Marrying the musical ferocity of Hot Water Music with a display of technical virtuosity,Luca Brasi perform a scathing set of punk rock that is both melodic and confronting. Wearing their influences on their sleeve, the quartet exudes nothing but honest pride while performing their patriotic yet snide ode to their home state, Viva Tassie Cabrones. Having played the Australian east coast a few times in the last six months, it’s a wonder …. continue HERE
Viva Tassie Cabrones
We sat and drank with the sun on our shoulders
We sat and felt like free men
Just like Andy Dufrense, but as soon as it came
It was gone again
I don’t believe you summer and your promise of endless nights
Pretty soon its clear you’re not loyal, But a thief!
I can’t believe you winter and your unforgiving cold
You hang over our heads, like lead!
We sat and brushed the world off our shoulders
We all felt the touch of the cold
Just like Andy Dufrense reacquainted with pain
Of knowing fortune doesn’t apply to us
April was left in the cold, so it just fucking froze
The anticipation is worse than what you’ve got in store
We are the geriatric relative, you only visit out of guilt, to keep your conscience clear.
C
Brother I’d spill blood and spill mine, to stand next to you not behind
And we can take any demon that’s plaguing you and rip it apart
When chewing fear comes knocking we’ll build walls and make shelter
When chewing fear comes knocking
We’ve got everything and we’ve got nothing
But to pull by collar, embrace both arms
To stop what is consuming you I’d give anything
When chewing fear comes knocking we’ll build walls and make shelter
When chewing fear comes knocking we’ll stand back and laugh
It’s not even close to half of steadfast loyalty
Us brothers in arms.
Passed The Break (originally performed by The Gifthorse)
Carried out to sea, further than I’ve been
Passed the break and moving
Floating away, nothing in the sails
Never gunna see home at this rate
For all I know, forever more, fed on broken dreams and blue skies
Some call it hope, I call it over
Off the coast and calling out for help, without a chance in hell of ever going home
And now it’s getting lonely on my own
Floating away, nothing in the sails
Treading water for survival
Killing time, counting waves, waiting for the sea to take me
Some call it hope, I call it over
Off the coast and calling out for help, without a chance in hell of ever going home
Carried out to sea, further than I’ve been before
Floating away, nothing in the sails, no
For all I know, forever more
Fed on broken dreams, blue sky!
t0uche-amor3 asked: I can' wait for you guys to come back to Adelaide, Friday night was great!
Can’t wait to come back to radelaide, thanks so much