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HOLLOW SAINTS

Concrete Sunday

Formed in a laundrette, named after a pub that closed before they were born

style

  • post-punk
  • gothic rock
  • angular guitars
  • driving bass
  • female alto
  • sardonic and cold
  • sparse production
  • tension and release
  • british accent
  • launderette ambience

the numbers

bpm
144
key
E minor
energy
0.70
dance
0.95
valence
0.48
vocal at
6.7s
length
3:09
language
En

lyrics

(instrumental, tense)

The launderette is the warmest room on this road
We go there when we've nothing, so we go there quite a lot
Watching other people's clothes go round is free
(it's free, it's free)
And that is the entertainment budget, thanks

Sunday is a shape (a shape)
Not a day, a shape, and it's grey and it's flat

Concrete Sunday
(Sunday, Sunday)
Nothing opens, nothing ever will
Concrete Sunday
(Sunday, Sunday)
And we are extremely good at this

They opened a coffee place where the chemist was
Four pounds fifty for a thing that tastes of nothing
The lads still stand outside like it's still the chemist
(still the chemist)
Some loyalty survives regeneration

I could leave.
I have said that eleven times this year.
(BAND BACK IN, HARDER)

Concrete Sunday
(Sunday, Sunday)
Nothing opens, nothing ever will
Concrete Sunday
(Sunday, Sunday)
And we are extremely good at this

(Sunday.)
Concrete Sunday — HOLLOW SAINTS · FERAL