Shadows and Ghosts E​.​P

by The Immediate

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The Immediate are a three-piece power pop band from Mold in north Wales.

Our new EP, Shadows and Ghosts, will be available from iTunes, Amazon, Spotify etc. from the 2nd September. A limited number of free downloads of the EP (200) are available now via our bandcamp page: theimmediate.bandcamp.com

We’re unfashionably passionate about guitars, love and truth. The songs on the EP are a clarion call of defiance in the face of divorce, breakdown and loneliness. They’re songs of experience that fight tooth and nail to cling on to innocence and hope.

You will possibly hear fragments and echoes of the following artists in our sound (The Jam, Wire, XTC, Pixies, Badfinger, Dr Feelgood, The Beatles, Husker Du, The Who, Big Star, The Cure, The Joy Formidable, The Go-Betweens, Teenage Fanclub).

The E.P was recorded by Russ Hayes at Orange Studios in Penmaenmawr.

This is our first release for 20 years. We split in 1997 due to frustration, an argument over a mouth organ and the success of Stereophonics.

We had released one single (unaccountably popular in Crewe and Sweden), made every conceivable mistake in the How To Be A Successful Indie Band handbook, toured with some excellent bands (Mansun, 60ft Dolls, Dodgy) and flickered out, leaving behind the memory of some great gigs, a few fine songs, and little else.

Earlier this year, we reconvened to repair friendships and renew tinnitus. New songs came much more easily than the old ones, probably because we are playing to please only ourselves for the first time in our existence.

There will be an album - My Soul Harmonic - in the winter of 2016.

Thursday 6th October - The Skerries, Bangor
Friday 14th October - Telford’s Warehouse, Chester

credits

released September 2, 2016

Duncan Farmer: drums
Richard Harrison: bass & backing vocals
Adam Walton: guitars, keyboards & vocals

Tracks 1 - 3 engineered by Russ Hayes at Orange Studios, Penmaenmawr

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The Immediate are a three-piece indie / power pop band from Mold in north Wales.

We’re unfashionably passionate about guitars, love and truth. The songs on the EP are a clarion call of defiance in the face of poverty, breakdown and loneliness. They’re songs of experience that fight tooth and nail to cling on to innocence and hope. ... more

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Track Name: Pockets
I know you’re feeling
You got my number
It’s not easy
Watching from afar

You fill the spaces
You light the corners
I see your faces
Laid out in the stars

Let’s build a world in your pocket
Let’s build a world in your pocket
Let’s build a world in your pocket
And live there for all time

I hear you’re hurting
You have my email
I might as well be
A far-flung satellite

And in the ether
Heart of the vacuum
Your eyes are pulsars
Oscillate my soul

Let’s build a world in your pocket
Let’s build a world in your pocket
Let’s build a world in your pocket
And live there for all time
Hide from the searchlight
Until it’s not a crime

[interlude]

Pockets, pockets, pockets
Track Name: Shadows And Ghosts
Who am I to call in the morning
Now that you’ve dwindled away?
I lived my life through you, i did
Now there’s no one with the time of day

Where did all the faces we knew well go?
How did I accumulate?
More dust than hearts to hang on to
I’m lonelier than I can say

(chorus)

It was all you,
All you
It was all you….
Now there’s only shadows and ghosts to keep me close in the cold night

Oooh ooh…

Who will I escape in the evening?
A man who doesn’t know he has light.
You sit alone and contemplate,
A door into the chance of a life.

The house is quiet as death now you’re not here,
It echoes with the sound of your heels
Early mornings on your way to work,
I wish you’d never told me how you feel.

(chorus)

It was all you,
All you
It was all you….
Now there’s only shadows and ghosts to keep me close in the cold night
Track Name: Yoko
You,
Are the droids I’m looking for
The centre of this universe
I’ve searched its furthest swirls.

You,
Are a holy grail of science,
Perpetual machine of motion
In my knackered heart.

