Third Trimester [EP]

by The Brow

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The Third Trimester EP is a bass-driven, brass-infused, politically-minded, bold and bombastic hiphop record. The EP's intentions are introduced by by groove-heavy rap anthems 'The Mantra' and 'Kaboom', which break into (respectively) a sexy, jazzy latin party and psychedelic overture. These lead into the ever-bouncing drum and bass stylings of 'Soul City Gospel', featuring vocals from looping beatboxer star Sam Perry and beat collaboration with Leon Ross. The record wraps up with the darker, Orient-inspired electronic ballad 'Monsters', followed by happy/go-lucky boom bap/jazz-infused party jam 'That's Life'.

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released September 2, 2016

Recorded with Matt Gio at Rada Studios Mixed by Matt Gio and Nicholas Owen / Mastered by James Newhouse at Reel2Reel Studios

Nicholas Owen (NDORSE) - Vocals, Beats, Keys 
Ben Fear (Rogue Scholar) - Vocals, Guitar
'Krazy' Karri Harper-Meredith - Trombone, Synth, Vocals
Sam ‘Flix’ Timmerman - Trumpet, Vocals
Josh ‘Helen’ Ellis - Drums, Samples 
Josh ‘The King’ Terlick - Bass, Vocals

Also featuring Sky Eaton - trumpet, synthesizers, Benjamin Lanzon - drums, Alexandra Chetter - flute, vocal harmonies, Lyndon Blue - violins, Chris Chen - bass, Isabelle Schneider - vocal harmonies 

Choir: Lucy Peach, Minky G, Alexandra Chetter, Zal Kanga-Parabia, Iain Parker, Xyanthe Lee, Renae Ambrose, Rachael Iddon

Cover design by Nicholas Owen at Matchbox Media

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The Brow Perth, Australia

Acclaimed seven piece hip hop & electronic party outfit featuring two emcees, a soulful vocalist, an AVDJ triggering live visuals and samples with good vibe rhythm & horn sections to keep it toasty as.

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Track Name: The Mantra
Rock the rhythm, rock the rhythm
Rock the rhythm that the Brow horns give em
Rock the rhythm, rock the rhythm
Rock the rhythm, that they give em

It’s that full-fat, low-carb diet for your stereo
Flung from the fryer to the fires over Jericho
A bag of tricks and a parcel of mischief
A cast full of misfits live from the terror-dome.
But you already know the thick groove-slingers bringing
Faith in the bass to a stiff true cynic.
The kick moves in, it’s like we’re third trimester
Climb for higher ground like a bird’s eye nester.

We’re gonna keep the beat poppin until your feet drop
We ain’t stopping until your mind’s off the weak spot
Turn the jam to marmalade, keep the facts baseless
The renegade master, armed and dangerous
Uh, …. for all the bass abusers
Evasive maneuvers for the party shakin groovers
Free your mind and your ass will folla
Ask no questions, just let the horns holla

Rock the rhythm, rock the rhythm
Rock the rhythm that the Brow horns give em
Rock the rhythm, rock the rhythm
Rock the rhythm, that they give em

Jack be nimble and quick with his syllables, no stop for the interval
The mind stays lyrical
By jove, it’s a miracle, Like a liquor toast with a ghost, this is spiritual
Bend your mind til your face turns quizzical, teary eyed and dribbling
Lost in the delivery
Squashed in the synergy-
A single speck of space dust
Awash in epiphany and clinging to the safe crust of earth,
...for what it's worth, throw your hands up
Stand up, be counted as the brow kick the mantra
Don’t pander on the brink of extinction
We kick with distinction before we “get our drinks on”
News fiction, laid out in our history
Government control for ‘freedom’ ‘security’
And still the free feel shackles on their scrawny limbs. Talk is thin, you oughtta pick your battles; there’s a war to win.

Put em in the sky
Push the levels high
Keep the beat alive
(Feel the rhythm through your spine)

Put em in the sky
Push the levels high
Keep the beat alive
(Feel the rhythm through your spine)

Rock the rhythm, rock the rhythm
Rock the rhythm that the Brow horns give em
Rock the rhythm, rock the rhythm
Rock the rhythm, that they give em
Track Name: Kaboom
Snap my fingers to (kaboom kaboom kaboom)
My heart it beats for you (kaboom kaboom kaboom)
Dancing to the room (kaboom kaboom kaboom)
Love was lost on you (kaboom kaboom)

And it explodes into the night sky
Dynamite might be what makes you so high
I don't quite like these uptype types
The lights burn bright deep into your lone eyes
Realise it's all just a game
Tell me sweet littles lies for the same pain
Confusion, two parts pollution
Put it in a cup make a milkshake solution
Ooo now it's getting Confucius
Shaping our minds breaking up with intrusions
Who's zen when the pen might just be
Two fires fighting inside of me
Live in a 'free world'
See where the wealth that spilt blood over
Oil wells and good health
Run little piggy, we stir the pot
Boil up the problems and take it to the top

Snap my fingers to (kaboom kaboom kaboom)
My heart it beats for you (kaboom kaboom kaboom)
Dancing to the room (kaboom kaboom kaboom)
Love was lost on you (kaboom kaboom)

Remember, remember the fifth of November
The rich’s agendas a gift to the embers
Gunpowder blended with treason and plot, 'cos
believe it or not, there are schemes to be stopped
Wall Street are greedy- they fiend for the lot, but their
Fear is the mob, when they breach all the locks
They toss scraps and watch cops feed from the trough, while the
Media swap what is real for what’s not
Breathe in the rot, and it seeps from the top down
Money breeds money breeds greed for the pot, while
Eases the needs of the fiends for the rock now
Tummies need feed, keepin’ thieves in the lock-down
And so it’s all mathematics-
A culture full of vultures, callin’: “more cash! grab it!”
Now your bad habit’s set to seal your doom
It’s a tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick..
BOOM!

