The Drones premiere video for “Boredom”

The Drones premiere video for "Boredom"

“Boredom” comes off The Drones latest album Feelin Kinda Free, Recorded at Tropical Fuck Storm Studios in Melbourne Australia, with Aaron Cupples, who also sat behind the desk to recorded 2006’s LP Gala Mill. Feelin Kinda Free is the first album in over a decade to feature original Drones drummer Christian Strybosch. He is joined by long time members Gareth Liddiard, Fiona Kitschin, Dan Luscombe and Steve Hesketh.

Feelin Kinda Free is a bad trip you can dance to. It’s a punch in the brain summed up by the first line of the album’s opener Private Execution: “The best songs are like bad dreams”. It is not like other music. It is not your stock jock “modern” retro rehash, rather an avant avalanche of everything coming back to haunt you.”

It explores themes such as koro syndrome, the fruits of western imperialism, ISIS, celebrity chefs, being a “fucking cunt”, seaside statecraft, beach-bum race riots, Rupert Murdoch, the new Middle Eastern/European diaspora, the spectre of neofascism, Hugo Boss, Luftwaffe psychological warfare techniques, girls, sweet revenge, capitalist consumer psychosis, body image dysmorphia/mania, Gertrude Bell, eating people and selling yourself, having great skin, leftist utopianism, scientific triumphalism, E.T. and the mindless assumption that alien lifeforms would be nicer than us simply because of their technological superiority.

Feelin Kinda Free Track Listing:
1.Private Execution
2.Taman Shud
3.Then They Came For Me
4.To Think That I Once Loved You
8.Shutdown SETI

The ‘burbs are growing like a fingernail
Slower than the dullest pain
I want the hunger and cold of the knights of old
When there was blood up to the himalayas
I’m saying farewell to the welfare state
The only comfort is a caliphate
I’m guessing war sure beats any old north shore beach
Or any western suburb single player
I’m looking for the type of test
A cataclysm make me beat my chest
Man any kinda ism beats a singing competition
On a tv fat with gnash and wail
They got me singing in a different scale
Don’t wanna push no pram
Or join a bikie gang
Or flip a burger for the infidel
No one ever lives to tell
What’s at the bottom of an oil well

Boredom boredom
I’m gonna take a pic down there
Put my index finger in the air
Boredom boredom
Gonna tag it with my user name
And you can flag it for it’s guts and brains

Got me a lawyer in the ACT
Got me the fuck outta the PNG
I’m telling y’all failed states they ain’t exactly great
But neither’s prison in the Bismarck sea
Terra’s firma in the southern lands
Shock and awe is all for stretch humvees
The casual exhibition of a recent acquisition’s
All the intervention they got planned
I miss the hustle of the Baghdad days
It weren’t a shit hole in the late ’80s
That thing with W, don’t let it trouble you
It’s all a distant hen’s night anyway
I hear ‘em screaming for a Chippendale
That looks like Eminem, it must be 2am
And it’s like nothing here is even real
You’re just so lucky that you get to feel

Boredom boredom
I didn’t come here for the thrills and spills
I just like the way i don’t get killed
Boredom boredom
You get the house, land, bang the whole biz
If you can just remember where it is
Boredom boredom
Don’t fucking tell me that you ain’t got room
You ever really seen a baby boom?
Boredom boredom
Man I was born in the cradle of civilisation
And I plan on dying in it’s tomb