ANEMO

ANEMO

 Brighton, England, GBR
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ANEMO are an alternative rock band based in Brighton, UK. Signed to US independent label City Canyons Records, ANEMO have been described as part Evanesence, Garbage, Eurythmics and Portishead. Recently released their second album “Stentorian” and are tipped as One To Watch by BBC's Bruce Dickinson.

Biography

Summary:
2 studio album
3 singles
Achieved number 11 chart placing in UK Music Week Commercial Pop Charts with remix package for last single "MusicBox"
Signed to US independent label City Canyons Recods
National and regional radio and TV coverage

ANEMO began life in September 2002 when Kingsley Sage was auditioning singers for a song writing and recording project. The results had been universally disappointing (to put it mildly), until at the 11th hour a former actress and talented vocalist called Hazelle Woodhurst entered the picture. The two immediately got on well, with their shared love of different types of music and, of course, a good English cup of tea. The two set to work on penning a number of songs that would later become the basis of the ANEMO’s first album. They decided that the project needed a rock edge, and to that end guitarist Matt Palmer was added to the mix.

After countless evenings at the band’s basement studio in Brighton, the three had amassed an impressive collection of pop-meets-rock-meets-electronica tracks. At this point, the group took on the name ANEMO, a word that means “changing forms”, to reflect the blend of styles and influences that was brought to the music. The strong vocal melodies and distinctive style caught the attention of Trebor Lloyd, CEO of New York-based independent record label City Canyons. In summer 2005 ANEMO signed a 3 album record contract with CC and began to record the final tracks for their first album.

The trio's debut album Slowburn was met with critical acclaim on both sides of the Atlantic - gaining rave reviews and returning top 10 positions on U.S. college radio. In the U.K. the band were championed by BBC 6 music as "one to watch" on the Bruce Dickinson (of Iron Maiden fame) Rock Show and Slowburn was named “one of the albums of the year” by shakenstir.co.uk. The ANEMO live band has toured throughout the U.K. and was recognised for its energetic live performances by winning the CRS "Best Live Band" award in 2006.

The band's second album - Stentorian - was released on 13th October and is more focused towards the aggression and energy of the live band than it's predecessor. You can check out the videos for Pray (a song written in homage to BBC war journalist John Simpson) and the latest single, MusicBox, on the video page.

Lyrics

Anyway

Written By: Sage/Woodhurst/Palmer

My attitude has been replaced of late
with a steady diet of wine and bad taste.
Spitting out insults but keeping my distance, whisper in my ear,
tell me you’ve missed this.
A head full of headache and “I don’t knows”.
Try so hard to reach me but I’m losing control.
I laugh and I lie with you here in between
Can’t see the world through a rose fractured screen.

Chorus
You can’t know why I’ve acted this way.
I don’t know why you’ve decided to stay.
We won’t know all the things that just may,
but who knows anyway?

Free falling backwards into no-one’s arms,
being nothing new, never coming to harm.
Dreamed out too loud and tripped over my anger,
realising too late Friday night’s lost its flavour

Chorus
You can’t know why I’ve acted this way.
I don’t know why you’ve decided to stay.
We won’t know all the things that just may,
but who knows anyway?

It doesn’t matter anyway, a single word I try to say,
you listen when I call your name.
But then I’m back to nothing.
Half a mile to nowhere but I never seem to get there,
Picking flowers by the roadside,
but end up with magnolias.

You can’t know why I’ve acted this way.
I don’t know why you’ve decided to stay.
We won’t know all the things that just may,
but who knows anyway?

Pray

Written By: Sage/Woodhurst/Palmer

Verse 1
Salt crystal morning,
blinded by the sun.
(As he comes undone)
He’s another interfering alien …
(Still someone’s son)
Is this what having their democracy means?
Coz when I look in the mirror,
it spits back at me
And I’m humbled now,
by the images I see.

Chorus
And I pray,
on my knees,
in the dirt
And I call on my god,
please…
Help me out,…
lift me out,…
where did this come from?

Verse 2
At first light we steal out like wolves, (With no mistakes of any sort)
Heat was hungry and diesel fills the air (children, no shoes, just stand and stare)
Now, I just point the camera…
Where the people want to see…
As war takes centre stage,
as a widow machine…

Chorus
And I pray,
on my knees,
in the dirt
And I call on my god,
please….
Help me out,..
lift me out,…
where did this come from?
Please, can I breath, dare I call?
The blue skies crashed on me …
please
Can I breath,
am I hurt?
Why do I feel nothing?......