Snap my fingers to (kaboom kaboom kaboom)
My heart it beats for you (kaboom kaboom kaboom)
Dancing to the room (kaboom kaboom kaboom)
Love was lost on you (kaboom kaboom)

Love was just
Love was just a fantasy
Made for you and me to be
Trapped in a machine
Love was just a fantasy
Love was just a fantasy
Love was just a fantasy
Love was just a fantasy
Track Name: Soul City Gospel (feat. Sam Perry & Leon Ross)
Hold it up you gotta
Hold it up you gotta
Hold it up you gotta
Touch my Soul
(Repeat x4)

Some people don't find it plain
To do the same shit three times a day
And I say you don't know what the world will bring
An 'orta lotta' money for the kings and queens
And I sing for the city to touch my soul
Sing for a city that's lost on gold
And a hold of this old life long dream
Where the people come together in harmony and sing

Hold it up you gotta
Hold it up you gotta
Hold it up you gotta
Touch my Soul
(Repeat x4)

We’re like a fat king, our throne made of iron ore
Find some more dinosaur spinal chord to drive the Porsche
Deprive the poor, seeking scraps from our table
Sort the facts from the fables and you act to enable
The rat’s in the stables, better inform the workhorses
Abbott’s in your ministry, thieving from the church paupers
Remorseless, with silver spoon and golden cup
Man, that cutlery is rusted deep- we need to hold it up!
So feel the rhythm, the city pumps its own groove
Wealth breeds unreasonable consumption, like home-brew
A throne room for Colin, of solid gold from mined earth
Stolen for the high-birthed of narrow mind and wide girth
The cabinet’s shrinking ’til it fits in Rupert’s pocket
And the press is just a puppet, but there’s nothing much to stop it
Im off it. Free speech needs apostles
The tongue forms the vowels and the heart beats the gospel

So many people were running around the city
What a pity that their inner mind climb had no time
And they broke down and they fell down with no sound
No place to go now stuck in the same crowd
(Repeat x2)

Let's break it up a little take the bass and bake the middle
Create a pastry paradiddle now we're tasting riddles
Reel in a little Ritalin lace up your mind's decision
But always listen to your doctor or trusty physician
Give in a little to the rhythm feel your heart still beating
Why are you rooting for a phoney Abbott abolition
We're in the vision of a coalition prison
Money grabbing acquisitions
Bleed the land and breath emissions

Hold it up you gotta
Hold it up you gotta
Hold it up you gotta
Touch my Soul
(Repeat x8)
Track Name: Monsters
And I waited for these monsters
To come out of the dark
And I waited for these answers
Without a question mark
But the bullet in my heart
Tore the memories apart
All the greedy men will still believe
They were the victims from the start

All the blood's on your hands
All the blood's on your hands
Remember all the merry men
Who fell from your stand
All the blood's on your hands
All the blood's on your hands
Remember all the merry men
Who washed away in the sand

Now I'm tumblin' from the cliff- a stumbled slip that could set a man
Scramblin' for his grip on the ticking wrist of the second hand
Terror slams the breath from out your chest. The crushing
Comprehension hits first, then the earth comes
Rushing in.

You fall furthest from the highest heights
Lies aside, you try and find a soul not sold for highest price
I'm trying to fight my inner demons in this rib-cage wresting match
Blinded by my lust and greed and freed from need to question that-
Motive. And now it's brought me to this precipice
I guess this is the time to beg forgiveness for my trespasses
The lesson is- if you feed the beasts they'll feast and breed and grow
And leach your soul to seize control, and you will reap the seeds you sew.

All the blood's on your hands
All the blood's on your hands
Remember all the merry men
Who washed away in the sand

And I waited for these monsters
To come out of the dark
And I waited to be haunted
Without battle scars and marks
But the bullet in my heart
Tore the memories apart
All the greedy men will still believe
They were the victims from the start

All the blood's on your hands
All the blood's on your hands
Remember all the merry men
Who fell from your stand
All the blood's on your hands
All the blood's on your hands
Remember all the merry men
Who washed away in the sand
Track Name: That's Life
Bang bang bang
We turn up the speakers
King of the drums
Bang bang bang
Clickety-clack go your fingers
As we follow the sun
Bang bang bang
We turn up the speakers
King of the drums
Bang bang bang
Clickety-clack go your fingers

This is for the heads with toes in dope sneakers
Flow deep at shows, blow your bose speakers
No sleep or eats, the coast-to-coast freakers
Seek sweet release and toke them Cohibas
We don't need your roast beef, we're gravy
Haters, they just bark with no teeth displayed, we-
Created a monster- luck or some miracle
Wait for the doctor to cut the umbilical

That's life, we face the inevitable
The levels in the treble and bass are too edible
Heaven aint nothing on a carnival and festival
Best of all the horns are here to bring to the rest of y'all
Kick it back one flavour
Two times braver
Three times a saviour
The lord won't save you from this ill behaviour
We drop the bombs like the Brow's the invader

(I am your father)

Bang bang bang
We turn up the speakers
King of the drums
Bang bang bang
Clickety-clack go your fingers
As we follow the sun
(Repeat x2)