Deep Control

by Department M

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    1st (and only) handmade run of our debut LP, Deep Control. Features a custom sleeve jacket and artwork hand-printed by the band.

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Produced and mixed by James Kenosha and Department M at The Lodge, Bridlington.
All music and artwork by Department M ℗ & © 2015.
Mastered by Tom Woodhead at Hippocratic - hippocraticmastering.com

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released March 4, 2016

Department M are...

Owen Brinley – vocals, synthesizers, guitar, bass & piano
Tommy Davidson – drums and percussion

Joined on this record by...

Snow Fox – vocals
James Kenosha – piano on 'Air Exchange'
Lins Wilson – sampled cello on 'Deep Control Pt.2'

We'd like to thank the following kind souls for their hard work and belief in the project -

Thomas Bellhouse and all at Tone Management, Dan O'Dell and all at Hide & Seek Records, Jamie Otsa at Wall Of Sound PR, Tom Woodhead at Hippocratic, Naomi Cousins AKA Snow Fox, Neil Widdop, Oliver Max Mason, Liza Violet and Menace Beach, James Kenosha, Ben Holden, Dominic Ord, Pete Flinton, Sean Gledhill at Anthologies, Nathan Clark and all at The Brudenell Social Club, Lord Whitney, Jill at Spinning Bird, Simon Catling at Grey Lantern, DHP Family, Pulled Apart By Horses, Post War Glamour Girls, Stalking Horse, Big Love, Bloodflower, Simon Stevens at Belgrave Music Hall and to anyone else who we may have forgotten.

Much love,

D-M x

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Track Name: Deep Control Pt.1
It’s not too late, to fall below,
fall under my deep control.

Deep Control.
Track Name: Bad Formulae
You can writhe in front of me,
through the reek of new money,
fill a heart with empty seats,
be my false economy.

You could break an hourglass,
kneel and scrape up all the sand,
and yet still be out of time and of questionable design.

For youth, flow away, will float away.
Youth, we must replace, must replace.

Who made the bed, where you lay? Where you lay?
You're the sum of bad formulae.

I can zoom and extract the fakes,
all their ten-a-penny traits.
I could show you some insides,
half mechanical, half alive.

For youth, flow away, will float away.
Youth, we must replace, must replace.

Flow away, float away.

Who made the bed, where you lay?
You're the sum of bad formulae.
Track Name: Bleak Technique
You'll reap just what you sow on this factory floor of widows, in this austere northern air.

My sky had seen a ghost, I drunk my weight in black and I'm immune to all attack.

I'm only phantom, I'm only neutral.

Every day they gather proof...

They just can't get enough of that bleak technique.

From riding up the crest, spilled into a new nadir, some blue screen of death.

The eyes are trained upon our every move with bleak technique, however discreet.

They just can't get enough of that bleak technique.

I'm only phantom, I'm only neutral to this alcoholic world, this chewing gum flecked world, this paralytic world, this predatory world.

Every day they gather proof

They just can't get enough of that bleak technique.
Track Name: Kill My Superstition
Kid sister morphine, you blaze a trail, from neon carriages sirens exhale.

Glide on a surface of blinding light, kill my superstition and world of hype.

Kill my superstition.

Blue pill under the wing, another window closing, I'll just keep stealing in.

I never loved you though I'd say it to your face, fill my superstition with mellow grace.

With mellow grace, kill my superstition.

Through the snow, past the back to backs we flee, through the breeze, through the debris.

Through the snow, past the back to backs we creep, through the freeze into the release.

Blue pill under the wing, keep me from leaving the now again, I'll just keep stealing in.

I'll just keep stealing in.
Track Name: Stress Class
I got stress class, the relegated to a flashback through smoked glass, at once so clear I couldn't sabotage a prayer.

From the wreck of great idea, you melt the minute, reappear, though shattered windscreens, in aviaries of daydreaming.

Only have a minute yet i'll crawl another mile, mouth of fresh bile, through the mud and the mire.
Only have a second, man I really can't talk.