Falling in,
falling out,
falling down full of bullet holes.
A broken body, broken mind
Never felt so alive
Falling in,
falling out,
falling down full of bullet holes
A broken body,
broken mind,
never felt to alive!
So alive before dying…

Verse 3
No one ever wants to take the blame (It was them who started this, anyway)
I said I think we’d better turn back around,
I remember they laughed
And then a deafening sound!...

X2
These bulls are running wild to my left and my right,
Through torn down cities and into the night
So small, caught in the middle of this stampede,
As sudden silence strikes to deafen me

And I pray, pray on my knees
And I call, call on my god please,
And I pray, pray on my knees,
And I call, call on my god please…!
Please!, Please!, Please ! Please! Please!
Please I call on my god…
Please, Please, Please , Please , Please,
And I PRAY…….

She's Not Me

Written By: Woodhurst/Palmer/Sage

She’ll always be more eloquent than me
As I try my best to digest, this, dictionary
Being born first, sometimes it’s hard to lead
Watching everything you do so well, know so well, tell so well
Being second would have been more fitting
But you breeze through its book with no second guessing
You shame the devil with your right, white, light
I slip into my shadow. Give up the fight

Chorus
I love you best when you’re drunk
As your plans fall apart and you’re set free
And we act like we should
And I don’t have to think before I speak
Then all we do is play… together
And you act your age it seems
I watch you lose your brilliant mind
But still hate you from last week.

Verse 2
All of my doubts creep in with the leaves
Under my door, as I try to keep my
Morals from falling off my sleeve
But from time to time I watch them leave
Can’t get out of bed in the morning
I don’t see the point
I like to go with the feeling of something
And still stay immature

Chorus
I love you best when you’re drunk
As your plans fall apart and you’re set free
And we act like we should
And I don’t have to think before I speak
Then all we do is play together….
And you age your age it seems
I watch you lose your brilliant mind
As I smile and sip my drink

This list it just gets longer of all I’ve yet to learn
Spinning round and down as I’m outwitted as you steal
You deliver the punch line for me, so I don’t see the point
Coz when I’m Almost there you take your share,
I pretend that I don’t really care. I’m almost there
You take your share, I pretend that I don’t really care.
I’m almost there you take your share
And I pretend that I don’t really CARE!...

CHORUS x 2 -
Outro – ‘Soft’ – x 3 ‘I’m. I’m her, I’m her, She’s not me x 3.. Thankfully!..

Heaven Is Waiting

Written By: Sage/Woodhurst

If God was a banker
I’d need his forgiveness.
But I’m not seeking absolution
no one else can pay for what I’ve done.
I’ve been over every detail,
every conversation
It’s raining hard between love and hate.
I’ve lost my motivation,
pacing in this figure eight.

Chorus
Do you think that Heaven is waiting
For a girl like me?
You want to know what tortured thoughts I’m thinking.
I’m living like I’m dead inside,
tripping over lies.
Over and over again.

Leave me alone
‘cos I’m so contagious.
I’ll twist and mutilate your language,
I do what I do with no real sensation.
Take these hands, unclench these fists,
is this who I really am?
No quiet for me, no dignity,
as brittle and bare as the winter trees outside
forbidden to me.

So convinced by my own thoughts,
I didn’t give anyone else a choice.
What I feel is no consequence,
it has knocked me down and made me blind to it all.
Over and over again.

Do you think that Heaven is waiting
For a girl like me?
You want to know what tortured thoughts I’m thinking.
I’m living like I’m dead inside,
tripping over my repeated lies.
No no, no no, no no, no no …
No whispered memories,
Mum Dad, don’t feel sad for me,
It’s better this way
Take another happy pill
it’s not you who made me ill.
Heaven are you waiting
for me?...

Fives and Sixes

Written By: Palmer/Sage/Woodhurst

I can’t hear
a single word that you say to me.
‘Cos I don’t want to know.
When all of this time you’ve been misleading me …
Pleading with me …
It’s time to let me go.

Chorus
Go with the feeling,
I want you to want me.
Do what you have to
to come up and see me.
Share me out if it helps you to sleep,
living like I’m suicide but wanting you to save me.

Soft and slow …
your silent song is calling to me.
It’s starting to take hold.
When all of this time you’ve been cheating me,
repeating to me …
that I’m still in control.

Chorus
Go with the feeling,
I want you to want me.
Do what you have to
to come up and see me.
Share me out if it helps you to sleep,
living like I’m left behind but wanting you to save me.

