Watchwinders

by Coilguns

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Coilguns' self-sufficient riffing engine ticks like a swiss watch. Right in the middle of their Millennials tour, the band has gathered enough time and life points to craft their loudest record to date. Locked all by themselves in a studio for a month - without a single note written prior to setting up their gear - they have put together an urgent and challenging suite of unpolished bursts. Watchwinders sums up the sheer pleasure of doing things the unusual way. These 12 songs are raw as noise and messy as punk though carefully organized in a daring and flawless sequence. Excessively low-tuned guitars, gnarly synths and eccentric vocals are carried away by Luc Hess obsessive drumbeats. The whole functions as a complex and utopian mechanism of perpetual motion, an urgent and clever serie of sketches of how to merge good ideas into a fascinating mess.

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released October 25, 2019

Engineered, recorded and mixed by Louis Jucker and Coilguns at Farrago, Crissier, Switzerland, Jan 2019
Mastered (LP, CD + Digital) by Svante Forsbäck at Chartmakers, Espoo, Finland
Mastered (Cassette) by Cyril Meysson in Saint-Etienne, France
Artwork by Noé Cauderay
Layout by Gaspard Gigon

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Track Name: Shortcuts
scrolling it up to the bang
to the zero point
if such a thing ever was

who shall we blame?
for our tired thumbs
our fractal indexes
filed in the vapor

clouded minds
on the city trails
looking for faces
ranking new places

embodied in numbers
hunting down fake viewers
we're a prey for the brains
of a bodiless grace
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now if this world ain't sound
we just need to slow it down
Track Name: Subculture encryptors
how inexplicable does it need to be
to trigger our hopes - question our needs ?
no words can describe what the heart foresees
this quest for odd will never cease

outsiders and strangers from overseas
fascinated by legends, attracted by myths
nothing bright enough for us to keep
this quest for odd will never cease

traffic intruders - sailors of mercy
bind their tongues and broken wrists
broadways to mainstream bound to oblivion
we'll counterflow your digit waves
scuttling our barge

we keep chasing sunken ships
diving deep in the muddy water
swallowing sand and chewing nacre
seeking paradise underwater
our friends gathered for subculture
pirates army for punk treasures
the only map - guilty pleasure -
is hidden there, lost forever
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our only goal is going darker
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let's just pretend we're seeking pearls
stealing values from true nature
a chunk of history for world losers
an open book of trick spoilers
full price tickets for amateurs
still no one calls, no rush hour
we're waiting here patient dreamers
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our only goal is going darker
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fucked up frequencies broadcasters
sonar sounding buzzers
sperm whales for main singers
ocean's weirdest subversive choir
in the melting ice and increasing water
as surface falls into terror
we'll vanish all into vapor
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our only goal is going darker
Track Name: Big writer's block
mellow your sounds
muffle your shouts
if you ever get found
flatter your crowd

failed personal growth
flunked self acceptance
diluted in disillusion
you're close to the ground

here's the real pure beauty
we can start working on
fling all your darkened diamonds
your break has come

don't you ever reach out
in the line of duty
to all the other humans
that only silence surrounds

here's the real pure beauty
we can start working on
in the lost and worn out peace
your break has come
Track Name: Watchwinders
this premonition is breaking our hearts
there's no illusion no magic words just simple facts
we were doomed to success and missed our call our second act
now we wish we were born a century before the clash
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we don't forecast
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oooh I wish we were born before the crash
a hundred years before we consciously forfeited our task
get a second chance, just one, to wind our watch
we would off course be thankful enough for fixing our botch
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we never act
we don't forecast
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we can feel it coming
and the fear is growing
while the clock is ticking
and our chances grow dim
Track Name: The Growing block view
we will always end up wondering
how this is all supposed to work
squeezing hours into minutes, weeks into days
fitting cans into glasses drops into haze

we will always end up wondering
how this is all supposed to work
forcing trunks into cases boxes into planes
turning roads into trails homes into trains

we will always end up wondering
how this is all supposed to work
swapping friends for guests, bets for promises
claiming fortunes out of debts, profits out of crashes

we will always end up wondering
how this is all supposed to work
slowly expanding universe, multiple present tenses
eternal life as it flows out of our hands

we will always end up wondering
how this is all supposed to work
framing pictures of our parents who are kids themselves
sorting items on straight shelves and being a mess
Track Name: Manicheans
odd disgrace
flipped embrace
reversed pace
we're lovers: not brave

true menace
our real face
two-tone grace
we're lovers : not brave

let’s dry our eyes

this cannot be the end of things
we will remember being here,
together, alone
selfishly together and alone

forwards and backwards
forever stuck at our own
and very personal reversed pace
for we're lovers: not brave
Track Name: Prioress
all we wanted was a deeper dream
floating on - or surfing over - a troubled sea
but all we got was a night of sleep
drowned in fear

when the morning birds will tweet
and the online world will see us
floating on fallen dreams
will we be dead or deceived ?
will we be dead or deceived ?
Track Name: The Morning shower
you can save it all
not all hope is gone
out of range for now
you can save it all

in the morning shower
make a list of past successes
be the captain of your ship
the master of your fate
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defeat, defeat, defeat, defeat deprecation
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no matter the odds
search for counterparts
stop holding it back
sabotage adversity

pressure builds diamonds
don't diminish it
find self-esteem
weather the storm
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defeat, defeat, defeat, defeat deprecation
Track Name: A Mirror bias
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Track Name: Urban reserves
if we can't stand each other for the rest of our days
tolerate neighbourhood and share space
if present dictated by future plans
means exode for the many and profits for the few

we rather set ourself apart in a different dimension
for nothing has changed and nothing can be made
if present dictated by future plans
means exode for the many and profits for the few
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urban reserve
for the fools and the weirds
all those who don't buy
commercial cities
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no words from us if we're not forced to bail
no need to expand but to keep our home safe
if present dictated by future plans
means exode for the many and profits for the few
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urban reserve
for the fools and the weirds
all those who don't buy
commercial cities

(we claim) urban reserves
the losers the freaks
all of them dismissed
from predicted cities
Track Name: Broken records
to retreat from all
make yourself at home
fence it off and pray
won’t make it go away

it’s an endless flight
from a distant fight
those you’re blocking here
would not enter anyway

if you’re facing fear
and you’re mocking tears
but can’t smell decay
don’t you sweep it all away

you’re a part of it
you’re a part of it all
in your private ways
don’t you ever turn away
Track Name: Periscope
despite everything we're born twice
phoenix and vermin cats and mice
half of our brain is a dominant one
what's left of our legs carries the man

our two hands are tied to a single side
we flee the fairs and work for a while
wrapped in our beds and sleeping in baths
scowling so hard that we'll wreck our eyes

doorbells don't sound when batteries are flat
it's obvious we're stuck in the dark
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we're stuck in the dark
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should we run in the streets or hide in the wild ?
is this fair to say that we don't need anyone ?
does "being ourselves" mean losing our time ?
is refraining from talking better than mime ?

our boxes are blank for we emptied our minds
almost prepared for it - eager for surprise
we don't always accept but we cannot deny
it's obvious we're stuck in the dark
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we're stuck in the dark

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