, anywhere, I don't care There are times when a man must sit alone From grievance to obedience and mild inconvenience There are times when a man must sit alone CHORUS: I can remember when that clock wasn't yellow I can remember when those faces were young I can remember a time when things would work out fine But now I'm just a bump under the linoleum From barroom snacks to shark attacks There's no-one left to counteract There are times when a man must eat alone And ooh, I'd like to trail the sky To the tracks that are running down your eyes There are times when a man must be alone CHORUS There's flies on the ceiling... or is it the roof? (x3) Revolving chair, take me there, anywhere, I don't care There are times when a man must be alone