EP 1

by Huxami

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In their first release EP 1, Huxami combines the influence of songwriters such as John Lennon and Nick Cave with a sonic landscape that undulates through the disparate stylistic worlds of the past sixty years. Taking cues from boundary-bending bands such as The Necks, Kneebody, Battles and Wilco, the songs demonstrate a strong collective vision that manifests in exploratory structures, rich textures and a sense of urgency.
Through a lyrical style that draws from stream of consciousness writing, storytelling and broken phrasing, Huxami finds ways to articulate the seemingly ineffable qualities of dreams and the perplexity of human experience.

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released July 2, 2017

Mixed and Recorded by Sam Swain at Los Bomberos Studios.
Mastered by Stepford Audio.

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Huxami Melbourne, Australia

Melbourne based band Huxami is the musical creation of singer/pianist Francis Macindoe, guitarist Lachlan Hensey, bassist Liam Powell and drummer Tommy Harrison. The result of a collaborative creative process fueled by green tea and falafel, Huxami's sound lands somewhere at the nexus of progressive folk, modern jazz and art rock. ... more

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Track Name: A Century's Dawn
Torn at the water,
A century is dawning,
Fear no fever, no fever.

Red bells chime from the Ukraine,
Lay your arms down,
Lay down your arms.

A million lies lie between us,
We the children,
Stakeholders in God,
In God.

With no one left to receive us,
I surrender like a season of elderly fall,
And we fall.

Mckenna..

It's the season to rewind..

Lailah,
Lailah Tov
Lailah,
Lailah Tov.
Track Name: Sunday Driver
My girl was written off,
When I called this morn,
She whispered like a basilisk,
Was sleeping by her door.

Oh Sunday, Sunday,
I drove up to the grave.
And I hear the shepherds watch,
Ticking behind mine.

My pride was dead and gone,
I'm wishing so to see,
The tattered jeans of my innocence,
Still drying in the breeze.

Oh Monday, Monday,
I cursed you like the plague.
And I lynch the memories,
So they hang like fruit.

Famileavemebeforgodsachingkneezydoesitsacrimenotmyselfatalrhyme.

Breathe easy,
Begin dreaming now.

Wake.
Wake me.
The fires in the meadows,
Hell the writing's on the wall.