Mediaburn

by Cult With No Name

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The 9th album of Cult With No Name.

Tracklisting:

1. Blind Dogs for the Guides
2. Needle and Thread
3. In Hollywood You Won’t find Bel-Air
4. She Sells Incels
5. Fake Nudes
6. So Much Left to Undo
7. By Air or By Sea
8. Low on High
9. (No Such Thing As) Silence
10. Mona
11. All This Spite (Comes at a Price)
12. Money’s Gone
13. Button on my Desk

All fired up, the 13 track album MEDIABURN sees CWNN at the peak of their musical and lyrical powers, as they contemplate a disintegrating society. Once again they unleash a brutal acid wit on the electro-funk of ‘Blind Dogs for the Guides’ and jazz-tinged ‘She Sells Incels’, but still conjure up soaring mournful moments such as ‘By Air of By Sea’ and ‘In Hollywood You Won’t Find Bel-Air’, alongside the pure synthpop of ‘So Much Left to Undo’ and ‘Button on My Desk’. It’s an album that’s dark, that’s light, that’s electronic, that’s acoustic…and that’s anywhere in between.

MEDIABURN includes the usual CWNN special guest appearances. KELLI ALI weaves her vocal magic throughout, and STEVEN BROWN and BLAINE L. REININGER of TUXEDOMOON add evocative saxophone and violin textures.

Disco inferno it may not be, but CWNN still invite you to burn baby, burn.

Packaged in a deluxe fold-out box, with poster, download code and build your own jewel case kit (designed by Leigh @ Bit-Phalanx).

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released October 11, 2019

All tracks written, performed, produced and mixed by CWNN.
Guest vocals on tracks 1, 2, 3, 4, 6, 7, 8, 10, and 11 by Kelli Ali.
Saxophone on tracks 4 and 8 by Steven Brown.
Violin on track 7 by Blaine L. Reininger.
Track 9 recorded exclusively using Olympus LS-P4 mobile recorder.

Mastered by Charles ‘Chicky’ Reeves at Sublime.
(p) and (c) 2019 Cult With No Name, All Rights Reserved.
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Track Name: Blind Dogs for the Guides
You seize information and just pass it on
But your interpretation’s where you gone wrong
‘Cos everything’s lies except for this here song

Recheck all those sources, satisfied that you know
who all of them are, and what all of it shows
And all of it’s true, citations they tell you so

And who to trust and who to shake?
And who’s on the cusp, and who’s on the make? Blind dogs…

If you write it down, it don’t make you sane
If you tear it up? Blind dogs…

So don’t believe a word that you hear
It’s all for the birds…as the worms reappear
‘Cos everything’s fixed by that there overseer

And who to trust and who to scorn?
And who’s on the cusp, and who should we warn? Blind dogs…

If you tear it up, it don’t make you sane
If you write it down? Blind dogs…

Blind dogs.
Track Name: Needle and Thread
We won’t last
Time is running out, and fast
One day they’re gonna find us
Dead, but never gone

And so we’ll move on
‘Cos we don’t need this burning sun
‘Cos we don’t need to call this place our home
Left, but not alone

And we’ll move like a wheel inside a wheel
But we just can’t keep rolling on when rolling’s all we feel
But I thought ahead
Brought my needle and thread

So, we’ll head North
Tell ourselves to keep warm
Spin cartwheels on an ice floor
then use them for their wood

But these bonfires
will only serve us for a while
will only make us go outside and pile up
more if we could

So we’ll move like a wheel inside a wheel
But we just can’t keep rolling on when that’s the only deal
But I got this instead
Got my needle and thread
Got this instead
Got my needle and thread

So we’ll move like a wheel inside a wheel
But we just can’t keep rolling on when rolling’s all we feel
But I thought ahead
Got my needle and thread
Got this instead
Got my needle and thread
Track Name: In Hollywood you won't find Bel-Air
Watch them creating
The effect’s devastating
You’ll choke on the air as you breathe
They might blow up a building
A woodland may need clearing
And all in the name of one scene, like some kind of wet dream

They act like they weren’t aware
They act like they really care
The truth is out there, somewhere
that in Hollywood you won’t find Bel-Air

It ain’t CGI when
the trucks roll on by
in a smog that soon filters the skies
But the set looks fantastic
Under two tonnes of plastic
some actors celebrate their disguise, with an Oscar for lies

They act like they are concerned
Like they’ve got nothing to learn
The truth is out there, I swear
that in Hollywood,you won’t find Bel Air

Now in Hollywood you won’t find Bel-Air
And in Hollywood you won’t find Bel-Air
Now in Hollywood you won’t find Bel-Air
And in Hollywood you won’t find Bel-Air

Watch them creating
The effect’s devastating
You’ll choke on Bel-Air as you breathe
Track Name: She Sells Incels
They’re not gonna give up when
we don’t understand what they’ve been going through
But it’s not a bit of bad luck, men
She won’t ever have eyes for guys like you

They’ll share the hate with their friends
‘Cos all they ever want is a touch
And they can’t take it again
these girls who claim their charms ain’t enough

On the seashore

Girls taunt and they tease them
They think they’ll fall to their knees when they call
They’ve become all commanding
Nice guys aren’t playing nice anymore

They’re talking rape with their friends
But all they ever want is a ‘touch’
And some misogynists tend to
find out that their charms ain’t enough

On the seashore
On the seashore
Track Name: Fake Nudes
He lied, he lied

Who wants to know and much less care
if the face don’t match the one she had?
She never says a word, so where’s the proof?

She keeps her cool behind those shades
No bodyguard for her today
She’ll nod her way through countless interviews

Side by side with the man she loves
But bored to tears by the things he does
She’ll stay inside and find something better to do

Putting on the bravest face
the man she loves doesn’t hesitate
to point out what he insists are all fake nudes

He lied, he lied

A figurehead, all objectified
And who can blame her for trying to hide
the things that they’ll deny but we know are true?

