I got rhymes.

It’s a lovely day, isn’t it?

Get off the computer and get some sun. 

No?

Ok read this:

http://screamingsilence.org/2012/05/17/british-theatre/

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http://www.undersong.co.uk/2012/05/15/dip-vs-mike-vennart/

Hello. Is it me you’re looking for?

Hello you.

We’ve heard all about this Facebook thing and figured we’d get in on it before everyone gets bored of it’s inherent vulgarity. 

www.facebook.com/BritishTheatre

The new EP is coming soon….

MV x

‘Ere’s an interview what i done.

http://www.thelineofbestfit.com/2012/03/introducing-british-theatre/?utm_source=dlvr.it&utm_medium=twitter

MV

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SingalongaBritishTheatre

ID Parade On Ice

sit down be the tormenter make all of us dance to songs cynical in tone my devil may care dance to the starting gun the sentiment carved in stone wish it away what intimidates so call me out and insist this is a cold magisterial charade a pornographic paid display i’m glad to fake it i’m glad to fake it for our sake hands feel no more thaw me out answer no more thaw me out our engine’s thriving on ketamine and mogadon cut ear to ear cut ear to ear our engine’s thriving on violence and bleeding tongues let’s bite away let’s bite our way out So call me out and insist this is a cold magisterial charade a pornographic paid display well i tried to fake it i tried to fake it for i tried to fake it for your sake your new leaf’s belated return the friendly fire foot to the floor count me out i feel no more count me out head on the door count me out god help me thaw count me out

Gold Bruise

The boy that shot the bullet decked in yellow gold pulled out of the river angel’s hair for rope tried and sold on this edited tale the sound that’s in sea shells all of it saved in takes broadened walls behind the spies all the strangers battle cries are back to front wrong to right nothing cradles you through all your crimes you should be calling time and bursting bubbles but after all this time you couldn’t care less hangs on a wire inside her lives in golden grass longer laughs let down your hair a blessed curse can’t be worse i’ll wear it well my golden bruise all in stride it’s all frustrating you all these steps are back to front wrong to right nothing cradles you all this time you should’ve called…. you should be calling time and bursting bubbles if after all this time you couldn’t care less.

http://britishtheatre.bandcamp.com

Here’s 3 tracks. 

We wanted to give this stuff away for free but bandcamp will sting us for it.

There’ll be more soon.

Please go ahead and share this with your mates on all those social networking sites they have these days. You know the ones.

Also, those lovely people at This Is Fake DIY are now running our first ever interview.

http://www.thisisfakediy.co.uk/articles/features/british-theatre-id-had-it-with-the-darkness/

All love,

M&G

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Good morning.