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The New Art History

by Our Lost Infantry

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"Kenning" video: www.youtube.com/watch?v=lE8gDYrGGz8
"Streetlights" video: www.youtube.com/watch?v=qcHOCbkugfY

OUR LOST INFANTRY aren't a band to be taken lightly...trust us on this one. With gutsy riffs, fearless choruses, breathtaking harmonies and a penchant to lean post-rock, this fad-free British quartet has harnessed the pure emotional power of all-out rock moments with quieter spells of delicate beauty to deliver a refreshingly potent "expect the unexpected" progressive art-rock debut. The band's grand scheme for The New Art History was to create a listening experience comprised of separate but linked musical sections with an overall lyrical flow...in essence creating what one might call the world's first "post-rock opera." And succeed they did, in droves...creating something astoundingly special, genuinely unique and unquestionably epic. Ticking all the boxes you could ever need ticked, every song is good as the rest, every moment as strong as the last. Our Lost Infantry have a stellar ability to convey hope, love, loss and fear within one almighty holler. All encompassing, ever evolving and completely enthralling, Our Lost Infantry can do no wrong. The New Art History is a true masterwork that will be reveled as a classic for years to come.

"The new art history movement was a re-examination of the canon in the light of new schools of thought. For me, these songs are doing a similar thing - looking over my life and thoughts, re-evaluating where I am and where I've been. I tend to write quite opaque words, which might not mean anything without a particular 'key' to unravel them. I hope this means there's meaning to be found in them over time, rather than immediate understanding. As for our band name, we wanted to capture the sense of the loss of childhood, and the fight not to become wage slaves. The word 'infantry' seemed perfect - the idea of a generation seen as an army trying to be as hopeful, open and happy as we were when we were children" says lead songsmith / guitarist / vocalist Thom Ashworth.

Drummer Michael Parkin continues, "We hope people enjoy the album purely as a listening experience in terms of the sonics we've created and the ebb and flow of instrumental and vocal parts. Equally, the lyrics take in love, loss, childhood, fatherhood, physics, theology and the work of Alan Ginsberg, so there is something for everyone. When we locked ourselves away to write this album, we were really keen to find our own sound that incorporated all of our influences and elements of previous songwriting efforts, but develop it into something we could really be proud of, and the kind of music we would want to listen to ourselves. We want people to be able to listen more than once and pick up new stuff every time they return, whether it's lyrical passages or sonic details. We hope people will hear new things on every repeated listen and that The New Art History will mean as much to them as it does to us. We have put our heart and soul into this record and are extremely proud of the results."

"Bursting with promise...best choruses of the year...the best possible start...pretty much perfect." - DIY

"Millimeter perfect artsy post-rock that is an absolute joy to listen to. Completely enthralling." - Hooked On Music

"Epic, melodious, brave...they really found their voice...a record worthy of breaking this band." - These Are Sounds

OUR LOST INFANTRY is Thom Ashworth (guitar / vocals), Joe Ashworth (bass / vocals), Matt Phelps (keyboards / vocals) and Michael Parkin (drums / vocals). The album was produced by Thom Ashworth and recorded, mixed and mastered at Opus Studios on the Surrey / Hampshire border. The band has played on the BBC Introducing stage, been interviewed and spun on BBC Radio 1 and BBC 6 and has already received critical acclaim from the likes of The Daily Star and a multitude of indie tastemakers. Our Lost Infantry recently released a video for "All The Streetlights Of My Hometown" (www.youtube.com/watch?v=4GyzvfcHtL4) which was shot in the Blefell Mountains in Telemark, Norway by director Jonas Grimeland. The band hails from the mean streets of Aldershot, England, approximately 30 miles southwest of London.

Recommended For Fans of: Brand New, Arcade Fire, Explosions In The Sky, Grammatics, She Bears

