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City: Birmingham
Country: UK
Signup Date: 2/6/2005

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Thursday, November 05, 2009 
So this year we thought that everyone deserved a really great present, one that they could buy off of us. In our usual stupid way we thought that we should have a go at getting into the charts for Christmas by writing an absolute blinder of a Christmas single, and that is exactly what we did. The track "Missing You (the true meaning of Christmas)" will be released on the 7th Dec, if you value our Christmas you will buy it off iTunes and get us in the charts for the festive season. Also I promise that you will never have heard Blakfish this good before...
Wednesday, October 21, 2009 
So we've had a load of messages asking for album lyrics, so here we go -

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Economics....

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This is terrific, I can’t believe it, how am I in the red?....

I’ve not been over, since last October, Fuck You Mr Santander.....

This is one outrageous charge, I haven’t even used my card.....

Bankers, you heartless bastards.....

We know that there’s a problem, and why the economy is so bleak,....

When what we all earn in one year, Footballers earn in one week.....

Nine to five data entry funeral procession, ....

I doubt this recession I’ve heard so much about.....

Let’s all get a loan, and a contract phone,....

‘Cus I still live at home and I pick up the dole,....

and I play Euro Millions each week in the hope that I’ll win.....

Everybody wants more.....

When you open your eyes, and five years has flown by,....

You’ll realise this ain’t where you wanted to be.....

With two kids a mortgage, career and insurance,....

‘Cus you thought happiness came with being wealthy but it don’t.....

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Ringo Starr – 2nd best drummer in the Beatles....

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It could be worse, we could be dead.....

But you’ll keep on buying it when,....

Every verse is all the same,....

But you’ve misunderstood almost,....

Every word, that’s ever said,....

But it could be worse, we could be dead.....

Get a clue, ....

I don’t like disco,....

Why do you? ....

Or nu rave techno,....

Get a clue,....

I don’t like disco,....

Why don’t you get a clue.....

This scene is dead why would you come to shows?....

When this whole town is filled with pubs and clubs and discos.....

I don’t know what came first, the shit music or the shit drugs, ....

But I do know that all the kids that used to go to shows now go to clubs.....

I don’t like dance music and I don’t think that I ever will.....

Always I will…....

Society,....

Get a clue,....

You’ve deserted me,....

Get a clue.....

You take the top ten as Gospel.....

Shame all the songs are fucking awful.....

Just buy CD’s and Mp3’s from HMV,....

You’re bleeding money,....

The press campaign will rot your brain,....

It’s the same shade of grey,....

And who the fuck is Simon Cowell to tell people....

That they can’t sing?....

I’ve never heard him sing a note in my life.....

This is why, my friends lend me CD’s and I don’t buy.....

I trust their, judgement over what’s on air.....

Never again....

This is such a joke sell the charts out.....

Indie bands take note eat your hearts out.....

It could be worse, we could be dead, ....

I don’t know how we survived but all I know is we did.....

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Your hair’s straight but your boyfriend ain’t....

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Here he is, the Indie King,....

He thinks he’s so much hotter than you and me.....

Gas him in Lynx, the stench of CK one makes me want to be sick.....

You look like an extra from the Wild Wild West yeah you do.....

Waistcoats and cowboy boots, aren’t and never have been cool it’s true.....

Guess how much this shit shirt costs.....

Far too much for one of us.....

If I had a penny for every high street look alike,....

I’d be a happy man.....

They say do it, we see through it, we’re no Topman mannequin’s.....

We’ll form a mob and camp outside his house until he comes out,....

That’s when we will drown, and then dissect him with his own CD collection.....

Those who boast, I hate the most, so let’s make a toast to fashion....

Don’t get excited, it’s soon expired,....

I’m sick and tired, of all this buying.....

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If the good Lord had intended us to walk, he wouldn’t have invented rollerskates....

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Cast off, bombs away,....

I’m hopelessly, underpaid.....

I’m going travelling, not moving away,....

Will you wait for me?....

But I can’t sleep, ‘cus I’ve been thinking of all the things that you’ll be doing without me,....

And a postcard from time to time is no consolation prize,....

Nor is it any peace of mind for me.....

I can’t help but not trust you.....

This isn’t fun, I can’t begin, thinking of things....

You’re going to end up leaving me.....

This isn’t fun.....

This was never going to be easy.....

Water, water everywhere but not a drop to drink,....

I think with all these holes we bear, it’s likely we will sink.....

