There is no evolution without mutation.

Taking heed of the lesson taught by Darwinism, the four Albion fellows offer us a musical reinterpretation of the experiments conducted a couple of centuries ago by Abbot Mendel: luckily for us, this time it’s not various species of peas (!) being crossed, but several musical genres, specifically emo-metal-core and euro-techno-trance.

The result of this "experiment" is what you will find within this "Take to The Skies", an album that deserves to be (re)discovered by anyone who shows at least a minimal interest in both aforementioned sounds and is at the same time open to a fusion of the two.

If you identify with this description, you will hardly be able to resist true dance-pit anthems such as "Sorry, you're not a winner", "Ok, time for plan B", and "Anything can happen in the next half hour", even if all the 17 tracks comprising the platter (13 not counting the interludes, much to the dismay of bad luck...) are worthy of your attention.

For those who have not yet had the pleasure of approaching the band's sound proposal, it is also likely that you have heard of it as a new sensation (freak show) on My Space or because they have been the only band without a contract (besides The Darkness) capable of doing a sold out at the Astoria in London or again as yet another new sensation inflated artificially by the increasingly nationalist English press...

All true, for sure, but in the end, what matters is always and only the music, music that, as previously emphasized, in this case, not only does not disappoint the expectations set on the eve but indeed manages to revive a genre affected by static immobility like the "core" scene.

Then, whether within the grooves of this optical disc lie the harbingers of a new path to metal-emo-core or whether, on the contrary, it was just a flash in the pan, only time will tell us (assuming that anyone cares to know the answer)...in the meantime, all that is left for us is to lower the window of the Uno Abarth, polish the fuzzy dice hanging from the mirror, and turn up the radio "to the max" while the speakers pump the building beats of the title track....AND STILL WE WILL BE HERE STANDING LIKE STATUES!!

Tracklist Lyrics Samples and Videos

01   Enter Shikari (04:07)

SHIT!
SHIT!

I've been hiding here for a thousand years,
waiting for your ghost
I've been hiding here for a thousand years,
waiting for your ghost

YOUR LIFE'S ABOUT TO FLASH BEFORE YOUR EYES
YOUR LIFE'S ABOUT TO FLASH BEFORE YOUR EYES

Stand your ground,
this is ancient land
I was guided here
by the spirits hand

We shall meet,
at Hells gate
This is fate
THIS IS FATE
this is fate
THIS IS FATE

Not all is lost the spirits shriek
You will be hunted WE SHALL SEEK
Perserverance, turn the page
Enter Shikari Enter Shikari

We're not hiding
WE'RE NOT HIDING
We're not hiding
WE'RE NOT HIDING
We're not hiding now
WE'RE NOT HIDING NOW

I'm in the zone

ALLRIIIGHT!

And still we will be here,
standing like statues
AND STILL WE WILL BE HERE,
STANDING LIKE STATUES

02   Mothership (04:37)

Go tell all your friends that this is the end
Go tell all your friends that this is the end
Go tell all your friends that this is the end
This is the end

I don't understand a word you're saying
what are the clouds running from?
There's something in the air tonight
Something is wrong, spit it out!

I just fell from that Mothership
They said that
Your answers, they're always lying on the ocean bed
Your answers, they're always lying on the ocean bed

There's something in the air
There's something in the air
In the air, in the air
Tonight, I'm wide awake, I'm wide awake
In the air, in the air
Tonight, I'm wide awake, I'm wide awake

And I'll scream with a thousand voices...
I am sane
I am sane
My soul felt so safe up there
No self-centred natives destroying our earth

I just fell from that Mothership
They said that
Your answers, they're always lying on the ocean bed
Your answers (your answers, your answers) they're always lying on the ocean bed

Walk the plank, walk the plank, walk the plank
Walk the plank, walk the plank, walk the plank
Walk the plank
Your answers they're always lying on the ocean bed
Your answers they're always lying on the ocean bed
Your answers they're always lying on the ocean bed
Your answers they're always lying on the ocean bed

03   Anything Can Happen in the Next Half Hour (05:43)

04   Labyrinth (03:57)

HELP!!!

