Art Pop

Art Pop cover art

Tracklisting

  1. On Your Own
  2. Drop
  3. Drive By[Radio]
  4. Lifeloops
  5. These Days
  6. Jet Ear Game
  7. Space Life[Radio]
  8. All Set Up
  9. Darkest Star
  10. Rotterdam
  11. Live In Your Head

Art Pop is now available from Swim Mail Order

Simultaneously brooding, lush, aggressive and lyrical, this is a reclamation of pop and rock music at their most atmospheric and beguiling.

- Michael Bracewell, The WIRE Magazine

Newman seems to have relocated the combination of sardonic intellectual wit and winning pop song craft that made Wire such an engaging (and influential) post punk prospect. *****

- Andy Gill, The Independent

Art Pop is a finely balanced record that seamlessly fuses familiarity and inventiveness.

- Wilson Neate, All Music Guide

Art Pop does exactly what it says on the tin. Githead get my vote again.

- Dean Thatcher, DMC Update

the band combine postmodern lyrics with snarling, melodic funk-grind to put the modern art back into Art Pop

- J R, Flavourpill

Another expertly skewed missive from a paralell pop dimension

- James Papademetrie, Plan B

Gloriously demented

- Dave Simpson, The Guardian

grounded in technological modernity, not the tired styles of yesteryear.

- Louis Pattison, BBC

Art Pop is full of sturdily built, confident, well crafted stuff. Recommended, obviously.

- Richard Foster, Incendiary

With Art Pop, the avant rock supergroup Githead finally delivers, in abundance, on the promise of 2005's Profile. *****

- Andy Gill, The Independent (2nd review)

"On Your Own" is as uplifting an anthem as Newman has ever written.

- BH, Flux

So with Rimbaud crossing his normal boundaries, Newman stretching his pop wings and Minimal Compact's awesome rythmn section, the supergroup (of sorts) Githead succesfully turn upside down all possible preconceptions.

- Artrocker

GITHEAD create a marvelous connection of organic and electronic music.

- Kay Wedel, Ox

Slyly subversive gems that reall Wire when they were edging into poppier territory.

- John Lewis, Uncut

Art Rock collective continues to defy expectations.

- Phil Mongredien, Q

Of course Wire fanatics and those who have continuously followed Newman's solo career will enjoy Art Pop, but additionally it has the potential to reach entirely new audiences as previously mentioned. Finally, Githead has made good on its promise with this essential release.

- Gary Suarez, Brainwashed

Githead produce spacey electro-funk that deconstructs the best electronic musoic and then rebuilds it to their own schematics... Accessible yet unusual.

- Colin Stephenson, Mercury Moon

a deeply textural, and multi-dimensional sound that is nearly impossible to pinpoint on a timescale and surprisingly unpredictable. It's pop-rock, but refined, elaborate and imaginative.

- Michael Ardaiolo, Audiversity

Art Pop is arguably one of the best albums of 2007 yet. At times reminiscent of the smart pop of Peter Gabriel and the guitar swirls of My Bloody Valentine (oh yeah, and Wire. It sounds like Wire sometimes too, if you didn't know), Githead is atmospherically blissful and sonically delicious and/or nutritious. 5/5

- Joe Pelone, Wonka vision

Lyrics

On Your Own

I've got a question, please answer truthfully
What gives me indigestion is your suggestions & misdirection
Is there a problem? Is there an antidote?
The signs are looking darker, you court disaster and lose it faster

Could you make it? Could you make it on your own?
Could you make it? I don't believe you're barely able
Could you take it? Could you take it on your own?
Could you take it? I don't believe you're barely able

Just pick a number an arbitrary point of view
We're waiting patiently, hoping that someone says something new
Was than an answer? Were those just merely words?
My doubts have grown in number. You cease to flatter, the end no better

Could you make it? Could you make it on your own?
Could you make it? I don't believe you're barely able
Could you take it? Could you take it on your own?
Could you take it? I don't believe you're barely able

