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
An infectious new-wave and power-pop composure emanates within “It’s not the first one that counts”, Mike Mineo, Obscure Sound.


'Despite it's 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 first one that counts

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 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 ?)