Cast off, bombs away, I’m hopelessly underpaid,....

You’ve gone travelling, well that’s OK,....

But where does that leave me?....

Cus I can’t sleep.....

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We beg, we borrow, we steal....

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I’m having problems with my health and sanity,....

Though I know there’s millions out there far worse off than me.....

I don’t want to be content, nor rich, just pissed,....

And relatively free to do as I please.....

I want to be six again and naive, ....

Play computer games and just eat Chinese.....

I want to be six again and naïve,....

Play computer games all day.....

When I grow up I want to be successful, rich and happy.....

Giving in I’m giving in.....

My head is still at home,....

My heart’s not in it.....

I can’t wait to be alone, ....

Cook myself some dinner.....

If this is all these people know,....

Fucking hell they’re idiots.....

I’ve had it up to here with, the problem with my peers is,....

A Bad education with such little expectations, and no ambition.....

I’ve had it up to here with…....

Young professionals,....

With no soul at all,....

They’re all so comfortable,....

We beg, borrow and steal.....

I’m underpaid and underworked but that’s OK,....

‘Cus I do as I please with my spare time on most days.....

I don’t want to work full time, I’m almost happy with my life this way,....

And almost happy’s fine with me.....

Why not claim benefits? ....

Pop out a few unwanted kids.....

When all our taxes go towards cigarettes for whores....

Who’s kids’ll grow up to do exactly the same as they did.....

Fuck all the yuppies and unemployed,....

They’ve all got it wrong give them a choice,....

Teach them young,....

To get the balance between work and fun.....

Society’s torn, there is a war,....

No-one think’s they’ll win, but I’m not sure,....

Work or play, slave or chain, micro meals or gourmet?....

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I saw a car on fire there once....

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I thought it was alright to park here, but it’s not OK.....

One pound put in the meter but it’s a loading bay.....

Alright it’s clearly marked, but not quite clear enough,....

But I’ll pay your parking fine, thank you very much.....

Fund your city on this, prey on the naïve,....

I’d burn your city just if it made parking free.....

Congestion charge my fucking arse, I can’t help but laugh,....

I paid my road tax right, right from the start.....

Give me a God damn break,....

Steal all my spare change,....

Just give me a God damn break.....

Get me off the M40.....

I don’t live here so why should I pay? ....

I wouldn’t come either if I had my way.....

NCP....

You can’t charge me when I don’t drive,....

Congestion charge my feet in no time,....

Fuck you I will appeal this fine,....

You can’t charge me when I don’t drive.....

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The closer to the bone, the sweeter the meat....

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If I were a Caribou, I’d be sure to carry you.....

I wish I was as tall as General Sherman.....

Then I might be able to protect and provide for you, sometimes.....

Monkeys eat berries and Lions eat Monkeys,....

People shoot lions for fur and for fun. ....

Deal with it.....

This is, this is it.....

This is where I keep my mouth shut.....

Come with us if you are carnivorous.....

This is an issue, it’s not too late, we can forgive you.....

It cannot all, it cannot always, be left to fate.....

Murder.....

Meat is murder.....

This is their war cry and you’ve heard it a thousand times.....

This is an issue, it’s not too late, we can forgive you. ....

Give in, fuck it, why’d you even bother it’s not like they’ve got feelings…....

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Randy Sage – True American hero....

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And this is all that I ask for, just for me to get in,....

And why is it such a task for them.....

I just want to cross your border, security’s heightened when,....

My papers all are in order so why would you question them?....

I can’t, get near it, I can’t.....

What’s your fixed address?....

I’m sorry Sir, I just don’t know yet.....

What’s the reason for your stay?....

Welcome to the USA.....

And this is all that I ask for, just for me to get in,....

And why is it such a task for them.....

I just want to cross your border, security’s heightened when,....

My papers all are in order so why would you question them?....

I can’t, get near it , i can’t.....

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I’m laughing now, but it’s no joke…....

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Away from the fumes and the teenage blues....

Cross country. Cross city, in my worn out shoes.....

For a life less complex....

Where a man can be free.....

Replace all my possessions....

With sky, mountains, trees.....

And this is what I want....

I think it’s for the best.....

My thoughts will keep me company....

I don’t need anybody else but me....

My thoughts will keep me company....

I don’t need anybody else but…....

Alone, hungry, and scared....

Happiness is better shared.....

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9th base....