Drop

Drop, like a stone, when you're thrown into the water
Spin, like a top, make it stop, like it ought to
Calm, in your eyes, you despise all the slaughter
Plan, like a bet, try to get, what you ought to

Run, with the pack, what you lack, makes you higher
Pray to your Gods, throw your sods on the fire
Dress to the nines, cross the lines, build your pyre
Drain, to the end, every drop of desire

Drive By

Diet coke & rude style, fish & chip hop street bile
Frigging and the "f" word, "is it" so that it's absurd?
Panic with your biros, dishing out your ASBOs
Punishing your schedules daily, dropping off your "f" bombs slowly

Cultural? Clinical? Pivotal? Right? Cynical? Chemical? Satirical? Right?
You are overloaded in your inbox today, you understand nothing in your inbox today
Penance with articulation, ritual humiliation
Genuflecting sycophancy, unremitting militancy
Cultural? Clinical? Pivotal? Right? Cynical? Chemical? Satirical? Right?
You are overloaded in your inbox today, you understand nothing in your inbox today

Boy with an iron bar, anything to be a star
Desperation, relevancy, smack-head poet's pharmacy
Misinformed creationists, culture thug arsonists
Theocratic imperialism, misogynistic ostracism

Cultural? Clinical? Pivotal? Right? Cynical? Chemical? Satirical? Right?
You are overloaded in your inbox today, you understand nothing in your inbox today

Cultural? Clinical? Pivotal? Right? Cynical? Chemical? Satirical? Right?
Cultural? Clinical? Pivotal? Right? Cynical? Chemical? Satirical? Right?
You are overloaded in your inbox today, you understand nothing in your inbox today
You are overloaded in your inbox today, you understand nothing in your inbox today
You understand nothing, you understand nothing, you understand nothing in your inbox today

Pop-noodle culture, post-modem vulture
Personality politics, broadband skin flicks
Drugged on attention, starved of invention
Pornographic cuisine, demographic sardine

Cultural? Clinical? Pivotal? Right? Cynical? Chemical? Satirical? Right?
You are overloaded in your inbox today, you understand nothing in your inbox today
Cultural? Clinical? Pivotal? Right? Cynical? Chemical? Satirical? Right?
You are overloaded in your inbox today, you understand nothing in your inbox today
You understand nothing in your inbox today, you understand nothing in your inbox today
You understand nothing, you understand nothing, you understand nothing in your inbox today

Lifeloops

Drifting Slowly, feeling lonely
When will I learn to survive?

Daytime silence, TV violence
When will we learn to survive?
When will I learn to lie?

Streets are empty, cold grey city
When will I learn to survive
When will we learn to survive
Giving, receiving
Hoping, bleeding
When will I learn to survive

These Days

Waiting - We're always waiting
Events you can't construe
Engaging - delegating
An inference you drew
Searching the bigger picture
Trying to second guess
Bending under every stricture
Hoping to impress

These Days - You wonder why
These Days - It's hard to cry
These Days - Just seem to pass on by

Patience may seem a virtue
But daily it gets tried
Actions I must attend to?
Or push them to the side
Meanings, a garbled mystery
The clarity opaque
Stories and ancient history
Should they bend or break?

These Days - You wonder why
These Days - It's hard to cry
These Days - Just seem to pass on by

Creating - we're always creating
Ignorance is bliss
Statements and all debating
Are always hit & miss
Thriving? Or just surviving?
Comedy or farce?
Mindless, just keep on driving
We could end up on Mars..

These Days - You wonder why
These Days - It's hard to cry
These Days - Just seem to pass on by

Jet Ear Game

Previous year I am pleasantly surprised with the mini Headgit of the formatie Githead. It is the new link of Colin Newman (Wire, Immersion, Oracle) and its woman Malka Spigel (Minimal Compact, Immersion. Oracle) with Robin Rimbaud (Scanner) and Maximum Francs (Minimal Compact). The mini stands full reasonable music, but there cannot really a clear be detected line. It appears no one-off project, because now the complete CD Profile on the mat lies. Perhaps still more surprising than the mini of previous year, because the link lets hear in a fresh manner how you nowadays melancholic music with new wave must make influences.

