Monday, April 13, 2026

“WHITE LIES” by First Day Of Spring – A Song Feature

 

     WHITE LIES” arrived as the final of three volumes of the “HUMANFLESH” series from First Day Of Spring. The UK band considers it a credit-rolling closer. We consider the instrumental strength of the song to be the guitar with its upper-frequency dance atop the verses (initially on full display around 1:09). That guitar has chime and charm. But there are other contenders, such as the sax sound that begins around 4:34.
 
     Compositionally, the strength of “WHITE LIES” resides in the transition shortly after the four-minute mark. If you’re actively listening, this section of the song generates a sense of anticipation. It might be the start of an intensity decline leading to the end of the track. Or is it a standard bridge, so that the vocals will soon re-enter with another verse? No and No. The section reveals itself to be an interlude bridging the vocals-featured portion of “WHITE LIES” to the somewhat more instrumentally aggressive conclusion.
 
     First Day Of Spring comprise an ever-shifting live line-up, revolving around the songwriting of Southend-born Samuel D. Jones. They describe “WHITE LIES” as “ebbing, rising, and cruising off into the sunset; the track is lyrically inspired by an encounter with an East London mystic and their imparted philosophies on life, art and action.”
 
     As already noted, the song is the final volume of “HUMANFLESH,” which is a series of three releases concerned with personal breakthroughs, quests for self-fulfilment, and full-circle reflection. Sonically, the three tracks are bound together with a synth-fuelled infusion of Glam and British Psychedelia. The two previous volumes featured the bassline funk of “PARTYZEIT!” and the ponderous splendor of “THE RIVIERA (MODERN NATURE).”
 
     WHITE LIES” by First Day Of Spring
Lyrics of “WHITE LIES” by First Day Of Spring
Do you ever get time to think that you would play on the right side?
Did you ever get time when time flies, and you’re in the way
There’s a falicy in games that’s trying to poison my mind
the commonality in pain, the disdain you feel every day
 
I’ve got a ten-foot mother floating around in my mind
Who comes out when another is wasting all of my time
And like the sun shines
Like the bird flies
Like a high tide
Like a long drive
I can feel it
White lies
I can feel it
White lies
 
If you tell me I’ll believe you again about the cries in your heart
Because I only wanna be around if I can die in your arms
I wanna see a big sensational change in my life
I wanna see you smile the same smile I see every day
 
I take time to discover the good things that speak to my mind
And take pride that a brother is left out by the wayside
And like a cold tan
Like a bad plan
Like a lost fan
Like a free man
I can feel it
White lies
I can feel it
White lies

Monday, April 6, 2026

"THE REAPER" by little image – A Song Feature

      Our latest mystery has to do with the Dallas band little image. The band is touring, and the stops are not immediately selling out. As one example, tickets to the San Francisco show (June 13) at the Brick and Mortar have been available for two months. By itself, it would be worthwhile to see the band preform “Kill the Ghost,” a diverse and energizing single released in late 2025. If your interested in the song, CLICK HERE
 
      Showcasing the band’s flexibility, little image recently shared “THE REAPER.” The song is more relaxed and introspective than their other tracks, allowing the vocal skills of the band to become a focus. The song is about an imploding relationship – “Please don’t make me start all ovеr again.”
 
     The members of little image are Jackson Simmons (vocals/guitar), Brandon Walters (bass/synth), and Troy Bruner (drums). The band’s tour schedule is available at https://littleimagemusic.com/tour.
 
"THE REAPER" by little image
Lyrics of "THE REAPER" by little image
What is this about?
You never really want to
Used to talk it out
But now you call the lawyer
 
Don't tell me that you thought
You'd always get far
Without my help
I'm sorry I can't fall
Off the rooftop of your heart
Anymore
 
You're making me start over
Like strangers in the dark
I'll keep my self-composure
I'm falling all apart
I'm staring at the reaper
While tryna save a face
Hysterical deceiver
While I've been second place
 
You're making me start all over again
Please don’t make me start all ovеr again
 
Hiding in the house
Peacеful paranoia
Hold me inside out
Dancing in the foyer
 
Don't tell me that you thought
You'd always get far
Without my help
I'm sorry I can't fall
Off the rooftop of your heart
Anymore
 
You're making me start over
Like strangers in the dark
I'll keep my self-composure
I'm falling all apart
I'm staring at the reaper
While tryna save a face
Hysterical deceiver
While I've been second place
 
You're making me start all over again
Please don’t make me start all over again
 
I’m staring at the reaper
Please don’t make me start all over again
I’m staring at the reaper
 

Friday, April 3, 2026

“The Age of Violent Revolution” by Strangejuice – A Song Feature

 

     The instrumentation showcases upper-frequency chiming guitar, which enables individual notes to charm the listener. The allure is most apparent after the first of a repeating lyrical statement that forms the chorus. At the 0:56 mark of “The Age of Violent Revolution,” the guitar charm resides between the first two instances of “In the age of violent revolution, the easiest solution was always to cut off the head.” Creatively, guitar characteristics change with each lyrical space in the chorus.
 
     The meaning of the song from Strangejuice is not readily apparent. The most mysterious verse is the final one:
And the flowers are free
If you know how to find 'em
They're growing out of the big refrigerator island
It's okay to cut 'em and take 'em back to your house
Just watch out for the crocodile and the mouse
 
     Strangejuice is the project of Mike Anderson, who describes himself as “an Australian solo multi-instrumentalist and hermit song-maker, prolific and ugly. strange and beautiful.” Strangejuice is based in Perth, Australia. “The Age of Violent Revolution” is the first track on his recently released album “Common Behavior.” Information regarding the album is available at the Bandcamp site CLICK HERE. 
 
      Quoting a revealing description of the single:
  The Age of Violent Revolution” is a dark, driving rock track built around a propulsive live drum beat, jangling guitars in the verses, and heavier guitars in the chorus. The main hook comes from the repeated vocal line in the chorus, which gives the song its force and obsessive momentum. Lyrically it moves through surreal, unsettling imagery rather than a literal narrative, circling violence, panic, and collapse in a dreamlike way.”

      The Age of Violent Revolution” by Strangejuice


Lyrics of “The Age of Violent Revolution” by Strangejuice
It was some wild time ago
A headless girl with her head in her hand
Had to leave my place 'cause I had no place
Had to leave my place 'cause I had no place
Had to leave my place 'cause I had no place
Had to leave my place 'cause I had no place
Someplace to go
 
In the age of violent revolution
The easiest solution was always to cut off the head
In the age of violent revolution
The easiest solution was always to cut off the head
And in the age of violent revolution
The easiest solution was always to cut off the head
And in the age of violent revolution
The easiest solution was always to cut off the head
And in the age of violent revolution
The easiest solution was always to cut off the head
And in the age of violent revolution
The easiest solution was always to cut off the head
 
House burning
Saving the gin
Don’t care if the roof caves in
House burning
Saving the gin
Don’t care if the roof caves in
The wind’s howlin’
But the water’s warm
Don’t know if there’s a coming storm
 
In the age of violent revolution
The easiest solution was always to cut off the head
In the age of violent revolution
The easiest solution was always to cut off the head
And in the age of violent revolution
The easiest solution was always to cut off the head
And in the age of violent revolution
The easiest solution was always to cut off the head
 
And the flowers are free
If you know how to find 'em
They're growing out of the big refrigerator island
It's okay to cut 'em and take 'em back to your house
Just watch out for the crocodile and the mouse