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1.
Spooks 01:19
2.
see, i feel so lost without you without you near to me see, i feel so cold without you without you here to see this world keep spinning ‘round it’s orbit here in space and, each time i look around i swear i see your face i see your face... and, i know at times i’ve tested your patience, hurt your soul but never have i suggested we ever let this go now i miss you more than you could ever realise and, if i could take it back, i promise you i’d try i’d... tell you we could make it matter, tell you we could make it good. i’ve got a heart that’s made to shatter, maybe that’s the way it should. see, i know this world get’s crazy, well i lost all self control. where are you to come to save me, when i need you here to hold? oh my mind is an echo chamber
3.
10:10 03:19
hey, hold up, listen to this... whether you’re a rude boy or a true hotshot, whether you rock-steady or you punk rock, you must live it up with all that you’ve got. bless. this is sydney this is london this is tokyo this is los angeles rudy, don’t care about the colour of your skin rudy, don’t care about the money that you spend red, black or white, there is no colour to your soul original, rude boy, control! it’s all the same in the dancehall lots it’s all the same in the typical spots here in the city, don’t step, get busy young life cut short with the two gunshots it’s 10:10 (chorus) so, rudy, come home i need to see you do you feel alone like i feel it too? don’t you be no saint, burn up in the sun go walking away, loaded like a gun. rudy walked into the wrong place at the wrong time knew he would not leave the building with his life see the wrong man, pull the trigger, then they go we’d call the cops but they move too slow we reminisce on the dancehall days back on the streets not a thing has changed we keep fighting, still youths keep dying drying tears under helicopter blades (CHORUS) yes, we must all clear our hearts of the hatred and the prejudice and be done judging a man by the colour of his dress in amongst all the push and the pull the imbalance and the stress is a basic humanity of from which we shall never digress confess... (CHORUS)
4.
Home/Family 08:05
so, tell me, when will the morning come? when will this long cold night be done? we’ll be free, like shadows run from the sun see, lately, been feeling we’re so far... away from home away from where we started from away from where there’s soul, there’s air, there’s sea only place could feel like home to me caught lying here, in the silence, breathing slow lost in the dreams that define the way we go there’s better things in the both of us you know than we see, been running for so long... away from home away from where we started from away from where there’s soul, there’s air, there’s sea only place could feel like home to me in some ways feel like we’ve been on this journey for way too long when some days slip past out of focus before we hold they’re gone got one thing left to carry me forward i keep on my way to you the moment we stand strong, the moment we be one we’ll hold up our heads be true like families do... like families do. when the light fades, the colours all escape, i’ll still see you in my mind. all this world takes won’t ever make me break i’ll stay ‘til it’s you i find. we’ll be something, go show all of them why we’ll make it the way we do took all this to be right took all this to realise that all that i need is you... like families do
5.
Running 04:12
you come around say ‘i need you’ you come around say ‘i need you’ would you come be with me would you want to? come be with me would you want to? would you? up in the morning and the rain keeps falling. home in the evening and you’re still not calling. we try to move, but we keep on falling down, down... and, all these things that we don’t say and, all these things that we don’t say, won’t say when will we see it’s the wrong way? when will we see it’s the wrong way? there’s way too many reasons to ignore this surely. i’m bound to tell you how i feel so poorly. but i’m over running with this same old story now. now and i’ve been running with my sights on you and i’ll keep running ‘til this day gets through i got no money on me, yes that’s true we just keep running we get up in the morning and we walk outside this world we’re living in is just no run, no hide they never would believe me if i say we tried we just keep running
6.
‘romeo’ said juliette, ‘could you take me away from this?’ ‘juliette’ said romeo, ‘i wish i could but i don’t think so. i’ve tried to run other times before, but this world always seemed too small. and, oh my my, they’ll steal it all from you, but let me help you to sing...’ so, juliette grabbed romeo ran to the car, said ‘c’mon let’s go, let’s not let them tell us what to do, no more’ up in the glovebox a 45 ain’t no plan but to stay alive in a moment, rolled up on that liquor store and she’s singing ‘after...’ after all this time, i’m still yours and your still mine. after all this time propped at a bar down in mexico love in the sunshine no ghosts, no phone juliette says ‘i love you romeo’ she takes his hand, puts it on her side says ‘try and guess what there is inside? i know we planned to wait but, well, surprise..’ oh no, sing after all this time i’m still yours and you’re still mine after all this time... we just keep on running