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Oh my God, it’s just a joke; don’t take it to heart,....

If I want to see you choke, to make me get off.....

I like my women petit, as well as black and blue.....

Here I come to punch your face, and then fuck with you.....

I’m a business man everything’s awful,....

I’m a family man why can’t you see?....

Get you drunk everything is just normal,....

Now take advantage of me…....

Oh my God, please don’t do that,....

Oh my God, it hurts.....

Oh my God, what are you scared of?....

This is how it works.....

This is 9th base....

You don’t mean, mean shit to me.....

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Scotlands worst invention....

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I hate TV, watch a film instead,....

Hundreds of channels, still nothing on, ....

Except for “what not to wear”.....

And now on, on Sky one, “the Simpsons”, I’ve seen this one.....

Previously on Lost, we’re going to watch fifteen minutes that we’ve already watched.....

And ‘cus every episode’s exactly the same, we’re going to leave you on a cliffhanger again.....

Nothing on.....

I’m channel hopping but it seems to me there’s nothing that I want to watch.....

I feel like stopping but it’s easier to just sit and drop off.....

BBC, I see,....

MTV, I see,....

ABC, I see,....

ITV, I see.....

What’s with all these fucking soaps, I want Ray Mears not Hollyoaks.....

You might think that I’m being blunt but who seriously watches bargain hunt?....

I don’t take note of what they say, ‘cus I look good naked anyway…....

I know, I know, I want it.....

Daytime TV makes me sick, and I’m sick of it,....

Go outside, ride a bike, just do something.....

Stand by…....

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Friday, August 07, 2009 
Monday, June 29, 2009 
So we're curating an event called 'Off the Cuff' that's being held at the Flapper in Birmingham on the 5th and 6th of September. We've got an outside stage in the courtyard and some acoustic acts playing on the roof of a barge, so it's going to be fucking great. We have beer and food and DJ's and a great line up.

In no particular order -

Hot Club De Paris, The Ghost of a Thousand, Dartz!, Haunts, The Computers, Pulled Apart By Horses, Copy Haho, Shapes, The JCQ, Sam Issac, Youves, Holy State, Calories, Scholars, Kong, The Tupolev Ghost, James Moss, Greatest Hits, Shoes & Socks Off, 4 or 5 Magicians + Boat to Row.

Get over and have a look at the myspace, and then get a ticket...

www.myspace.com/offthecuff09

Cheap early bird tickets - http://www.wegottickets.com/f/9..31

Outdoor and boat stages!

Thursday, May 07, 2009 

Follow the below link to a lovely article that NME have written about us that includes you being able to download 'Ringo Starr, 2nd Best Drummer in the Beatles' for FREE! We just can't stop giving you shit for nothing...


http://www.nme.com/blog/index.php?blog=134&p=6303&more=1&c=1&tb=1&pb=1#more6303

Tuesday, April 28, 2009 

Current mood:  hungover
If you want to get economics for free get your arse over to
www.hasslerecords.com/blakfish
It's worth it...
Currently listening:
Mambo No. 5
By Lou Bega
Release date: 1999-06-03
Tuesday, April 21, 2009 
It's a 300 watt 4 x 12 Marshall 1960a, as I tour a lot it has got a few dinks and 2 very small rips in the mesh, also the metal plaque on the bottom left has disappeared but it works perfectly, I had one of the speakers replaced and redid some of the wiring so it is completely reliable. It also has casters on it so it's easy to move around. I'm looking for £250, if you're interested message us or email

Sam.Manville@Googlemail.com

Thanks


Tuesday, March 24, 2009 

Current mood:  blah
Category: Goals, Plans, Hopes
So we will be putting one of the tracks off of our forthcoming album up for your aural pleasure this coming Sunday around mid day. We will also be giving you the chance to download "Economics" for FREE if you sign up to our mailing list, lame I know but it works both ways OK?!
On the subject of lame the album is not going to released until August 10th, believe me when I say this is more frustrating for us than you but unfortunately it is out of our hands so we will all just have to patient. In the meantime we will be releasing a track off the record on 7" in May, it will feature a very special B-Side that we've just recorded.



Oh, and that really is my phone number, not sure why it's up, if they Jonas Brothers can do it then so can we... if you're bored call me. We're off to Europe on Wednesday though , it's going to be amazing...

