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by The Wilderness

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“The Wilderness are well known in pockets of Toronto for their high-energy live performances, all-out glitter-filled dance parties. So it’s surprising to find their debut record a dark, elegantly crafted and, yes, subtle slice of post-punk. It’s bursting with crisp riffs, bouncy bass lines and atmospheric Ian Curtisy vocals, but instead of throwing everything at the wall at once, the band keeps a keen eye on the details. Production and pace often get overlooked on a band’s first go, but not here. Spread over 28 minutes, the five songs blend to form a continuous suite. By tempering exuberant moments with textured, groove-based passages, the shoegaze-style noise jams actually feel earned. But if you’d rather just have the party starter, head straight to Realpolitik, a crunchy synth-rocker straight out of the Interpol playbook. NNNN” - NOW Magazine- Dec 2010

"There is loads of promise and plenty of appeal in the debut release by this Toronto quintet"- Montreal Mirror, Jan 2011

"Arguably one of the most interesting acts on the Toronto scene. 4/5"- Shattered Vinyl, Jan 2011

"I can honestly say this was one of the most entertaining and passionate shows I’ve been to in a while and predict that this Toronto band won’t stay unsigned for long"- Panic Manual, Nov 2010

"I personally feel that hearing such a solid recording from the band can only help but have people realize that the balloons, the glitter, and all the other fun stuff that the Wilderness incorporate into their live show is to add to the experience like something you would expect at a Flaming Lips concert, as opposed to a distraction from the music itself. This is The Wilderness as one"- Two Way Monologues, Nov 2010

“Song of the Day: The Wilderness' Realpolitik” - CHART Attack, November 2010

“I have never seen a crowd so entranced... people actually rushing the front of the stage in
hopes that they would be covered in glitter...” - Buying Shots For Bands, September 2010

"Thrashy, crusty, synth goodness"- Oct 2010 Silent Shout

“The Wilderness like to throw a party.They were undoubtedly the stars of this night. I seriously thought I might have been slipped drugs for a moment, but later discovered I was completely sober. A++++++++” – The Take Media, NXNE Review, June 2010

“I wish there were more bands like The Wilderness” - Dan Burke,The Silver Dollar & Velvet Underground, May 2010

“Bridging high-energy indie-rock with post-punk grooves,The Wilderness’ set seemed more like a party atmosphere... bouncing balloons and ass shaking included. Fronted by a charged-up lead singer, the band delved into a cascade of angular guitar- riffs, Ian Curtis style vocals, splashes of electronics, and syncopated rhythms hinting at bands like Editors and Interpol. Playing to a receptive crowd, these guys will both rock and dance you out.” - Exclaim! April 2010

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released 20 November 2010

Lyrics: Lee Piazza
Music: The Wilderness

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Track Name: Realpolitik
dancing's all I can all I can do lately
I'm so tired, so tired of everything
let the night encompass me
love when it's too dark to see
I don't mean to bore you with a sermon, see
but life's a measly portion of eternity
but I'll be young for every bite of it
and these lungs will breath despite all this

gunplay, bombs rain and piracy
that good ol' realpolitik
parley your dreams on a virus and it's just gonna leave you stiff
Track Name: Systems
oh so robotic, what kind of joke they playing on you?

off your aim yet firing
all so plain and tiring
knotted brains perspiring
perfect timing, perfect timing

that's what you're lookin' like, that's how you're lookin'

oh so robotic, all these demonic
apparatchiks, grab the matches, stamping out the fire in you
automatic, systematic, system addict, system static
symptoms of indifference, dusty desire, love-proof
yawning at tectonic shifts, smiling as you're licking fists
don't mind the straw that drains out your veins, who knew?
romantic derelicts searching for a narrative
searching for an ark in the dark, serotonin deluge

off your aim yet firing
all so plain and tiring
knotted brain perspiring
perfect timing, perfect wiring

that's what you're lookin' like, that's how you're lookin'
Track Name: Simon Templar
lift off

master of the artifice
hungry ears and napalm lips
take this cape and this lipstick
and go parade some comic strip

oh that feelin', that ol' lovin' feelin'
where it done gone?

all your favourites, dropping lists
sit and hate and hate and sit
mesmerized by sonic tricks
too modernized to jump and kick

oh that feelin', that ol' lovin' feelin'
where it done gone?

wake
you rise
you fall
and you break
tired tired tired tired eyes
it burns
and it quakes

love makes a tryst
with what lies beyond the mist
pain's part of it
and death is just a myth
Track Name: Triste
streetcar's sending me with all my burdens
to subway solemnities, the spirit surgeon
surly steel centipede, sadly swerving
searching for a remedy for urban yearning

no more chains, no more chains
no more craving
no more chains, no more chains
no more craving
"You don't change"
"You don't say? No, I'm not changing"
no more chains, no more chains
no more craving

feeling sentimental as these floorboards they creak
seance for all dead souls, seance in the slushy streets
I'm searching for a dresser, love, right now as we speak
I feel a little lesser as this world burns under me

it burns like a thousand leaves, oh how it pains me
I cannot see the Pleiades, it's all been greyed in
I know it's how you choose to be, it's how you frame it
but right now this sight it's so hazy, this sight it's fading

no more chains, no more chains
no more craving
no more chains, no more chains
no more craving
"You don't change"
"You don't say? No, I'm not changing"
no more chains, no more chains
no more craving
Track Name: Thespians
this white piano is dripping blood
this dead soprano floats in the flood
barricade the theatre doors
thespians, quick, grab your oars!

so many wake to sounds of alarm
as if the morning should mean you harm
shunning sleep, shunning rest
cursing all that is blessed

dance instead of grieving
live instead of breathing
give instead of thieving
won't you? won't you?

timbre, timbre
curtains drop and pulses stop

lightning snatch, steal my energy
light refract, drown it in the sea
villains skulk, skulk behind me
I will not let their clouds inside me

as the Sun bleeds
hit that note
as the Earth breeds
hit that note
as the lungs plead
hit that note
as the beast feeds
hit that note

with your hand, your hand
hit that note
with your heart, your heart
hit that note
with your heart, your heart
with your heart, your heart, your heart, your heart

dance instead of grieving
live instead of breathing
give instead of thieving
won't you? won't you?