7.
Don't Wait 03:16
nobody move, nobody get hurt girl you will kill me wearing that skirt somebody sink, somebody get high somebody see it with their own two eyes don’t say you love me then go to leave me in the morning don’t say you need me if you’ve got nothing here for me wanna hit the party but you might wanna head for home see we’re only playing dub we don’t play rock and roll so scandalous no philanthropist i can’t handle this girl will tell me if you’re wanting to dance to this and romance and hold maybe chance and fold maybe it’s even in the way that we take it home and we break inside it’s too late to hide  when every single one of us is the same we tried all the plans to be all the ways to see when all we ever found was that it was just a dream so, don’t wake me up no, don’t wait for me one in the morning, some typical nights two in the morning, some typical sights three in the morning, surrender control four in the morning, let the bass take hold girl, they could take all that we have and i’d never notice girl, they could break off every plan, count every vote it’s never ending anyway you look at it but, you know we ain’t gonna make it far if we don’t ever go so scandalous no philanthropist i can’t handle this girl will tell me if you’re wanting to dance to this and romance and hold maybe chance and fold maybe it’s even in the way that we take it home and we break inside it’s too late to hide  when every single one of us is the same we tried all the plans to be all the ways to see when all we ever found was that it was just a dream so, don’t wake me up no, don’t wait for me up on a beat so scandalous no, don’t wait for me.
8.
Gratitude 05:52
some, they keep living with no gratitude too busy straightening their three piece suits count all their money in a mixing pot don’t see, the more you’ve got, the more you want and you will never ever have the lot, no each day we live it is on borrowed time give you my love, i wanna walk that line. some say the writing on the wall is drawn is it the more you give? or the more you take? because you better know what side you’re on. so, come on, you’re just too rude, you’re just too rude this is my gratitude ‘see, some they get lost in the scrap for the dough. equating all the paper they have with their soul. too busy counting up all the things that they own, or tipping up their cups and announcing a toast. cold rollin’ in a lexus or mercedes benz chillin’ with their hair slicked back, collars in go rock the body kit with the 20 inch rims or hit the dancefloor, pray the ladies bend, bend. and, see by now i know what you’re all gonna say, that who the hell am i to be judging this way? well, in my own defence, i would just like to say that, son, like a sucker you will surely get played. and, if it’s by your girl, or your friends or some dude, it’s just it’s incorrect where you put your values, you won’t get no respect with ya bad attitude, don’t even try begin, boy, you’re just too rude. you’re just too rude...
9.
girl, you and i we both know something about this situation must change live on an island or maybe, someday we’ll wake under the pouring rain we’ll sail in a rocky boat on the sea we’ll count all the stars fall, you and me in everything hear some melody these arms of mine, they yearn to hold you to me we’ll be lonely no more two castaways lost drifting slowly to be washed on some distance shore we’ll sail in a rocky boat on the sea we’ll count all the stars fall, you and me in everything hear some melody so, b let’s not ever get old there’s just too many do as they’re told let’s just live, let’s just love and be bold oh, b let’s not ever get old
10.
rockers in the morning time rockers in the evening time rockers on the beat this time rockers in the room take over go! born in the middle of a vacant lot way out on the edge of town crows in a murder, nursing broken wings, set me to the ground while off in the distance, in the city lights, played all those pretty sounds lord once, in a dream i had, i’d been grown up, made me a big name uptown oh lord lord, do you hear me now? (x2) play me that rockers sound  killed every bar and dancehall in town cold heart like a switchblade knife rewind the beat a minute, bring in the bass oh better run for your life bring in the echo, the rhythm, the treble. keep on stepping away from all the blood, the dust, the gunshots don’t stop let the music play oh lord lord, do you hear me now? (x2) play me that rockers sound  and i can feel it coming in the air tonight, oh lord and i’ve been waiting for this moment all my life, oh lord we just keep on pushing up we just keep on pushing up  we just keep on pushing up we just keep on pushing forward
11.
here is my latest mistake seems i confess every day and, lately nothing has changed but i just want to let you know i’ll be sorry if you go, away here is the day that we slide down this mountain side this life there’s nowhere to hide and i don’t want to let you go maybe we could just go home? this waiting’s too much how i wish my heart was strong enough now look what we’ve done we’re so far away from where we begun i’d hold you so close but i’m too scared to hope that we could maybe be ok that’s too much to change, but anyway let’s just get through tonight let’s just get through