Currently listening:
You're Beautiful [CD 1]
By James Blunt
Release date: 2005-05-30
Monday, March 16, 2009 
We thought that as you lovely people have always helped us out that when we are in a position to help others we will. We thought the best way of doing this is if all you lot choose a charity and then we donate a percentage of the album sales to the chosen cause. If you would like to put forward a charity please just comment on this blog and the charity with the most requests will win.

We've got quite a few shows coming up and quite a few to be announced so keep your eyes on the listings and we hope to hang out with you all soon.

Hope everyone's well.


Thursday, March 05, 2009 
Written by the charming Mischa Pearlman on the 25th of February 2009:

Ask the four members of Blakfish how they got together and they’ll tell you that they met in juvenile detention center. Enquire as to how they got there and they’ll present you with a plethora of outrageous crimes. Ask them what the point of their music is and they’ll reply that there isn’t one. You see, they don’t really want you to ask questions about what they’re doing, they just want you to enjoy it. That’s why they made the album, so that’s why you should listen to it. Simple really.

Hailing from Birmingham, Blakfish – Thomas Rock, Richard Hollywood, Robert Fruit and Sammy Vile if you want their whimsical rock’n’roll names– have been moulding and shaping their sound for a good few years now, building things up slowly and surely and always having fun in the process. In 2008, they released their debut EP, See You In Another City, to widespread critical acclaim from underground and mainstream press alike, and played almost 200 shows . If you’ve been to any of their gigs, you’ll wonder how they can muster the energy and strength to play like that more than just once, let alone for more than half the year. But that’s what they did, impressing audience after audience with their visceral songs and ferocious stage presence, living day by day, hand by mouth, putting everything they could into their songs.  

What they never anticipated doing, was recording their debut album over five weeks in Seattle at Redroom Studios. Joining a long list of cult/legendary bands to have laid down tracks there – from These Arms Are Snakes to Minus The Bear to Mastodon – Blakfish took their songs to producer Chris Common. Together, they worked closely to record, very organically and with no overdubs, autotune or drum samples, what they would later call ‘Champions. That was something that was never on the agenda for them.
“We don’t set out goals for the band,” says Tom. “Someone will say, ‘This has happened’ and we’ll be like, ‘Oh. That could have been a goal if we’d thought about it.’ But it’s easier that way.”
“We don’t really try that hard at all,” adds Rich. “I mean, we try hard to be good, but we don’t go over the top to try hard. But at the same time, we’re not that amazed when things happen. It’s probably the Birmingham mentality – things just happen to you.”
“And I’m always worried about what’s going to go wrong,” laughs Sam. “Like, ‘Are you sure it’s happened?!’”

One listen to ‘Champions’ and you know it’s happened! They came up with that title late one night in the studio. There’s no back story, no deeper meaning, no real reason why it’s called that, but it fits with their carefree, live-for-moment outlook.
“We started shouting ‘Winners! Champions! Winners and Champions!’ one night,” explains Tom, “and it just suited us in an arrogant kind of way. “We wanted to call it ‘Fuck You’, but you can’t really call it that.” It’s being released by Hassle Records, who have already put out records by the likes of Rolo Tomassi, Thursday and Alexisonfire. Blakfish are the latest string to that already impressive bow and this album slots in neatly next to the sharp and deadly hardcore arrows of their labelmates. Skim over the songtitles - ‘Ringo Starr – 2nd Best Drummer In The Beatles’, ‘Your Hair’s Straight But Your Boyfriend Ain’t’ are just two of the gems – and it’s clear that Blakfish aren’t taking anything too seriously. Yet the vicious songs that this album spits out, the larynx-ripping screams, the complex and intelligent song structures, make it just as clear that Blakfish are a band to be taken very seriously indeed.

And ‘Champions’ is, frankly, a brutal record. It straddles genres and feelings, choking you and caressing you at the same time. The influences of Seattle and numerous American hardcore bands are there, but it’s just as much a product of - and reaction to - their hometown of Birmingham, and the socio-political dilemma this country has been in for a very long time now. But it’s not necessarily about the politics. It can be if you want it to be, but really, the state of the world is just one of many disparate things that influenced this record.  First and foremost is that you just press play and enjoy it. The band may have named it ‘Champions’ for a laugh, but, actually, they’re not far from the truth at all. Because, whether they intended it or not, Blakfish are contenders for the crown of a new kind of hardcore, one that deviates from tried and tested tracks and which keeps its tongue firmly in its cheek before biting hard and chewing, swallowing it down and then throwing it back up again.