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Made in a strangely broken world, FLESHEATERS carries with it a strange confidence, inspired by the relentless rhythms and lush, buzzing, textures of the industrial atmosphere it was recorded in; in a recording studio built by the band in Montreal-North immediately following the release of their first album.
It's a war-cry.
It's about grief. About the relationship between grief and nostalgia and the wide-open sky in front of us that seems as if it were owned by other people; other people who use their social, sexual, economic, and political power to absolutely consume people who can't otherwise stand up for themselves, or who could ever imagine that they would have to defend themselves in that way.
But it's also about escape; about the families and tribes we form among each other and the help we have the potential to give each other. About painful love in a painful world. About honesty and vulnerability and the strength we gain from real expression between each other.
releases September 24, 2019
Give Me Something Beautiful is: Matthew Hills, Etienne Dextraze-Monast, Simon Bellemare, and Benjamin Levitan
All lyrics by Matthew Hills
All songs written and arranged by Give Me Something Beautiful
FLESHEATERS was produced, recorded and mixed by Matthew Hills at DELICATE/AUTOMATIC in Montreal, QC, often assisted by Rob Helsten and/or Benjamin Levitan.
Additional assistant engineers on demos:
Mastered by Ryan Morey
Cover photo by Matthew Hills
Band photography and additional album art by Catherine Raymond-Poirier(@cath.rip on instagram)
Art Direction by Matthew Hills, Jason Gendreau and Catherine Raymond-Poirier
Web design and implementation by Jason Gendreau
Additional Photography by Matthew Hills
Give Me Something Beautiful remercie le Conseil des arts et des lettres du Québec de son appui financier.
Special thanks to the following people who supported us, worked behind the scenes, helped us write grants, gave advice or offered feedback during the creation of this album:
Lauren McIntosh, Zora Françoise Page, Rob Helsten, Ludovic Alarie, Ryan Morey, Tim Lipiatt, Francis Leduc Belanger, Eric Morier, Guillaume McDuff, Didier Julien, Jason Gendreau, Valentin Ignat, Jeremy Delorme, Matthew Hiscock, Lianne Seykora, Andrew David, Andrew Hills, Chris Hills, Mary Lou Hills, and Jaime Garcia.
GIVE ME SOMETHING BEAUTIFUL makes and releases records entirely by themselves because there is simply nothing else to do in
a world where the sky is owned by other people and even their mildest whims are stolen and sold back to them; they do it because nothing else makes sense and because at least then there is somewhere they can go, when everywhere else has become a psychological warzone....more
That summer we finally escaped,
we took our bicycles down to the beach at Cap-Aux-Os
where the ocean was nobody’s friend but I made her mine
in the smell of the surf and the taste of beer and brine.
Once, the bones of the dead filled the cape
and the edge of the world was a place that someone named;
now, my heart is the heart of a slave and yours is too
and we fuck like there’s somebody paying us to fuck.
The last war we’ll fight is our own.
What use is pretending when you’ve got all of this cash?
We’re not hiding from you, love,
you can just take what you want.
Over and over,
Our bodies distorted,
Our choices perverted,
Our homes set on fire.
Track Name: flesheaters
Where’d you have to go to get so broken hearted?
cuz they don’t fuck you up for free.
they take you like they want you cuz they know they’ve got you
terrified and underpaid.
all my life I’ve been a sweetheart, baby,
all my life I’ve been a saint.
if they want me, let them come and find me.
all my life I’ve been afraid.
You’ve got the kinda flesh that takes to bruisin’ easy
and you know these bitches like it rough.
Don’t you let em near you when they get to talkin,
they’ll rip the skin right off your bones.
All your life you’ve been a sweetheart baby,
I know you’re spoilin’ for a fight
They don’t wanna tell you that they think you’re worthless;
they just wanna tell you that you’re sick
I know you feel surrounded.
Track Name: mouthbreather
exactly what I keep saying I’ll be
and, finally, I’ll be what you need!
I’ll be what you need!
I think you don’t understand what you do to me!
I know you never became who you thought you’d be,
and I’ve got the look of a man who could set you free,
but my heart
is full of pus and it keeps blaming you for everything
and I know
that you don’t understand what you do to me!
And oooh, you look so good in that wedding ring!
Who gave it to you?
I know he won’t understand what i have to do
but don’t you run from me.
I think you don’t understand what you do to me.
Track Name: twentyfifteen
I dowloaded some sabbath, like we had imagined;
(just like we had imagined)
nothing too new or familiar, nothing ronnie james dio,
nothing too bloody, or dark, or removed.
you pulled up in a Charger; i’d just made my first record,
i was smoking but trying to quit (again),
You said Montreal was on fire, that we needed to vacate,
you shook the keys and I jumped in
(and I quit after that, and I quit til you died,
and I couldn’t hold on anymore).
There's things i can't remember, i admit i gloss over,
I admit that I fill in the gaps,
the Jays would lose until august but I’m glad that you saw them
(I’m glad that I saw you),
the 401 runs until Windsor, where the world ends and I’m new,
where I could never forget you
(I’d been running away from just about everything
i was childish and angry and small)
but there was nothing so endless as the sky over Toronto
in the middle of that summer.
Just like we always imagined
“You won’t change me” comes on and we run out of gas
and maybe those songs never meant what we wanted them to
maybe the words are simplistic and the context is wrong
we still gotta get out and walk before it really gets dark
But now the sunset’s forgiving and I’d want you to know
I feel better than ever but I still don’t feel right
but somedays i don't feel like i'm stretching,
and you know i never stopped pushing,
(you know i’ll never stop pushing),
but if i remember you silent, like that night on the highway,
back when everything mattered
It's cuz I figured it out like we always imagined,
like we always imagined I would