The air turns black
The birds drop from the sky
This eagle has landed
I'm choking on your pride

But the walls are closing in
And you don't appreciate
That in my hands tonight
Is where your fate lies
Her face drains...

Stand up, take a bow you have
No reason to celebrate
Your lost in the labyrinth
Scream now it's not too late

Nothing seems to break the walls down
We'll break the walls down

Well, it looks like the end of tonight for our friend here
He's finding it hard to keep his head
Especially with his girl screaming in his ear
We've gotta ask ourselves, do they deserve this
Speak now or forever hold your peace

Will he make it out
I hope he makes out
He's gotta make it out
He's gonna make it out

05   No Sssweat (03:20)

Where's your respect? (Where's your respect?)
Why bite the hand that feeds you
It's not over yet not over yet (not over yet)
Plenty more fingers for you to nibble
I'd like to see you get your teeth round this
I'm sure your jaw will surely be missed

Not even salt can make your hands taste good
I'm still crunching your lifeline
Not even salt can make your hands taste good
I'm still crunching your lifeline

You do this every fucking time
No sweat (no tears) no guilt

You do this every fucking time
No sweat (no tears) no guilt

Not even salt can make your hands taste good
I'm still crunching your lifeline

Lifeline, lifeline, lifeline,
Blood fills your palms,
Lifeline, lifeline, lifeline
Blood fills your palms,
Lifeline, lifeline, lifeline
Blood fills your palms,

Where's your respect? (Where's your respect?)
Why bite the hand that feeds you
It's not over yet not over yet (not over yet)
Plenty more fingers for you to nibble
I'd like to see you get your teeth round this
I'm sure your jaw will be surely missed

Not even salt can make your hands taste good
I'm still crunching your lifeline
Not even salt can make your hands taste good
I'm still crunching your lifeline

You do this every fucking time
No sweat (no tears) no guilt

You do this every fucking time
No sweat (no tears) no guilt

Do this one more time and I'll bit your fucking fingers off!

06   Today Won't Go Down in History (03:39)

07   Reprise 1 (01:33)

08   Return to Energiser (04:39)

You look like you
Rented a smile
From someone but you
Rented the wrong size

Take it back
You should take it back

BURY IT
That's not what you want
That's not what you want

Cause that would grow more
That's not what you want
That's not what you want

We still have
the element
of surprise
defence shields
DOWN

Return to energiser [x4]

Wave your bloody white flags

surrender
give in

that's not what you want [x4]

that's not what you

We still have
the element
of surprise
defence shields
down!

Return to energiser [x8]

And all hell breaks loose, when you're here...[x4]

09   Sorry You're Not a Winner (04:15)

10   Jonny Sniper (04:36)

A whisper from the wind, and I can't help but listen.
A crashing of white waves, and I cant help but listen.
They're trying to entertain and I cant help but...

(Painting A Picture Of Myself)
And I'll always be here for another.
Over and over and I'll always be here.

The screaming of the earth and I cant help but listen.
They're trying to entertain, but I can't help but...

(Painting A Picture Of Myself)
And I'll always be here for another.
Over and over and I'll always be here.

This is all I need to feel alive.

(Painting A Picture Of Myself)
And always be here for another .
Over and over and I'll always be here.

This is all I need to feel alive.

11   Adieu (05:42)

12   OK, Time for Plan B (05:06)

13   Reprise 2 (02:44)

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By Tobby

 The unusual mix of '80s synthesizers laid thickly on solid metalcore/post-hardcore foundations guarantees the band’s success.

 Praise to Enter Shikari for managing to build their success on one good idea.


By MissBlinky

 The synths with the tacky riffs are absolutely terrible!!!

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