Noise Factory United

NFU IV

‘Exit The Gyroscope, Unveil The Anthropocene is a well-crafted, urgent and intense guitar / synth driven track combining post-punk with 80s electronica – think Magazine, Wire, The Cure, Ultravox or early Roxy’, Robin Boardman, Louder Than War.

‘a post-punk soundscape, one that takes the vibe of dark, alt-rock, a gothic sense of drama, and no small amount of alt-pop infectiousness and reverse engineers them into a cool, slightly nostalgic sound’, Dave Franklin, The Big Takeover

A composite of complexions

a mixed bag of emotions

And chucking pearls to the

swine an utter waste of time

Papillon temporalities

present, future and past

old and new realities

unfolding through the lash

And stop, stop, stop, stop

chucking she said

pearls to the swine

Unveil the Anthropocene

I’m oscillating in between

retro futures and

past scenes

trying to figure out what can

be seen

on all those looking

glass screens

So shake me out of this

un-lucid dream

or drip feed

me sertraline

have mercy and show me

now, the exit from this

gyroscope

It ain’t a search for

perfection

it ain’t natural

selection

when we’re poles apart

when we’re lost in the past

And stop, stop, stop, stop

chucking she said

pearls to the swine

I’m oscillating in between

retro futures and

past scenes

trying to figure out what can

be seen

on all those looking

glass screens

So shake me out of this

un-lucid dream

or drip feed

me sertraline

have mercy and show me

now, the exit from this

gyroscope

NFU III
MinotaurE is a great example of Noise Factory United’s sound – it’s got elements of post-punk, rock, indie and electronica, making for something really distinctive, Jane Howkins, York Calling

Aim low for the sky

aim low with celestial nostalgia

steps that are lost and feet that drag

a line of string, so scared of the ring

Itinerary lost in the matter

a wave of bitterness

turning around, around, around

vapour and breath, oh come

out of my depth

MinotaurE

Qui a tort?

Je tourne, tourne, tourne et je me cogne

Pas de sens, sensations

Cesse cessons

Secessions!

(MinotaurE

Who is wrong?

I turn, turn, turn and smash (into walls)

No sense and no sensation

Stop, stop, stop, and we will prevail

Secession!)

Walls can crush but can they fall?

Tumbling down but what befalls?

A string that runs and runs and runs

an everlasting line,

can we circumnavigate?

MinotaurE

Qui a tort?

Je tourne et me cogne

Pas de sens, sensations

Cesse cessons

Secessions!

(MinotaurE

Who is wrong?

I turn, turn, turn and smash (into walls)

No sense and no sensation

Stop, stop, stop, we will prevail

Secession!)

NFU II
''It's Not The First One That Counts belies a (semi) serious examination of the personal and societal dangers of algorithm and AI directed discourse and identity, making it, in some ways, a 21st century update to X Ray Spex classic Identity. Despite its serious message, It's Not The First One That Counts is bouncy, upbeat, primary coloured pop that'll brighten the darkest of winter days', The Devil Has The Best Tuna.

Algorithms at the heart of my dilemma

So why am I allergic to me?

Algorithms at the heart of that loud speaker

Why am I so allergic to me?

So don’t you look surprised

don’t you look surprised

When I don’t agree

Come and lift the trance & dance with me

The information that derails has never been better

Why am I so allergic to me?

The information that curtails reduced to several letters

Why am I so we allergic to me?

So don’t you look surprised

don’t you look surprised

When we don’t agree

It’s not the first one that counts

It’s not the second that counts

It is the, it is the, it is the

It’s the third that sets you reeling

It’s the third that carries the meaning

It’s the third that will have you off those knees, it's the third that will help you to see //

So despite the news I won’t accept the first one, nor will I accept the second one, but I will take the third one

Neurons picked and pulled apart, maintaining pure blind vision

Why are we so allergic to us?

Repetition, feedback loops, and modern superstitions

Why are we so allergic to us?

So don’t you look surprised

don’t you look surprised

When I don’t agree

It’s not the first one that counts

It’s not the first one that counts…no, no, no

It’s not the first one that counts

It’s not the second that counts

It is the, it is the, it is the

It’s the third that carries the meaning

It’s the third that sets you reeling

It’s the third that will have you off those knees, it's the third that will help you to see //

So despite the news I won’t accept the first one, nor will I accept the second one, but I will take the third one

Start the march, like Joan of Arc

Or was it Falconetti?

Or somebody else on the tele?

How can I ever know?

I feel like I should know

Oh, somebody show me the context

It’s not the first one that counts

It’s not the first one that counts…no, no, no

It’s not the second that counts

It is the, it is the, it is the

It’s the third that sets you reeling

It’s the third that carries the meaning

It’s the third that will have you off those knees, it's the third that will help you to see //

So despite the news I won’t accept the first one, nor will I accept the second one, but I will take the third one

NFU I

“‘Southsea Common’ is filled with chaotic instrumentation including jagged guitars and bumble-y synths, with a rowdy chorus to finish things off.” MIX IT ALL UP

And I’ll always remember those times

the pre-dawn walks with my feet barely dragging across the shingle

Disconnect between the body and the mind my senses gradually awakening to the usual

In the aftermath of someone else’s storm

The morning tide begins with a crystalline freshness blowing doubts across the shingle

So confront the forthcoming day, reset, forget, and stare at the horizon for the sequel

And bring forth the bright lights of the dawn

It’s like a celluloid movie, these are the matinees spent on Southsea common

All the unrivalled beauty as we dare to dream on Southsea common

Here we have happiness in liminality, happiness is liminality

And I ask myself just this can such euphoria exist in these times should my solipsism prevail

With feelings running amok freedom’s for the taking except when everything starts to fail

But then the nightshift always gives way to dawn

It’s like a celluloid movie, these are the matinees spent on Southsea common

All the unrivalled beauty as we dare to dream on Southsea common

Here we have happiness in liminality, happiness as liminality

Does it matter at all with perspectives in sight? Should it matter at all when perspectives feel right? Does it matter at all with perspective’s in sight? Should it matter at all when perspectives feel right? So right

It’s like a celluloid movie, these are the matinees spent on Southsea common

All the unrivalled beauty as we dare to dream on Southsea common

Here we have happiness in liminality, happiness in liminality, happiness in liminality, happiness in liminality

Qui a jamais pu sonder les profondeurs de l’abîme? (who has ever been able to explore the depths of the abyss ?)