Television EP

by Post War

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    Play this on your home stereo or in your car-without-a-USB-jack, or take it down to the shocking disc jockey competition at the corner pub and chuck it on between Teenage Dirtbag and Rhinestone Cowboy. All photos by Braden Palmer.

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1.
On Tilt 03:18
Late at night I'm television, wired for sound and tired and missing the bands and cathode rays I used to know where every act was one audition, and I'm lit up, on tilt, a given, cruising off to bed in static glow. You pull me down and it throws me off kilter, you smoke a cigarette right down to the filter. Good thing you and I are built to last. I am not your talk show host, This is not some golden tone. This is not a city life, You are not some microphone. You pull me down and it throws me off balance, Beer makes me numb and wine makes you callous. Good thing you and I are built to last.
2.
Where do I begin? The young are never making sense. They whisper words I've never sung, negligible nonsense. Where do we end up, my love? That isn't what I meant. I love you like my brother loves receiving compliments. And you are my award, my prize racehorse, and as you ride, restored, my sight distorts. And you're no star of track and field, you're not a beautiful person, but you are my award.
3.
You were in love for a short time, with an idle song in the back of your mind. I scribbled it down using paper and turpentine, but I always forgot that the first and last rhyme. Now you don't get excited about anything and I don't get upset when the phone doesn't ring as much as it used to. I was in love for a short time with an idle song in the back of your throat. I scribbled it down and you said that you didn't mind, but when I said them out loud, I started to choke. Now you don't get excited about anything and I don't get upset when the phone doesn't ring quite as much as it used to.
4.
Carefully I cast my net into the mud of Mt President. I am saving every cent to send you to another town. That one's outta luck, that dog's not gonna hunt. Carefully I cast my net and save our state. I will never forget I asked to wait. Now I'm only half awake, lethargy is not a saint. Carefully I cast my net into the mud of Mt President. I am taking any bet from anybody in the town. This one's comin' first, am I just another curse? Carefully I cast my net and weigh you down. You told me that I "had better stick around." But I am only half-awake somewhere in another state.

about

Some bits and bobs that we recorded in the tail end of 2015 just before B went away to see the world and the rest of us enjoyed the heat of a particularly brutal summer. Ended up including two songs that were written with different iterations of the band: On Tilt, with our first guitarist, and Prize Racehorse, which started as a song from a previous band.

All songs were performed by Post War, engineered and mixed at the Blast Furnace by Moose Cuthbertson and mastered at Azimuth by Bill Henderson.

credits

released May 20, 2016

J Klynsmith - Vocals, guitar
L Grimwood - Vocals, guitar
A Buchanan - Bass
B Palmer - Drums, percussion

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Post War Adelaide, Australia

Jingle jangle alternative guitar band. For fans of: Santana riffs in your bedroom, playing videogames, slam jam poetry, Space Jam remixes, other bashful behaviour.

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