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released 14 November 2012

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Track Name: Kenning
wrote an alibi in mistletoe. and drove it through my heart. left it there to watch it. to pull my ribs apart. left the blessing incomplete. and dying on the vine. stole the ground beneath my feet.is this gracious or malign? bells will toll ‘the king is dead’. crowds sing ‘long live the king’. heap the blessings on his head. anoint with oil and eulogy. withering out a young man’s state. still i dream of being born. cracking rocks at slumber’s gate. forging chains by which we’re drawn. sand will settle while we wait. these feet of clay will turn to stone. playing over my mistakes. make your peace or die alone. til seven years have come and gone. in secret i will wait. shadowed under reddened rocks. sleep by day and nights awake
Track Name: Fearless
this state of grace that we have found. you pull me up, you break me down. this state of grace exists between us. drenched in your blood and i’m dying. to just lay here with you. making no sense of the white noise. and pheromone scent, i’m shaking. please don’t turn away. lay on your side with me. plan out our history. clavicle to clavicle. skin against my skin. this state of grace that we have found. you pull me up, you break me down. this state of grace exists between us. all the hollow spaces. of my head and neck and chest. and childhood home. are ringing out in sympathy. for all the things. i still haven’t done (i’ll go there with you). this state of grace that we have found. you pull me up, you break me down. this state of grace exists between us. we dare to dream at least in silence
Track Name: The Tremors
pounding at the temples as it starts. it blossoms like bruises on hands and hips and hearts. whole days without speaking a word, nights spent curled like a newborn. losing all sense of momentum, the weight of my body is gone. these things come out at night. dead from the neck down. these feet will just make it home. to hide in the dark of my ribcage, to wait til the tremors have gone. breaking the tips from my fingers and spitting the words from my tongue. these things come out at night
Track Name: All The Streetlights Of My Hometown
all these steps are duplicates of journeys i have made a hundred times. take the footbridge cross the water, to the place where i said goodbye. hoping i'd be leaving, hoping i would not be back again. in search of safety, we killed the night sky. my sense of foresight was always blind. the sun has set on battlefields but we can still wage war most every night. propping up our teenage dreams, 'til closing time we put the world to rights. thinking we'd be leaving, thinking we would not be back again. in search of safety, we killed the night sky. my sense of foresight was always blind. all the streetlights of my hometown are blotting out the stars tonight
Track Name: Avogadro
this feeling i'm fighting a battle and losing. i can't quantify what i'm trying to achieve here. this gift of clear vision that's fading, dissolving. stuck in a rut between feeling and hoping. just bodies under pressure and heat, you can wait til you're dead to sleep. this feeling i'm fighting a battle and losing. i can't quantify what i'm trying to achieve here. this gift of clear vision that's fading, dissolving. stuck in a rut between feeling and hoping. just bodies under pressure and heat, you can wait til you're dead to sleep. the sand will settle, the sand will settle
Track Name: To Meet Your Maker
teleology gave us pause for thought. a mirror conversation in the absence of god. a pragmatist i've always been but desperate to believe. in holy welfare handouts i'm not programmed to receive. the devil's in the details, or so they say, at least. what's heresy between us but a reason not to speak? and if i am circumspect in spilling out my truth. be sure that i am frightened, not just trying to be aloof. fearful of the dialogue, this means to just one end. let sleeping sages lie and maybe i can stay your friend. you're mumbling st. anselm with a knife across your chest. this pretence of righteous anger, give it all a fucking rest. when you go to meet your maker, may it live up to your dreams. but this absence isn't public, it's between my god and me (the lights are all on, but no-one's home)
Track Name: The Hollow
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Track Name: Howl
i'll be with you in rockland. you'll look perfect in the snow .i'll be with you in rockland. on cross country trains we'll go. i'll be with you in rockland. you lain on sheets so white. i'll be with you in rockland. your laughter frozen in the light. in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes. such a perfect way to lose my mind. take this gift of passion under fire. desperate that we always find the time. i'll be with you in rockland. listing place and time. i'll be with you in rockland. your freezing hand in mine. i'll be with you in rockland. god, take me back there now. i'll be with you in rockland. we will howl. in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes. such a perfect way to lose my mind. take this gift of passion under fire. desperate that we always find the time
Track Name: Day After Day
shackled to the weight of what we've lost. rules and regulations, ticking clocks. now there's no map to find our way back home. disoriented is all we've ever known. losing sense, pounding and flashing lights. still it looks like the end of the world at the end of the night. promises that get so hard to keep. i'm holding my stomach, singing myself to sleep. we're praying for blackouts now (we're getting out, we're getting out). i know somehow we're getting out. follow me down here, i won't look back. for fear of reprisals, the weight of the counter attack. dividing the spoils of a war we could never endorse. ending our lives in the red seems par for the course. we're praying for blackouts now (we're getting out, we're getting out). i know somehow we're getting out. day after day, cradle to grave. i'm still the same boy i always was. if i should die, think this of me. i'm still the same boy i always was
Track Name: Avogadro (Acoustic)
this feeling i'm fighting a battle and losing. i can't quantify what i'm trying to achieve here. this gift of clear vision that's fading, dissolving. stuck in a rut between feeling and hoping. just bodies under pressure and heat, you can wait til you're dead to sleep. this feeling i'm fighting a battle and losing. i can't quantify what i'm trying to achieve here. this gift of clear vision that's fading, dissolving. stuck in a rut between feeling and hoping. just bodies under pressure and heat, you can wait til you're dead to sleep. the sand will settle, the sand will settle