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On A Perfect Earth EP

by Last Living Cannibal

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1.
You could act like a diamond in the rough No ascension could ever be enough Don’t believe the zealots Decouple from the truth Your friends are overrated They owe a debt to you Take off the paper shackles Go stretch out on the roof Cos someone in the top floor Has got it in for you On a perfect earth Where you and I are truly satisfied Don’t get left behind Put the scars of a king upon your brow Rip the amethyst and opal from the crown Demand for her attention And give none in return She’ll reach a hand to save you But you’re too proud to learn Another round of cocktails For men you’d rather know The tables turn to face you So play another show On a perfect earth Where you and I are truly satisfied Don’t get left behind Passing through the sun Knowing everything will soon be fine On a burning satellite The angels hit the ground In a moment When you and I are truly gone – You could act like a sin without a host Father sun and the perforated ghost You’re hiding from a secret You feel like giving up Another wounded ego You’re using as a crutch Tired of being impatient There’s time enough to choose A light is in the foreground To claim the spoils of youth On a perfect earth Where you and I are truly satisfied Don’t get left behind Passing through the sun Knowing everything will soon be fine On a burning satellite The angels hit the ground In a moment When you and I are truly gone
2.
Wicked Hands 04:36
"Was it worth the pain above your back To Pull at every chord? Sitting in the middle of the track Heading for the ward No one gave you a cause No vindicated flaws I can’t see you anymore Who’re you trying to please? Gunning for a sweet release What’re you trying to prove? Wicked hands will come for you Was it worth the fog behind your eyes To care enough at all? No one asked for you to paint the skies Still you gave them more No one made you the boss No imaginary flaws Do you feel it anymore? Who’re you trying to please? Gunning for a sweet release What’re you trying to prove? Wicked hands will come for you Some of us just need a hand to hold To carry us along Pressing our desires into the folds Dreaming we belong No one saved you a spot No original thought Like a baby in the cot Who’re you trying to please? Gunning for a sweet release? What’re you trying to prove? Wicked hands will come for you"
3.
There are moments I remember less and less As I throw my clothes off the pier Throwing stones at the window of your dorm Just to keep you there for the year I have a love that can’t give up For Basil in the garden and roses in the cup Why lay your head upon a fist When we could flee the sirens for alligator mist Heaven knows where these eleven years have gone I can’t see the lines anymore I could throw both my arms up around the globe Just to watch the blades hit the floor You never had to raise the stakes By kicking out the driver before he hit the brakes White lies are harder to resist And we’ll be easy riders through alligator mist -- I have a love that can’t go out For strangers in the driveway, reentering the house No one will have to reminisce And someday we’ll be driving through alligator mist
4.
What’s a noble song A shoulder that you cry upon? Or is it just a sermon to the brave? First there was the word Second was the metaphor A rotten hand that beckons from the grave Invisible colours Coming out to haunt us I can hardly notice What lurks beneath the covers Faith is in the numbers Like dragonflies above us I can hardly notice Forever changing summers In the hollow night A figure holds the camera Demanding that we keep our eyes in the frame Paint this lonely world In iambic pentameter To break the spell that binds you in his name Invisible colours Coming out to haunt us I can hardly notice What lurks beneath the covers Faith is in the numbers Like dragonflies above us I can hardly notice Forever changing summers And why would I put a mirror Up to all injustice and evil Like I’m right? (The second is the metaphor) And why would I be a vessel For all pain and suffering When I can still fight? (A shoulder that you cry upon) -- Invisible colours Coming out to haunt us I can hardly notice What lurks beneath the covers Faith is in the numbers Like dragonflies above us I can hardly notice Forever changing summers
5.
Samson 05:08
I could swear this house is sinking Into a pit beneath the hall I keep finding small reminders In the warped uneven floors At the bottom of the garden I keep slipping on the path I can’t handle disappointment Too afraid to bear the cost Someone’s watching us Through cameras in the lights The man who lives above Is howling every night Samson, take what you want from me I’m alone, I’m easy company On the hill I can see for miles and miles Come on down, why don’t you stay a while? — Samson, take what you want from me I’m alone, I’m easy company On the hill I can see for miles and miles Come on down, why don’t you stay a while?
6.
Full Circle 04:30
It’s coming home I see the trace The faded lines Upon your face I was a fool To lift the seal Like no descent Was ever real We took the bait We blew it up His bloody wine Is in the cup I should have known We’re going down The march of fate Has come around There’s no end to this There’s no end to this -- Some days I Can barely stand I walk through fog With shaking hands What does it mean To try and try For thirty years I’ve lived a lie Out on the hill I see the waves Put up a wall Between our graves There’s no end to this There’s no end to this Does it hurt To be kind? Pass the note Down the line I can’t bear To see you cry Little birds In the sky I don’t know where we go from here (We’re going full circle) This old train is coming round again (We’re going full circle) There’s no end to this There’s no end to this

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Art-rock original Allister Kellaway aka Last Living Cannibal will release his On A Perfect Earth EP through London label Nothing Fancy this winter.

