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Cut & Stitch

by Petrol Girls

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1.
Intro 01:18
I think about how sound can travel where our bodies can’t How sound can touch when hands can’t meet How we can’t return its touch How it can ring in our ears Or lurk in our memories I think about traces, sounds that have grown through so many lives generations and journeys How this never ends I think about who is heard And what that means About the power of sound and how we might use it
2.
The Sound 03:15
This is the sound Travelling This is the sound Chorus This is the sound It moves across borders It travels through walls Infects and haunts us This is the sound It moves in our bodies It passes through time Brings what came before us This is the sound gathering The is the sound resonating This is the sound growing This is the sound The sound does not arrive The sound does not rest The sound cannot be owned The sound can’t be imprisoned The sound can’t be buried The sound never ends This is the sound, take it Make your own noise Disseminate This is the sound, take it Make your own noise Disseminate Disseminate
3.
Stripping the earth of her self hood Blind to the balance and tangle of lives I can feel the earth shake inside of me as I wake I can feel the earth I can feel the earth shake inside of me as I wake I can feel the earth I feel the earth Animated skulls with empty sockets sink acrylic teeth into projected profit They think their owed our labour They think they’re owed our bodies They think they’re owed the earth They think they own the earth What will it take For us to perceive ourselves beyond the singular What will it take For us to understand We become with each other or not at all We become with each other or not at all Blind to the balance and tangle of lives We become with each other or not at all They think they’re owed our labour They think they’re owed our bodies They think they’re owed our labour They think they’re owed our bodies They think they’re owed the earth They think they own the earth I can feel the earth is shaking She is grieving She is seething I can feel the earth is quaking She is grieving she is seething.
4.
They call us violent Do you not remember? We came with questions They gave no answers.
5.
Big Mouth 03:21
Voices of the marginalised Tolerated if we remain quiet Bodies of the marginalised Tolerated under their control Voices of the marginalised Tolerated if we remain quiet Bodies of the marginalised Tolerated Tolerated! I’m raising my voice louder It carries me beyond their walls Our silence will not save us They can’t contain they can’t control They can’t control Some people think little girls should be seen and not heard But I think UP YOURS 1,2,3,4 Keep your voice down Know your place Bite your tongue You best behave Keep your head down Stay in line Keep your mouth shut With a lovely smile
6.
I cannot remain crescent A chewed finger nail spat into the darkness A sliver of light In someone else’s depiction of night I am looming, monstrous.
7.
Monstrous 02:19
This is not all of me I choose the parts you see All my weakness bottled up And left to tremble on a shelf This is not all of me I choose the parts you see Crushed under all that you want And knowing I will fuck it up Hey! I’m not so tough I’m just good at pretending And most of my wounds are infected and leaking I know that I’m lost and my energy’s draining I think I’ll be dead before I can explain it I can’t give you anymore I can’t give you what you want I can’t give you anymore I can’t give you what you want
8.
Notion of nation starts to leak Notion of nation The centre’s warm The edges bleed Notion of nation Cut the shapes Out of the flag Swap them switch them Patch and stitch them Hoist that rag chorus I can’t keep up I can’t get away I can’t make Sense Or let go of it I can’t reach them I can’t get away I can’t make sense Or let go of it Wake up from a beautiful dream That’s all you’ve ever known Can’t shake away the feeling That tells you something’s wrong No no notion of nation No no love for a nation
9.
Skye 03:30
I miss the weight of you, I I miss the weight of you, I I miss the weight I miss the weight of you How can you not exist How can you physically be gone How are you not there waiting at the door when I come home Where are you now? I smelt you in a dream You were with me You were real But ever since my mind could only build a puppet You without your indignant spirit Your earnest eyes, expressive ears Your noble parading tail And there are times that I can see you racing through the fields You tearing across beaches You charging through the hills But I wish that I could hold you Wish I could pull you close Press my nose into the soft fur just behind your ears Or rub it on your greying old muzzle You were there for half my life The only half that I remember My fingers left your coarse fur As you exhaled forever I miss the weight I miss the weight of you I I miss the weight of you Skye.
10.
Burn 03:33
What happens when we burn from the inside? What happens when we burn inside? You know your time is running out It burst and now its pouring out He locks all of the doors and hides all the keys Incase outsiders come to take what they please He locks all of the doors, hides all of the keys He thinks outsiders will come To take what they please Home sweet home is not the safest Place to be space to breathe face to see Because he’s all walls Evading emotion Talk about threatening talk about threats to me Home sweet home’s become a prison Lets make longer tables rather than building up More walls What if we’re trapped in here Talked our way into this Why can’t we talk our way out? So they say So it goes So it is If we talked our way in to this Why can’t we talk our way out If we can talk our way into it Why can’t we talk our way out
11.
I want to talk in tongues, speak right as I feel His mood fills entire rooms Untangle a toxic youth Swells to fill the space I leave it Put my heart in place, synch up to its tune I don’t know how to move round it Speak in granted space, I want to tell the truth Want to tell the truth The truth is locked behind our teeth I see you gritting your teeth Its secret ink on see-through sheets I feel you sweat into the sheets Everybody knows whats wrong I think that I know whats wrong Let’s break the pattern and overcome Same old pattern same old song We thicken up You fall too fast On lower heat I can’t catch you all We play it safe I can’t catch you all Embrace retreat You fall too fast We’ve come to terms I can’t catch you all We walk the walk No please don’t make us talk Can we please fucking talk
12.
They say what they say They say you can’t trust your memory They say emotion is an enemy What they say isn’t truth but is maybe And they say what they say.
13.
Rootless 04:12
I pulled up my own roots Tore each fibre from the compost For fear of stagnation Picking encrusted blu tac from the back of crumpled photos Folding yellowed tape over the corners To stick them somewhere new Drinking red wine in the bath together Pretending the speckled mould is a constellation Filthy lino Our names carved into the table Unstable Breaking Blood and dirt and bones and mud on unwashed sheets I became one of the lost boys That tried to carve a home in me For whom I made myself hollow And left once I was empty Now I’m knocking at the doors To which I used to have the key Craving and evading Craving and evading Taps from the flat across the hall High ceilings, single glazing The sky constantly changing Skeletal plane trails reminding Gritty sheets from dirty paws The smell of heated dog hair from the hoover Smashed glass glittering in the street lamp Tall men and mountains Bracing then embracing the wind Plunging into icy water Damp hair and spreading heat A mattress in the back of a van Rain on the roof The moon through the leaves Waking with the dappled light Entangled limbs Jigsaw pieces I can’t absorb the rain directly from the sky I’m desperately thirsty but it passes too quickly It takes time for strangers to mean something I think of tables I have sat around I’m homesick for somewhere that I’ve never been Nostalgic for memories I have yet to make I warned you that I’m restless That I’ll refuse to settle for less If I can even settle at all I’m scared I might be shrinking Limp and pale Craving and evading Craving and evading
14.
This works for me It might not for you Come on Pull it back together No one sails smooth In erratic weather Come on Get your shit together No one sails smooth In erratic weather Sometimes we have to go back to basics Sometimes we have to ask ourselves difficult questions Sometimes we have to fucking face it You might have to wane Before you wax again
15.
Naive 04:44
I’d rather be naive Than a nihilist You choose your chair I choose to fight this I’d rather be naive Than a hopeless cynic You argue for your ego Not to be constructive Can you see the future? Is it crystal clear? How in this short life did you find all the answers? Can you see the future? Is it crystal clear? How in this short life did you find so many answers I choose to fight I won’t give up on life I’d rather be naive And learn to fall with grace Not tense brittle with fear Open eyes face my mistakes I’d rather be naive Dare to care and to create Moved by each encounter Contaminate Collaborate Oh you know how its all going to pan out Don’t you? I choose to fight You cannot bleed our sense of possibility In the darkness we see constellations We will not be silenced We are imperfect Entangled Looming We’re not finished We never fucking will be

