It’s been another labour of love for myself and my little guys over the last 13 months. We’ve put together 17 new tracks exploring different sides of existence as we know it, served up in the same bluesy punk-funky rocksteady mixture as Posts from Planet Earth. Except different.
The songs are firmly based on terra firma this time. The Hopkinsville Goblins were confused as to why the human race can never reach its true potential, so they’ve spent more time among us, observing. At times they were disturbed. They think removing greed and power from evil men should be the priority for all people. I told them it’s not that simple. People can’t combine to fight the power if they are worried about where their next meal is coming from. That’s how evil men maintain the ugliness, and that’s not about to change any time soon.
This confusion has created a creative tension between myself and my little guys for the first time. Them reaching for the stars, me keeping them on the ground. They don’t mind. They aren’t petty. Sometimes they seek to inspire. Sometimes they seek to question. But they never seek to deceive.
The Hopkinsville Goblins are back on: Amazon, Deezer, iTunes, Spotify, Apple Music and Google Play. Or check them out on Youtube.
Paypal users can check us out (literally) on Bandcamp.
You can be our guest and skip straight to the links, but just so you know, here's what’s on the album:
The Hopkinsville Goblins are back
You can run, but it’s better if you listen
A cold day in hell
The place is packed but there isn’t a soul in there. Watch your plastic doesn’t melt. A song about those nightspots of nightmares everyone has been to at least once in their lives.
What hit me?
We would never want to be guilty of promoting substances, but there are some bad options out there right now that should be avoided. Don’t play with what you can’t control.
Friday night's alright
Saturday night I get it together, turn my life into a show
Sunday night I lay back down with my head in cotton wool
Monday night I call my friends to find out what they know
Tuesday night’s alright for ironing out your clothes
Wednesday night I’m over the hump with two more days to go
Thursday night’s alright for those reality TV shows
but Friday night’s alright for rock’n’roll
I saw a rocket
Fly me to the moon and I’ll let you share my popcorn
Absolute zero
Absolute zero = not Nought.
Stucco soul
People want to disguise the raw materials that made them, but if you apply a veneer it will eventually crack and peel off.
Amerikaemia (diagnosis dub)
Stripped down version of Amerikaemia with some extra hot sauce
Serf City
Let them eat lamingtons on the last bus home in Serf City. Coming to a neighbourhood near you. Very soon.
There's nothin' new under the sun
It’s true: rock n roll started in the stone age. By now you've met Michael Maroney. This one introduces you to the people on the rest of the album.
Even the rats have pissed off
Rats are clever. They don’t hang around where there’s nothing for them. A song about isolation and dislocation. The blues in other words.
GTO
Our hero works in a menswear store with only shop dummies for company. Everything he does is just a warm up for the weekend. Hey, we’ve all got to earn the bucks to fuel our pleasures.
Lose him
No good to you = no good for you.
Wool blind
You will go blind if you don’t think for yourself.
Electric RV blues
A new gadget doesn’t supply the needs of life. That dot on the horizon isn’t getting any closer. The blues in other words.
Easter
You nearly killed me but you missed again.
Go home!
Like a Mexican child from Texas we would, but we don’t have a home to go to.
Words, music and production by Alvis Impulsive; (P) and (C) Banzona Music 2017
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