So piece by piece we’ll analyse
the face that launched a thousand lies
and maybe we’ll start to discover the real you

Side by side with the man she loves
But horrified by the things he does
She’ll stay inside and find something better to do

Putting on the bravest face
the man she loves never hesitates
to point out what he insists are all fake nudes

He lied, he lied, he lied, he lied
Track Name: So Much Left to Undo
Watch it come undone
With cheers from everyone
Watch us slide along
Across the edge

They say that progress is quite the ride
Ebb and flows just like the tide
We don’t care about what was tried
We’ll start anew
without the truth
‘Cos there’s so much left to undo

When people call for change
they want a future they can claim
Based on a past that they’re afraid
did not exist

Revolution is quite the ride
A tsunami mistaken for tide
We’ll destroy all that you tried
We’ll start a new
Without the truth
there is so much left to undo

Left to undo
Left to undo

Revolution is quite the ride
A tsunami mistaken for tide
We’ll destroy all that you tried
We’ll start anew
Without the truth
there is so much left to undo
Track Name: By Air or By Sea
Far ‘cross the sea, where some mob waits for me
I row against the waves while the tide marks the days
And I’m reaching for ground
It’s nowhere I’ve found

I paid you for this seat, not first class, more discreet
Won’t see land here again, so wave to me from your plane
as you fly on ahead
to the safety of it

And by air or by sea
You never know what’s coming
‘Cos The General’s still free
Somewhere out there he’s running, outgunning

Far ‘cross the clouds, where the smuggling’s above ground
Private jets stream across the terrain where I was lost
And I’m floating away
while you hand back your tray

And by air or by sea
You don’t need your papers
‘Cos The General’s still free
between Khartoum and Naples.

Not coming home
Not coming home

And by air or by sea
You don’t need your papers
And by air or by sea
The General won’t save us
And by air or by sea
You’re sure to forget us
And by air or by sea
You will soon regret us
Track Name: Low on High
I hate to rain on your parade
but it shot above me yesterday
And it was lighter than air
They say it’s everywhere, except for down here
Yeah, you better be scared

I hate to burst all your balloons
but a day of reckoning’s coming soon
You better take a deep breath
And head down instead to Tanzania
‘Cos they got legions to spare

Bomb for gas before they bleat
Inhale the lot and hear us squeak
that if we can’t carry on
then we’ll just party on in stratosphere
The view is better, I hear

Low on high, we’re low on high
Low on high, we’re low on high
And if we can’t carry on
then we’ll just party on in stratosphere
The view is better, I hear
Track Name: Mona
But can’t stop it melting away
If we give it a while
it’ll soon turn to hate

And when time is your healer you’re racing against your decay

Your image remains
no matter what anyone does
Your paper-thin ways
still enrapturing us

When time is your healer things change, sometimes they change too much
And all that is left is a smile we can no longer trust

Give it five centuries or more
You’ll be frowning at us as we try to make sense of it all
Hear Mona call

For all of your charms
all of our plans remain foiled
You’ll fold back your arms
after lighting the oil

When time is your healer you can’t be too sure what’s to come
What starts with a smile might just end up as something less fun

Give it five centuries or more
You’ll be frowning at us while too busy trying to keep score
Give it five centuries or more
You’ll be scowling at us as we try to make sense of it all
Hear Mona call
Track Name: All This Spite (Comes at a Price)
Today I feel like something’s coming on
Some hateful quote or some distasteful, callous, or course remark
And all views expressed are nothing but my my own
so corporate sponsors whisper to me somewhere in the dark

Do I believe half of what I write?
What you will see is
that all this spite comes at a price

They love the fact I tell it ‘like it is’
Each time you tempt me I’ll just bait you back, time after time
Stop being so goddamn argumentative
You know the devil shouts the loudest in this pantomime

Do I believe half of what I say?
And can’t you see
that all this spite comes at a price?

And what you’ll see is
that all this spite comes at a price
Track Name: Money's Gone
Someday we’ll ask ‘what’s it worth?’
And how can some dirt cost the earth?
It’s not what was paid at the time
But it’s how you sell, not how you buy

If I knew all along
The worth of these bones
The things that I’m losing the most of my dirty cash on
Tonight, I’m taking back control
I’ll beg, I’ll fight for things I think I own
Money’s gone

Value goes up, then heads down
With no rhyme or reason allowed
And isn’t it time we should sell?
This junk is just making life hell

If I knew all along
The worth of my bones
The things that you’re losing the most of my dirty cash on
Tonight, I’m taking back control
I’ll beg, I’ll fight for things I thought I owned
Money’s gone

No cash in my hand, no hope for my schemes
No way I can buy myself out of your dreams

If I knew all along
The worth of my bones
The things that your losing the most of my dirty cash on
Tonight, I’m taking back control
I’ll beg, I’ll fight for things I thought I owned
But the money’s gone
Track Name: Button on my Desk
No use in asking ‘what’s this do?’
Every four years it’s something new

It might bring me a coke,
ice and lemon to go
with all the sourness
It might bring an intern,
a cigar she can earn
make her feel powerless

Don’t push me now to push it down

No use in wondering ‘how and why?’
Each has a penchant for the strangest delights

It might bring me a hoop,
with a ball I can shoot
and bounce around the place
It might bring my acrylics,
and a canvas to finish
in an amateur way

Don’t push me now to push it down

It will bring me a coke,
ice and lemon to go
It will bring an intern,
a cigar she can earn
It will bring me a hoop
with a ball I can shoot
It will bring my acrylics
and a canvas to finish

Don’t push me now to push it down

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