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Album Introduction by Ren Aldridge:

Cut & Stitch is a patchwork of different sounds, ideas and feelings. It’s the most experimental record we’ve made so far, both musically and lyrically. Cutting and stitching is a process that can go on indefinitely - stitches are easily unpicked, new shapes can be cut, everything can be rearranged. We cut our patches off of old clothes and sew them onto something else. Continuity is an idea that underpins the record, from ‘the sound does not arrive’ to ‘we’re not finished, we never fucking will be.’ This follows on from the sentiment of our last EP, ‘The Future is Dark.’ Political change is a slow, complicated process that’s often only partly visible with hindsight. Making change is a constant collective process that never stops. Its probably impossible for us to see our place within it or to know what consequences our actions will have. It isn’t as simple or hopeless as straightforward victories and failures.

Feminism has become more of an overall approach than an obvious topic, seeping into the way we think about everything from the environment to mental health. We’ve also started to think more about what feminism means for men, given that half of the band are men, and explore the perspective of a man struggling with expressing his emotions in ‘Talk in Tongues.’

The majority of the lyrics were written in the studio. I was having a difficult time, unsure about where to live after we finished the record, and burnt out from a tough year of personal and legal challenges. Something that I’ve reluctantly allowed feminism to teach me is that we have to tend to our own wounds, and that sometimes being vulnerable is just as radical as being angry - it certainly scares me a lot more. Rage on its own isn’t sustainable. We hope this is a more honest and human record.

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released May 24, 2019

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Petrol Girls Graz, Austria

Raging Feminist Post Hardcore from the UK and Austria.

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