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As the greed of the power ridden few shapes the dystopian existence of the many, we really need dissenting voices now more than ever. They do not come fiercer and more feral with a sound to match than Artificially Yours and the Essex three – piece have announced the release of a new eponymous track on 1-2-3-4 Records on the 1st of September 2020.
‘Artificially Yours’ is the eagerly awaited follow up to the band’s explosive debut EP ‘The Merger’ from last year and was recently recorded and self produced in their own studio and then mixed by Jagz Kooner (Sabres Of Paradise, Primal Scream). Available digitally at all the usual major outlets, the track will be accompanied by a self made ‘lockdown’ video that encapsulates the mood of these strange and uncertain times almost perfectly.
Formed nearly eighteen months ago by lead vocalist Chat, Artificially Yours subsequently took shape with the addition of like-minded friends and musical collaborators Grumb and Ads.
The band’s instinctive and organic approach to their music together with an incendiary live show saw them attract the attention of critics and public alike and the aforementioned single ‘The Merger’ was picked up by the likes of Clash Magazine and John Kennedy at Radio X.
‘The Merger’: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8UExeiUowvw&t=14s
Currently in the studio putting the finishing touches to their debut album, Artificially Yours are set to announce details of a special launch event for the new single very soon.
STATEMENT FROM AY HQ
Viacom mission
Of 45k
Class deconstruction
On the bone highway
Your clean vision
Corporeal Corporation
In your carbon copy town
I’m Martin Sheen
Keeping the moles off the green
I NEED A MEDIC OVER HERE!
I need Carmen Munroe
Ad exec 4-second death hit
Satellite lover vulture squadron
Constructs by human brick walls
spectral Beach Boys hello
The nodding sage in the metal flake
Can do enough to stroke
His hairless skin and what she did
apes show and bears within
Give it a tusk
The only one the critics know
Just when I was getting crowned
Email and it’s a no go
chemistry the lonely dictator
Donnie and Marie singing like lovers
the smell of dead dreams makes the vomit rise
On a date with your weird system
Allergies anatomical distraction
Mountain ranges tiled like swimming pools
Shadows but no sun
Fingers smell of pie Fingers smell of pie Fingers smell of pie Fingers smell of pie
