Yearlings

by Pensioner

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Pensioner are an independent rock band from Dundee, Scotland. The band are: Ross Middlemiss (Vocals, Guitar), Mike Lennie (Vocals, Bass), Mark Keiller (Vocals, Percussion, Drums) and Callum Sutherland (Vocals, Guitar). Since forming in early 2009, they have already recorded and self-released their debut EP, a double a-side single and in May 2011 released their debut album 'Yearlings' on Olive Grove Records. They have also played all over Scotland with the likes of …And So I Watch You From Afar, The Twilight Sad, Tera Melos, Errors, LaFaro and The Phantom Band.

'Yearlings' featured in several 'Best Of' lists for 2011 including Vic Galloway's Top 50 and Jockrock's Top 25 whilst also being mentioned in The Herald's 'Highlights of 2011'.

The band did a live BBC Introducing session for Ally McCrae on BBC Radio 1 in Scotland, with a track also featuring on the BBC Introducing show UK-wide.

Highlights in 2010 included a successful showcase at GoNorth in Inverness, airplay on BBC Radio 1, BBC Radio Scotland, Amazing Radio, Glasgow PodcART and Spain’s Cielo Liquido! Pensioner also recently featured on the ‘Bands to Watch in 2011' lists of Vic Galloway (BBC Radio Scotland) and Ally McCrae (BBC Radio 1).

Their debut album was recorded with the impressive Robin Sutherland (Laeto, Stapleton, Avast!) and has had airplay on BBC Radio 1/Scotland, Amazing Radio and a growing variety of podcasts including the BBC Radio Scotland Introducing Podcast.

The band are currently writing their second album.

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released 02 May 2011

"As unpredictable as it is brilliant, Pensioner already have a contender for album of the year" - Jim Gellatly (Scottish Sun)

“...full of angular rock classics” – Ally McCrae (BBC Radio 1)

"...raucous, fun-time calling card from Dundee noise-poppers" - Nicola Meighan (The Herald)

"The titles might suggest a band that don't take things too seriously; yet Yearlings is a deceptively accomplished record." - 4/5 Review, The Skinny (#2 in top 5 album of July 2011)

"...these are flighty songs in experienced hands" The Irish Times

"...an accomplished album they should be rightly proud of" - Muso's Guide

"...it’s absolutely important not to write-off Pensioner as anything less than one of the most exciting emerging groups in Scotland at the moment, and “Yearlings” is a fitting opening to this career." – Songs Heard On Fast Trains

"Pensioner exemplify the ever diminishing fissure between bliss and confusion on this glorious debut." – Glasgow PodcART

"The band, a four piece from Dundee in case you’re wondering, have crafted a hugely enjoyable rock record that will be difficult to pigeonhole." – The Tidal Wave of Indifference

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Track Name: Big Trouble In Little Richard
Turn your collar to the wind my lover
Wounds are healed by salty water
Shiver inside as the cameras blind
And the crowd leans closer
For words that are sold, gilded in gold
Soon the pain will be over

Sickle-celled rhetoric from sancrosact columnists
Won't reduce the growing list of copycat dramatists
A shame for all, we've tried our best
But I won't shed a tear

Turn your collar to the wind my lover
Wounds are healed by salty water
Shiver inside as the cameras blind
And the crowd leans closer
We set fire to our binds and the smoke stung our eyes
But we never looked back
Track Name: Gadgie Weddin'
Given a thread I would try to sew
A seam in skin-like bark
And cast a web in the hollowed heart
Of the silent and weeping widow, I can but beg

Ashen tree, ashen tree
Covered in rotting leaves
I pray you buy these warts of me
Selection left some oddities
In stagnant pools from which we thieve
The fittest parts for obsolete designs

Move me softly, softly on
Hardened earth and tempered fault
Follow down
Track Name: Enter Shakira
Panic in the neutral zone
Nonetheless we're dancing still
A mournful air rises
Fare thee well, au revoir
Non omnis moriar

Step out of the darkness
We are your friends
Don't come any closer
We're nearing the end
Turn down the lights man
'Cause this is the first spaceship I've been on
It won't be the last
Fanfare is rising, aquarian call
Vultures are circling the crumbling walls

Fare thee well (step out of the darkness)
Track Name: Annannannawiddecombe
Answer the questions, ask none
Ours' not to reason why, ours' but to do and die
Make your peace then bid farewell
Between the columned air, into the breach again
Everything moans, everything moans
On this peninsula the broken bodies lie

I heard them crying in semaphore
A hardened dialect built on a stiffening brogue
Answer the questions, ask none
Ours' not to reason why, ours' but to do and die
Everything moans, everything moans
On this peninsula the broken bodies lie

Lexicon for a fourth word, substitute a first, win
On this peninsula the broken bodies lie
Track Name: Like, Epic!
On golden sand, I make a chart
Creating lines, the lines for all the rhymes
Arrange the words and polaroids
Before the tide abducts the clay and lime
Found a cave, I'm sheltered and covered
As mournful waves quickly claim another
New-born for the tidal concord

Go slow, dearest friend
These tired bones will take a while to gather and hide
Legs and paws rake in the deepest part
For the shell that sings your lonely song

In Prussian blue I find a heart
With brushing strokes I wipe away the mind
The geology of bitter rocks
Topographies of all I left behind
Carved a course in the tinted heather
To illustrate the crooked, wilting tether
That binds my mind, I head for home

Go slow, dearest friend
These tired bones will take a while to gather and hide
Legs and paws rake in the deepest part
Track Name: Status Whoa
Leave your little lamp on, mother all the damp thoughts
Till you feel the comfort a new dawn
Filtering through the curtain of this old haunt
Minutes go by

Take stock of the washed up flotsam and detritus
All the wormholes in the woodwork of this crooked manse
Cover up the shame

Listening to the old shortwave
Distant echoes of a time when
When we'd calm our hearts by gaslight
As the cavalcade rumbles by

Cower in the marrow of this moment
The subtleties and nuances subside
As morning crows

Take stock of the washed up flotsam and detritus
All the wormholes in the woodwork of this crooked manse
Cover up the shame

Constant cycles
I tap the beat to a broken crotchet
I tap the beat to ultimately
Faultless hearts in lifeless husks
I'll die before I know
I've got miles to go before I sleep
Track Name: Bruce Forsyth's 'Chin It To Win It!'
There were flashes in the distance
We didn't pay them any heed
Because it's better when the actors are invested in the scene
Get thee to a furnace and remould
This rusted hunk of copper into gold
Hang fire, don't be so bold

Wolves are scratching at your door
And the voices in your head
Are saying 'boy we're gonna get you, sell it to us dead'
Get thee to a furnace and remould
This rusted hunk of copper into gold
Hang fire, don't be so bold

Walk on, it's the obligation of the role
Track Name: Massive Ferguson
I breathe once to tie my arms in knots
And close the door on lonely days
To impress, I tint the window pane
But practice with the shutters drawn

In haunted homes, I survive behind the damp walls
And revel in the soliloquies and sad songs
Of other souls cocooned within this cold void
I sympathise with their constant need to belong

Listen, listen, I want to hear the pipes of hell
To supplement my thirst for fear and fellowship
Listen, listen, I want to hear the words to ease
These rusted joints so I can walk amongst mortal men

I breathe once more to
Tie these fragile arms
And quietly leave the stage
Leave the stage