It comes as the second step in the life of the Last Living Cannibal project, following last year’s self-released debut album 7 Years, but it brings to the table experience and nous garnered from many years in the scene, during which he has explored many realms of sound and style. Recently, Kellaway has been involved in producing the latest album from Norwegian art-pop star EERA, Speak, and prior to that he whipped up cult-like adoration as leader of the rabble-rousing band The Mantis Opera.

Now working solo as Last Living Cannibal, Kelleway is using the creative outlet to deliver his most refined and immediate work to date. “I wanted to go back into more traditional chords and structures,” he says. “I wanted to write songs focusing on lyrics and subtle changes.”

The six-track On A Perfect Earth provides a gleaming window into the fascinating psyche of the songwriter and the way in which his brain processes the daily humdrum of modern life. “I’m more drawing influence from the immediate stuff I’m feeling,” he says. “Writing about all these irrational thoughts and feelings as a way of showing how ridiculous they are.”

Early single Wicked Hands gave us our first glimpse of the shinier and snappier sound that Last Living Cannibal has corralled on On A Perfect Earth, while also delivering some of his most gut-punchingly honest lyrics. Reminiscent of Low’s Alan Sparhawk or Radiohead’s Thom Yorke, it found him diving headlong into his disappointment, heedlessly singing out his hurt.

He now follows it up with the next single, the dream-pop missive Alligator Mist. Explaining the story behind the song, Kelleway reveals:

“On one level this song is me trying to persuade my close friend to leave London and move to Hastings where I’ve been living for a year. On another it’s about trying to find some kind of equilibrium, a way of life that’s settled and peaceful. The song is really just my way of salvaging some optimism for my friend as well as myself, and kinda finding it in this misty seaside town.”

Floating on weightless acoustic guitar and feathered drums, interwoven with a mystical synth melody, Alligator Mist is a vehicle for Last Living Cannibal’s musings on the fickleness of memory and the strength of love. He gracefully chops down to size weighty thoughts about his past and present, his aging heart and the place he now calls home. Directed to a close friend and sung in tender tones, Alligator Mist sounds like a private message that we’ve been allowed to enter and enjoy for its earnest emotion and finely-crafted arrangement, all bound with a thread of silvery violin.

Next single Samson sees Last Living Cannibal crack open and expose his vulnerabilities through his own poetic lens. He explains:

“Samson is about feeling like things are crumbling around you a bit, like at any moment things could give way and the house implodes with you in it. In the end it’s like salvation comes in the form of some external unforgiving force that could equally make things better or worse. Somehow that feels like a better option than everything falling apart by no cause other than just random bad luck.”

Over a steadily marching beat and a skittish acoustic melody, Last Living Cannibal guides us around his lonely world with a ghostly yet powerful presence that is reminiscent of classic singers like Scott Walker. A guitar solo burns through Samson, followed by rays of organ that reach into the song like sunshine, and Last Living Cannibal opens his lungs and expresses his simplest yet deepest desires: “I’m alone / I’m easy company / On the hill I can see for miles and miles / Come on down / Why don’t you stay a while?” He sings these concluding lines with an openness that transmits the unfathomable depth of his longing, the barrier between songwriter and listener completely dissolved.

Other highlights on the EP include the elegiac and beguiling paranoid pop of Forever Changing Summers and the melancholy acceptance of the textural final track Full Circle. Each entry in this lovelorn package uncovers a different facet of Kelleway’s emotional truth. As a whole, On A Perfect Earth brings all of Kelleway’s recording experience, production ingenuity, natural songwriting ability and emotional intelligence are harnessed and amplified. This is a new calling card for the continually rising talent.

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released November 25, 2022

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Last Living Cannibal is the solo project of Allister Kellaway. Labour of lockdown.
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