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Swarm is bursting with walls of distorted grunge-fuelled riffs, tight, punchy drums and starkly candid lyrics which vocalist Oli Rainsford croons in a soulful, throaty murmur. The track slowly builds in velocity throughout until it reaches a precipice and the guitars almost sound like they erupt into screams of frustration, while Rainsford’s hard-hitting, dark lyrical narratives show the band are as bewildered by our political leaders as they are humoured by them; “They fuck you til your brain hurts, while they drink champagne”.

Speaking about Swarm, produced, mixed and mastered with Josh Gallop (Phoxjaw) at Stage 2 Studios in Bath, vocalist and lyricist Oli Rainsford states, “Swarm encapsulates an overarching frustration in the world at the present time. It explores perceived power, and backs the message that knowledge IS power. Much less a protest song, as a celebration of unity. Swarm is a song you can dance to, in blissful awareness of your own place in society.”

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They’ve given you the safe word
But we’re not slaves
They fuck you til your brain hurts
While they drink champagne

They’ll take you to Elysium
And drop you off on the way
We’re the salt of the earth,
The future, the aim

But the ivory house leaders,
Laugh in our face
Folding at the knees,
While we look for a place
Where any one can live there,
And exist for a day
Watching their livestock, withering away


It’s a Poor show for the ever changing youth, and they,
Go cold,when the bodies hit the roofs, then they
Send the news, while the Swarm is falling loose,
This is our exhibit, so lets go fuck it

Lamb to the slaughter, the resistance must pay, poison the water and drag you away,
Drown in the rulebook, don’t care for parquet, cinnamon cigarettes and a game of croquet

Oo oo don’t you know where the love went, Throw it in the fire when you’re done you know, Where did it go?

It’s a Poor show for the ever changing youth, and they,
Go cold,when the bodies hit the roofs, then they
Send the news, while the Swarm is falling loose,
This is our exhibit, so lets go fuck it

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from No Vacancy Hotel, track released September 24, 2021
Oli Rainsford - Music + Lyrics
Dan Smith - Music
Harry Pritchard - Music

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Described by Loudwire as 'sounding like Queens of the Stone Age breaking Royal Blood out of Jail', Krooked Tongue are a Bristol based alt rock trio, known for their encapsulating live performances which have been at the forefront of a growing buzz in the UK rock/indie scene. ... more

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