about

It's strange, the things a man will hear in his own heartbeat when the mad, bad world of expectation and compromise is safely locked outside.

Listen. The Beautiful Girls have been a long time underground. OK, there was one tour of Brazil, the odd show here and there. But since Mat McHugh wound up touring his solo album, Seperatista!, in March 2009, he's been a virtual recluse, digging deep for new sound and meaning downstairs in his home studio on Sydney's northern beaches.

What he found surprised and thrilled him.

"The weird thing, is I don't even like much reggae," says the singer-songwriter and visionary of a radically evolving roots-rock ensemble that began infiltrating the world stage some seven years and four albums ago. "But the reggae I do like, I love, love, love."

The exotic passion that stirs the souls of Mat and his rhythm compadres, Paulie B and Bruce Braybrooke, begins to drip like some rare and potent elixir from the opening beats of their new album, Spooks.

Dig the spaced-out effects, skittering drums and dark blue horns of My Mind Is An Echo Chamber; the brash toasting and cops-and-rude-boys narrative of 10:10; the offbeat keys and dub undertow of Running.

The rich production and stylistic threads run deep, pure and almost mystically familiar — albeit a world apart from the ubiquitous Bob Marley borrowings of the Australian summer festival scenesters.

"I love the really early dancehall and rock steady stuff," says Mat. "It's as crusty and weird as early punk, to me. King Tubby, Johnny Osbourne . . . that's the more influential side of reggae, to me, the originators who led to the punky stuff like The Specials, The Clash, The Beat . . .

"When any style of music starts it’s a bit naïve and crusty and done completely out of passion and desire, instead of trying to fit into some scene or style. That early dancehall stuff is maybe one bass and a drum machine with some guy toasting over the top, but it's some of the coolest stuff you're ever gonna hear."

A similar spirit of naïve passion played a big role here, from the moment Mat began sampling Bruce's drums and piecing together rhythms under his own bass, guitars and keys. Unlike Learn Yourself (2003), We're Already Gone (2005) and Ziggurats (2007), Spooks was played almost exclusively by the songwriter over the aforementioned period of intense studio exploration.

"I look at the band as a co-operative," he says, "a group of friends and musos that I admire getting together and playing the songs that I write. I differentiate between live and studio. Live is where the guys come into their own and are SUPER important. But this recording was a radically different process."

Mat estimates that he discarded around 30 songs before they began to fall in the right direction. First to stick was the album's lead single, the edgy electric party starter, Don't Wait. Next was the brassy dub number, Rockers!, inspired by his love of the 1978 Jamaican film of that name. Then the work began.

"It was the hardest, most involved thing I've ever done," he says. "For the best part of the year I was piecing it altogether. It was monstrous, all-consuming. I didn't see anyone. I was up at nine o'clock and some days down there until two in the morning. I should have made 10 albums."

Except that distilling it all down to 11 tracks made for a far more focused and compelling album when the band decamped to Jim Moginie's Oceanic Studios to add brass, backing vocals and other embellishments. Spooks was mixed by Ian Pritchett, another constant thread though the band's changing ranks.

Lyrically, "the theme of the record is a bit more personal this time," says Mat. "Whereas Ziggurats was more outward looking, a bit more angry in a way, this one is more about stuff close to me. There's been a huge shift in my life. I got engaged, I feel a really strong sense of home now."

The eight-minute, two-part trip of Home/ Family is the obvious heart of the matter. There's also the intimate ukulele tune B Some Melody, a tender promise of better days, and the introspective acoustic finale, My Latest Mistake, "the first song I’ve recorded in 3/4 time," says Mat. "It's basically owning up to being a constant fuckup — but hopeful things will be OK."

Things look better than OK for the Beautiful Girls.

"I see us really heading somewhere with this record," says Mat. "It's only now that I'm getting happy with where it is, getting into our own space, really being worthy of having people come to our shows.

"Onstage I'm looking forward to going really big and three-dimensional. I want to step beyond being just a band performing and have some really interesting sonic stuff going on. There's a lot of crazy atmospheric stuff happening on the record: weird, subtle things. I want to include it all.

"The band has got to a certain place in its career, here and around the world, where I feel we're grown men and we have the responsibility to present exactly what we're into in the best way we possibly can. So here it is.”

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released May 25, 2010

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