The Dark Ages

by Recluse Club

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  • Compact Disc (CD) + Digital Album

    Jewel-case 'discography' CD comprising all studio recordings made by Recluse Club during the band's active years, 2013-2015. Lyric booklet includes artwork created by Will Lamb (williamlambarts.webs.com) and Stephen Bush (threeeyedmandesign.com).

    Strictly limited to 50 copies - there will be no second pressing!

    Bonus content: Of the 29 copies still available for sale, all will ship together with a copy of 'Demo' (2013) on CD. The first and last copy will ship with the first pressing version (super rare), and the other copies will ship with the second pressing version - see photos for distinction.

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1.
04:31
2.
04:20
3.
03:29
4.
05:45
5.
02:26
6.
04:36
7.
03:17
8.
01:41
9.
01:17

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released November 18, 2015

TRACKS 1 & 2, PREVIOUSLY UNRELEASED
Will Berridge: Drums
Alex Wilkins: Vocals
Adam Jennings: Bass
Jimbo Parker: Right Guitar
Simon Betts: Left Guitar, Backing Vocals
Recorded by Mike Baker @ Seamonster Sound
Drums recorded @ Third Circle Recordings, Engineered by James Gasson and Mike Baker
Produced by Mike Baker & Recluse Club
Mixed by Mike Baker
Mastered by Mike Kalajian @ Rogue Planet Mastering
thirdcirclerecordings.co.uk
rogueplanetmastering.com
facebook.com/seamonstermikebaker

TRACKS 3, 4, 5 & 6, ORIGINALLY RELEASED AS 'OSAKA MECHASLUG CONCERN' (2014)
Simon Betts: Left Guitar, Vocals
Jimbo Parker: Right Guitar, Backing Vocals
Adam Jennings: Bass, Backing Vocals
Alex Wilkins: Drums, Backing Vocals
Produced by Recluse Club
Recorded by Simon Betts, assisted by Adam Jennings
Mixed and Mastered by Ryan Gorringe

TRACKS 7, 8 & 9, ORIGINALLY RELEASED AS 'DEMO' (2013)
Adam Jennings: Bass, Backing Vocals
Alex Wilkins: Drums, Backing Vocals
Simon Betts: Left Guitar, Vocals
Jimbo Parker: Right Guitar, Backing Vocals
Produced by Recluse Club
Recorded and Mixed by Simon Betts
Mastered by Mike Baker ' Seamonster Sound

ARTWORK
‘Mecha-hydra’ painting by William Lamb
williamlambarts.webs.com

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Melodic hardcore quintet from the South of England, active 2012-2015.

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Track Name: Hydra
Don't waste your time worrying about your face through the cracks of a broken mirror. Grab the sharpest shard, carve your own image: your own perfect version of the bigger picture, blurred behind your eyes. Just because I can't see through you doesn't mean I can't see what lies ahead. All of this will come to an end. I will feast on your broken heart, choke upon all your bloody lies you spat out through a severed jaw with no remorse. Cut the head off the hydra, she no longer holds your heart. Call her forth, your second labour, and stand your ground. Seeking shelter from the storm is hard when pride calls the shots. My shaking resolve is tested today, when I must borrow to stay afloat. Stand up for yourself. Start today, no it can't wait. Stand up on your own behalf; don't settle for being held down. You can rise in your own way. Stand up on your own behalf; don't settle for being held down. Don’t settle. Cut the head off the hydra, she no longer holds your heart. Call her forth, your second labour, and stand your ground. Seeking shelter from the storm is hard when pride calls the shots. My shaking resolve is tested today, when I must borrow to stay afloat. Staring down the beast. Facing all your fears. Staring down the hydra. Cut her out! Walk your own path. Cast that weight aside. Staring down the hydra. Cut her out.
Track Name: Warm
This chase for approval leaves me wheezing, and my heels are weak. But delusions of happiness help me breathe through the stitch. I can’t resign myself to life in a bubble. But floating midair is an idea that I can warm to. The closest thing I ever felt to home was three steps behind you, calling your name. I won’t pretend to feel content in your shadow. I’m breaking out of your straight jacket; I’m at the edge. Regardless of fiction, you’ll see truth in my eyes. I’m in the palm of your hand, tracing your finger prints, to break through the walls off my own cold heart. The closest thing I ever felt to home was three steps behind you, calling your name. Cold eyes see no way home. Warm hands, gentle and guiding me. Your trust in me: lies. Your hope in me: false. Your faith in me: none. Your love for me fades. Your trust in me: lies. Your hope in me: false. Your faith in me: none. Your love for me is fucking erased. Cold eyes see no way home. Warm hands... shit.