Only have a minute yet i'll kill another hour, let bloom a fresh hell from the mud, let it flower. Only have a second man I really can't talk.

I'll cut stress class.

They cut stress class, the relegated to the past tense.

They cut stress class, the relegated to a flashback through smoked glass.

Only have a minute yet i'll kill another hour, let bloom a fresh hell, let it loom, let it tower. Only have a second, man I really can't talk.

I'll cut stress class.
Track Name: Air Exchange
At the air exchange, the magic clear up waits.
At the air exchange, fall back on teenage ways.

Help me forget myself, how hard could it be?

Help me forget myself.

Become another male, from another town...

Let me meet you there.

At the air exchange, justified our traits.
At the air exchange, no further we slide.

Let me meet you there.

Help me forget myself, how hard could it be?

Help me forget myself.

Become another male, from another town...

Let me meet you there.
Track Name: Blind Summit
Instrumental
Track Name: Surreal Life
That slow release, sweet pressure,
got me off my knees, my knees.
There's no elite, just the impression,
a long and knowing procession,
that dress up heaven, donate just a taste.

Sweet Pressure.

Surreal Life, surreal life, no this ain't real life, not real life

Surreal Life, surreal life, this ain't real life, not real life.

That slow release, sweet pressure,

to mute my passive aggressors, you're too precious.

Surreal Life, surreal life, no this ain't real life.
Track Name: Deep Control Pt.2
Down in the south,
up in the north,
a stir-crazy island,
lay fallow, on all fours.

Patrolling the streets,
young proles in their swarm,
fists dripped with sovereigns,
drag sparks across the floor.

Never give up, never give up...that deep control.

Deep Control.

Diffusing the clouds,
the city's neon bleed.
The bars overspilling,
flood to A&E.

The main estuary,
runs green with the bile,
of the front pages
and bad nights upon the tiles.

Never give up, never give up...that deep control.

It's not too late, to fall below, fall under my, my deep control.

Deep Control.
Track Name: Jazz Collapse
Losing my grip, this core of hiss I can't depart or stay. Yet you'll wait, it's ok.
I need less of the stress, no more of your questions crawling up the stave, a new part I can play.

Now I've got a point to prove and a view to leaving you. You steep in a bath of glue, there ain't a drug that satisfies your needs, there ain't a boy who could occupy your grief.

Oh, it's a lie...all our jazz collapsing.

Clarion called, we ebb but stall, our feet are swept away with a part we can play.
I need time to perfect, a new war chest, your halls of sympathy, fuck these swells of worry.

Now I've got a point to prove and a view to leaving you. Heart just a mess of glue, there ain't a drug that satisfies your needs, there ain't a man who could occupy your grief.

Oh, it's a lie...all our jazz collapsing.

You're better alone, I'm better alone.
Track Name: Linear
So linear, my love.
You mine deeper than blood,
trace the vapour trails above,
so linear.

Through transient blue moods to the haze I save for you.

So Linear, my love.
Our carbonated souls,
swim the pure-o fizz below.

That's not a place I wanna know,
disaster your face has grown too familiar, too familiar, so linear.

That's not a place I wanna go,
a future that leaves me cold,
too clinical, bathed in ethanol, so medicinal.

So linear, my love.
So transient our moods.
So linear, my love,
you mine deeper than blood.
So transient our moods,
trace the vapour trails above,
so linear.

Our carbonated souls swim the pure-o fizz below.

So linear.
Track Name: Compulsion
They call in unison,
just the Saturday tremors.
Heaven and the sun disagree, disagree, disagree.

I've been leaning on,
all my tattered old reasons,
forge a new excuse? Disappear?

Two minds, I'm in two minds whether you are the one, my compulsion.

Combing order out,
of an ocean of fuzz,
Heaven headed south,
to the sea, to the sea, to the sea.

No, Louise you don't need this, every word I've encrypted.
Sad Louise, you don't need these, all of the traits I've inflicted.

Two minds, I'm in two minds whether you are the one, my compulsion.

Pure compulsion