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Their coats flapped like God's chops

by Big Block 454

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Square clothes, calloused leg An appliance of Smeg He begged The recidivist yegg An honest dreg Drank tea from a nine-gallon keg Beg / Don’t Beg Eat Your Greens, Mr. EGG
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See clearly through the water, river shadows See clearly through the water, river shadows With one free hand, I let them go With one free hand, I let them go
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The sign by the reservoir read: “Danger, machines moving underwater.” It was a hot day, the water looked so cool. I was too far from shore when the rumbling began.
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(Burning my pyjamas with a kerosene gun) I saw an angel (40 grubby slappers with a bellyful of fun) but I was thwarted The signs and sigils couldn’t get me closer Now I’m drinking absence with heavy water Don’t point the finger There’s an angel to pay on the Clive Sullivan Way There’s an angel to pay Where are the powers, thrones and dominions The nine bright shiners and the April rainers There’s no sign of action in the pleroma The sky is empty There’s an angel to pay on the Clive Sullivan Way There’s an angel to pay
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Roses 05:13
Dark on the valley floor winter animals are abroad I saw the shape of a woman whose body was made of roses in a blaze of light And the owls all said “You can never go back now. You can never go back.” Frozen in a moment’s glance secret messages of the heart Like wings beating hard in the darkness the sharpness of the memory and a blinding light Like the story said “You can never go back now. You can never go back.”
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One fine day, whilst taking a turnip for a stroll down Kumquat Lane, I met this bloke. His voice dripped with the languid sparkle of capricious humour. “I’ve just bought these trousers from the Pound Shop” he announced triumphantly. “Cotton underpants, nylon trousers” he giggled, whilst bending over backwards and clutching his sides in some vain but humorous attempt to explain the strange red pustules at the top of his thighs. “Cotton underpants, nylon trousers” he shrieked acronymically, pointing his shrivelled yellow forefinger at my drippy, sweaty fivehead, whilst sprinkling dried pommelled rye flakes over the oozing, pustulating uvatae “Cotton underpants, nylon trousers” he bleated a final time, before sheepishly recommencing upon his journey from Cheetham Hill to Miles Platting – by hovercraft.
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Corporal Cloud had been crying again One more day in the Republic of Rain
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Eggbound 02:32
What they say in the night is so different from the day How do we know? Either way, they must be eggbound
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Now it’s gonna rain and I am driving through the dark again Now it’s gonna rain and I am sleeping in the car again Now it’s gonna rain and I am digging in the soil again Now it’s gonna rain and I am kissing my best girl again Oh, I love the rain, I love the rain, I love the rain Let it come down, I love the rain, I love the rain I love the rain.
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They started the process, they carved up the host They smothered poor Jenny in dripping and toast The carpenter with horse head in garter and hose stole from the bedroom; the window was closed Cure me in your brine My porcine waste of time Never stroke the panther, it shrinks from your touch Don’t feed the swineherd, he likes it too much Jenny in the treehouse is counting her wheels Scoured like a pigskin, the carpenter squeals Cure me in your brine My porcine waste of time
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Horse Stare 02:21
The horses are staring, they know what I'm wearing. I wish I was backwards.
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The cats are all inside, you’re talking in your sleep Wind rocks the house, like we’re miles out to sea In our pea-green boat, wrapped in your overcoat, vanilla-scented skin, honeysuckle throat Let’s just stay here, we might not be missed Put the past in boxes, put the boxes on the fire It’s enough that you are here, with your arm across my chest Breathing warm vanilla, forget about the rest And sleep forever in the waves And sleep forever in the waves

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Big Block 454 are Colin Robinson, Mark Joell and Alex Stone with Pete Scullion and Robert Shaw (and Neil Newsome on 'Eggbound').
Thanks to Lisa Murray for lyrics and background information on 'Pomeranian Bullcat'.

Review by Torodd Fuglesteg for Prog Archives:

"put your dance shoes on and either stream or download this album. Or you can just listen to this album and wonder if there is anything left on this planet you have not heard. In any case; Their Coats Flapped Like God’s Chops is a superb album where most songs and experiments comes off with flying lamb chops."


Review by Dermo (of Northside) on the Manchester is Music website:

How can you not love a band who have a member whose role is for ‘funny handshakes’ ha ha I love it. Their sound is ‘like waking up in a toy shop and tin soldiers, jack in the box and clowns are all on acid, laughing and coming at you, aaarrrhhhh.’ If I could describe my dreams set to music, then BB 454 are it. Answers Come In Dreams ay ha ha.

They have mad little sayings and genius lyrics that rubber cartoons, robots and bank robbers would be proud of. I hear choirboys and mad monks discussing the grand national while a posh twin signs on ha ha. Defo a case of ‘Sing LSD’ Throw into the mix, Michael Bentine’s Potty Time, Boards Of Canada,Tenacious D, Beck and Zappa. This band rule! Just have a listen to ‘Cheetham Hill To Miles Platting By Hovercraft’ and the fantastic ‘Hull Is Full Of Grubby Slappers’ and dare to keep a straight face. Even in the eye of the storm they’ve still got a professionalism that I admire... In their own words they sound like ‘Wonky Bingo’

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released November 1, 2004

All compositions Robinson/Joell/Stone

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Big Block 454 Hebden Bridge, UK

Since the late 80s, Big Block 454 has been making exploratory, highly individual music that encompasses rock, funk, electronica, folk music, Dadaist collage and much more besides.
Each band member is a multi-instrumentalist, but Big Block 454’s approach also encompasses the creation of sound on instruments they don’t know how to play, and those that hadn’t been invented before the band made them.
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