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Third Trimester [EP]

by The Brow

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1.
The Mantra 03:38
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
2.
Kaboom 04:11
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
3.
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)
4.
Monsters 04:33
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
5.
That's Life 04:01
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)

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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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