I’d abandoned all thoughts of finding chime,
Now I’m ringing out loud as sourest limes
I can see through my friends for all their crimes.
You are my Yoko

You,
Are a wonder of our times,
A flesh and blood creation with no vanities inside

You,
Are a swell in the oceans,
Our peaceful souls becalm & spin upon the loosest tides

I’d given up on the rhymes inside the cards
And the sites selling desperate napalm hearts
Then I opened my mind to modern arts
You are my Yoko
Track Name: Garnets (1982)
I can’t remember exactly why we went on that trip, my dad, my brother and me.

I think my Mum was sitting exams, learning about European History and English literature, the things she’d missed out in school.

In his speech on my wedding day, dad said him and mum were worried I was a loner.

But I loved being with my books, my classical guitar, painting Citadel miniatures, cataloguing my mineral collection.

No. 1 - Cornelian / polished specimen… tumbled over months in our garage.
2 - tourmaline / blue to green… like the skies over Rivendell
3 - vanadanite… such beautiful pink crystals… a gift off Bill next door who coated things in silver.
4 - peacock ore… dug out of a Roman copper mine in Snowdonia with Morag Campbell and her dad, Alex. They were such lovely people.
5 - moss agate
azurite, iceland spar, a blue topaz, aventurine, amethyst, heliotrope, citrine…

I most loved the way the light shone through garnets… I’d hold them up to my eye… fall into their rich blood otherworld.

The colour of Kiki Dee’s lips.
The colour of Dexy’s Midnight Runners.
The colour of Anwen Roberts’ school jumper.

The colour of the skies when I dreamed about mushroom clouds and melting milk bottles.

Lost deep in the red
Deep in the light
Garnet inside

My dad built me a desk out of wood with a cabinet in it and shelves with little felt-lined compartments to display my specimens. I hope he knows that that’s the greatest thing any dad did, ever. Almost makes up for all the born-again-Christian, Bob Dylan he inflicted on our poor ears…

Almost…

I had heard you could find garnets on the Isle of Arran.

One day, to give my mum the peace and quiet she needed to revise, dad squeezed Danny and I into his Cavalier and drove north.

I was so excited. I imagined I’d walk along the beach at sunset and see garnets the size of my fist glowing in the embers of the sun.

The journey took hours. It was Easter and the rain was slate and horizontal. The kind of rain I have anxiety attacks about driving in, but this was before anxiety attacks had been invented, so my dad was OK.

We stopped on a blasted moor that Lear and Heathcliff wouldn’t have set foot on, somewhere near Shap, so I could look for garnets amongst the granite and streams.

[change]
But the thing about stones is, they like to be underground… and I didn’t have a spade.

I was trying to play Subbuteo without any fingers; Dungeons and Dragons without any dice; Atari… without an Atari.

Driving away with wellies full of brackish water, I could hear this whispering ache.

[CHORUS]

We didn’t make it to Arran. The storm meant that the crossing was cancelled. A big Sealink ferry bobbing about in its mooring like it was undergoing a Tsunami stress test.

Dad took us to Blackpool instead. We played Battlezone in the Amusements on the front.

I forgot about garnets. I lost interest. Stopped looking.

That was all a long, long time ago.

There have been a few Arrans since then. Not many garnets. That’s life, though, isn’t it? Unless you’re Murdoch, Thatcher or Cowell.

[CHORUS]

Anyway, a few weeks ago I went back to Scotland.

I went all that way to see this band who live on my doorstep.

A great band.

But I was mostly there because I had a curiosity, this impossible to slake instinct that the light would be shining in just the right way, that the tides had moved the flotsam, and the boulders, and the pebbles and sands enough for me to catch a glint…

In a lifetime of foolish decision-making it’s one of the best I ever made.

Top 3, at least.

I’d traipsed over a thousand fields, up five thousand and fifty stony slopes, strained all my eyes at the boggling scree at my feet, and I’d never found anything.

Then, I looked up and there she was, glinting, rich, deep, laughing, swearing, incarnadine, trapping my heart in her light.

I can’t help but be sentimental. So what?
Sod the cynics and the know-it-alls.
Life’s too short to ever grow up.