Comet Gain

Fireraisers, Forever!

Tapete

Released: 9th October 2019

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Limited to 400 Dinked Edition.
Exclusive Blue Vinyl.
LP + exclusive bonus 7” (exclusive tracks = ‘Chain Smokin'’ - Vic Godard/Subway
Sect cover / ‘Even This Could Be Beautiful’).

"Following on from what very much felt like a late period masterpiece, Paperback Ghosts, Comet Gain suddenly deliver what may well be this year’s most urgent, righteous, polemic record. "This sounds like Crass" was my esteemed colleague, Michael’s, first take on the excellent anti-Brexit anthem, 'We’re All Fucking Morons'. If Comet Gain have always felt somehow oppositional, this is them at their sharpest in over a decade, with the first three tracks sounding almost distorted with anger. In a way this puts them back in touch with their own roots - The Jam of Saturday’s Kids, That’s Entertainment; the TV Personalities of King & Country, Paradise Estate - but there’s also partial alignment with Sleaford Mods and other ongoing warriors, albeit with better tunes.

It being Comet Gain there are moments of real tenderness too - an absolutely heartbreaking tribute from the group to Epic and Nikki from Swell Maps. '1000 Beach Boys Bootlegs… the Record & Tape Exchange… Pin Your Teenage Heart To Me’ which finds the Godfrey Brothers (Epic, Nikki) wondering if anyone will remember them. Sometimes seemingly lost in rock dreams, it’s good to remember that Epic and Nikki supported the DIY scene that followed on from their own brilliant efforts - Exhibit A, 12 Cubic Feet, all of that. It wasn’t all classicism, there was usually room for the scruffy amateur too, which really they were. There would have been room for Comet Gain for sure, completing a circle and all of that, it’s pretty emotional.

With a new Comet Gain record there’s always a few different crescents to travel round, some weirder than others. The song that is currently causing me most intrigue, and hitting the mark, is a look back in anger to the Mid 8T’s from Rachel - it’s a rite of passage, about moving on, changing when others don’t want to, maybe it’s even about being in two or more times at once, the sixties in the eighties, the eighties and now. More than that it’s about belonging and identity, two themes they keep coming back to; in fact, it’s in almost everything Comet Gain do.

Fireraisers Forever is three dimensional, complicated, rewarding. It’s one to live with on these autumn nights, probably going right on into the winter too. It’s about the fight but it’s about why it’s normal to feel angry and it’s about having the right to feel hopeful too. 'We all danced closer as the night grew colder…'."


Stephen/Monorail

Here comes the beat of the broken street…"Fireraisers"; as in those with flames in veins – had enough of the never ending spiral of stupidity and hate and greed and religious/political hypocrisy– the inexorable rise of the moron mind and those
sleepwalking in their lazy hives letting THEM do this to US... a modern rite to burn away all this to the ground and see what nice flowers rise up from the ground… we imagine an army of disenchanted, beaten down kids becoming modern anarchist magicians drawing dumb sgylls of dada retribution ... "if we all spit together we can drown the bastards";.
The last LP was a gentler, inner, melancholic hug at 2 am and perhaps we would’ve continued to go down a sweeter road but the state of the world has meant we were compelled to turn the fuzz up and make something more brutal and instant. In defiance to our last LP – now it’s late night sadness turns to the angry morning. First take beats ethics. Two weeks of late afternoon 45s listening parties with The Rationals/Nerves/Messthetics/Back From The Grave garage/Fading Yellow comps/The Jam/Dead Moon – whatever had the urge. Trying to figure out how Rufus Thomas would sound if he joined the Swell Maps … condensing it all mixing and absorbing then forgetting it all and propelling the psychic mix tape into an albums worth of angry pop drops and slow howls.

So Comet Gain is still alive longer than we should – still trying to be a collective and an idea emerging every now and then with the same grumpy erratic sounds – this one’s louder than the last one but sometimes maybe quieter. It’s made from an amazement that the hate mind is winning and "we're not doing anything about it – we're still voting for these bozos and not burning the whole ugly facade to the ground. And it’s filled with love and rage.