565 by 6s & 7s

565 is the new single from Australian band, 6s & 7s. Led by the enigmatic, prize-winning songwriter, Josh Fontaine, this is the erstwhile 6s & 7s first release since 2010's critically acclaimed LP, Choose The Sentinel Blooze.

565 is a twitching, pulsating, yet engulfing sashay in melodic indie-rock. Here, Fontaine affixes his lyrical focus on a panicked lack of agency, both to himself, and to his much loved locality as both succumb to gentrification and the forces that both drive and embody this.

A veritable Choose Your Own Adventure Book of a ditty; there is nothing approximating a straight-lined Nullarbor run found on this journey, with many left and right turns informing 565's eventual destination, whilst offering a friendly two-fingered wave over the steering wheel to the ilk of The Jam and My Bloody Valentine. All of which hints at a significant bear having left the cave with more releases to follow in 2023.

Tracklist

1.	6s & 7s - 565	4:26

Lyrics

LYRICS:

Moustache alive, at 565
"No, not tonight. But thanks for the invite!"
In Fred-on-Fred glory, lady can't ignore me
Until she's bringing it on
Through bridge and tunnel, then neon funnels
On magic corners, consigned to memory
Once you're a stranger at your own party

Gidget, she dinks that perpetuum moment cast
An organism, hermetic to breaking fast
"Why did you tell that story?”
“It's the wrong time of the morning!!"
When you're bringing it on
"I've got no Carl Cox",
"Got no Hanoi Rocks"
I hardly know you, yet you're talking at me
While all the kids are all falling down, on Beaufort Street

“And mate your stars, they are not my stars”
“And mate your scars, they are not my scars”
Yet you're talking at me, under moonlight and then sun
On Beaufort Street, birthing “never was”
A John Sands frieze: first blush skims golden ponds
The path of least resistance until it's gone

Lisa, go to bed. Steven, go to bed
Houston, go to bed. Maciej, go to bed
Grab your things and then go long
'Coz we're passing, ligature dolts, actinic masts
After-after-after party and they're chasin', good luck with that
Draped on curbs, ass at 90 degrees
Decanted handbags, extant portals
Licked bag lips on denimed hips
When you come to on Wednesday
Hey, we'll be on our way

Credits

released April 7, 2023
Produced by Josh Fontaine
Mixed by Laurie Sinagra and Josh Fontaine
Mastered by Joe Carra

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