Colin sings with its this way characteristic hypnotising, hurries himself emotionless song, sometimes varied by Malka and some a time with Robin. Particularly Colin's jet ear game do of Wire think, whereas Malka's loodzware bass quote Minimal Compactly and Robin ensure, also on jet ear, the pleasant dispersal. Maximum its drums and elektronica (beats) join. The result is amazing good. Of new wave to headstock and from avantgarde to shoegazer and noise, all packs in accessible but intelligent songs. Githead are a link of now and can easily measure itself with the young ones.

This first album of Githead involves us in a dark universe where the low ones with the round and full flesh are lacerated by the guitars.. at the same time angular and polished but always sharp, of Hake Newman (Wire). Here, not of lyric flights: the pieces unroll their pulsated spleen in an irremediable way, without deviating of their destination which one guesses dramatic. The song in withdrawal, almost absent, brings a saving irony to this jewel of emotions selected. Rather than to be vintage, 'Profile' is regenerated with the sources of New Wave to offer the one second youth to him. Impossible to circumvent!

Space Life

Living in Space with my feet on the ground
Shouting out loud, not making a sound
Inventing
Presenting
Moving too fast while I'm taking my time
Wiping my tears still feeling sublime
I'm falling
I'm flying

Spacewalk
Shout loud
Silent
All done
Fast move
Don't cry
Hold on
On a high
One step
Space life
No words
All done
Speed up
Slow down
Falling
Flying

Living in Space with my feet on the ground
Shouting out loud, not making a sound
Inventing
Presenting
Moving too fast while I'm taking my time
Wiping my tears still feeling sublime
I'm falling
I'm flying

All Set Up

Poets with the sign up
Obsessive in their reduction
Silence for the father
The clinic for the alter boy
A cynic with the whip hand
Intransigent sentry posts
Rasping when your back's turned
Missing in your inaction

He tries & he tries but he can't understand
It's all messed up that fatal flaw again
Comprehension
You want to know why, you shout your demand
It's all set up that fatal flaw again
Contradiction

A rebel with a bus pass
Back & thriving with the maiden
Drunk in the heart
Anger & mis-management
Hiding on the backstreets
Free yourself of the burden
A health care victim?
Rationing your own survival

He tries & he tries but he can't understand
It's all messed up that fatal flaw again
Comprehension
You want to know why, you shout your demand
It's all set up that fatal flaw again
Contradiction

Darkest Star

Sisters and language
Division of labour
Playing with dice
Substance device saver
Measure the pleasure
Thirsty we are
We search at leisure
For the darkest star
I am remembering to forget, I am forgetting to remember

Magic happens suddenly
Life becomes a mystery
You don't expect
Light is creeping through the dark
Shadows fail to leave their mark
When you awake
Turning round & coming down
& coming down & turning round
Another day
Slowing down & speeding up
& speeding up & slowing down
It's all the same

Higher than the law
Lower than the grave
Secrets for secrets sake
Fearless and not broken
Time, you disappoint
Words remain unspoken
Language to appoint
I am remembering to forget, I am forgetting to remember

Magic happens suddenly
Life becomes a mystery
You don't expect
Light is creeping through the dark
Shadows fail to leave their mark
When you awake
Turning round & coming down
& coming down & turning round
Another day
Slowing down & speeding up
& speeding up & slowing down
It's all the same

Rotterdam

(Instrumental)

Live In Your Head

Take my advice
There's no way to go back
Leave regrets
You need to face the facts
Make a plan
Silence is a tool
All demands
All the ridicule

You think I'm being circumspect
But really it's about respect
Control has always been your aim
No matter how much grief & pain

Face the facts
There's nothing here to gain
Illusion skipped
So empty all the same
Salvaging?
It isn't worth my time
Hollow words
The numbers cease to rhyme

The lights are off, there's no one here
The bitter end's already near
In the end I shut you out
No matter how you scream & shout