Go with the feeling,
I want you to want me.
Do what you have to
to come up and see me.
Share me out if it helps you to sleep,
living like I’m suicide but wanting you to save me.

Shame Shame …
Why acting so tame?
Where is the life that you wanted to lead?
Commanding respect with calm dignity,
instead only shame.
Wait wait it’s never too late.
All of the fools with their lethargic plans.
Want to get started but sit on their hands.

And still they wait, they wait….

MusicBox

Written By: Sage/Woodhurst/Palmer

Can you imagine my frustration?
Constant worry, no concentration.
This was 'sposed to be real fun,
Feel like I’ve lost before I've begun.
It comes down to simple mechanics,
Don't look for hidden semantics.
This Music Box is more than just
An old collectable collecting dust.

I don't want to hurt night after night.
This broken burning eats me up inside.
I face my demon every show
Still he never wants to let me go.
And the fight I have now wears me down,
So lift me out this misery and let me go.

Feeling celebrated but undisclosed.
Running round in my oblivion like no-one knows.
Once learned, now forgotten,
As a new cruel trick.
No time to be deviant, I must take care,
Of every little part of me that got me here.
Automatic laughter for these hypocrites
Try to get it through your heads.
Try to get it through your heads,
'Cos I’m wide awake now.

I don't want to hurt night after night.
This broken burning eats me up inside.
I face my demon every show
Still he never wants to let me go.
And the fight I have now wears me down,
To hold the attention of distracted crowds

The music that I know, fills me, fills me.
The rhythm that I know. moves me, moves me.
It's not what I deserve for another show,
So lift me out this misery and let me go.

I don't want to hurt, no, no, no.
The rhythm that I know, soothes me, soothes,
Again and again and again.

Once learnt, now forgotten as a new cruel trick.
No time to be deviant I must take care.
As I stand in your spotlight scrutinised,
I question every part of me that put me here.

I don't want to hurt night after night.
This broken burning eats me up inside.
I face my demon every show
Still he never wants to let me go.
And the fight I have now wears me down,
And the fight I have now wears me down,
To hold the attention of distracted crowds
So lift me out this misery and let me go.

'Cos I'm wide awake now!..

Shipping News

Written By: Palmer/Sage/Woodhurst

I thought that I was over
as they throw me to the floor.
Locking arms close quarters
as I slip into no more.
I thought that I was over
as they cut me to the core,
Seeing through a blood daze,
I slip into no more.

I saw it again this evening,
black sails in darkening skies.
I thought my eyes deceived me,
so I washed it from my mind.
On a day as cold as charity,
with breakers mountain high.
They appeared like apparitions,
with danger on their minds

Have I slept for an hour?
Have I slept for one day?

Chorus
I can’t face the water any more,
my dreams are shattered by the distant shore.
The privateers arrived five miles from land
and tore right through our feeble stand.

Canvas splitting fast and frozen.
Even angels desert us now.
Snapshot pictures of the moment,
with unforgiving eyes.

Chorus
I can’t face the water any more,
my dreams are shattered by the distant shore.
The privateers arrived five miles from land
and tore right through our feeble stand.

They took the others and cut their throats,
and threw them off our tiny boat.
I’m left alive to tell the tale,
always cry without fail.
Why did they spare me?
And not the friends I lost at sea?

Another Side to the Story

Written By: Woodhurst/Palmer/Sage

Standing, a silhouette in his own life.
It had been another hard and restless night
But since then nothing’s ever felt right,
no help, no help offer these empty hands.
A desperate need,
a desperate need to change the past.
So full of wisdom
but it didn’t help him then.

Sits and drinks until he drowns,
feeling lost but never found.

Chorus
Mouthing “I love you”
with arms outstretched, she’s skipping along the water’s edge.
Just for a moment he turned away,
turned back to her empty space.
Heavily land blaming him,
Carry him off, cage the man.
There’s always another side to the story.

Standing, a bystander his only right,
no escape, no matter how much it hurts inside.
A monochrome nightmare,
cold stone walls.

Finally, I’ll tell my story,
now I’m counting no age.
Let me explain, she was my baby, but she wouldn’t let me call her name.
She tripped and fell, I blame myself.
Daddy should have held your hand,
daddy should have held your hand
Take me back so I can save myself,
you as well, save myself.

Shouldn’t have left you ..
Couldn’t get to you
Shouldn’t have let my heart rule my head ..
Couldn’t get to you, couldn’t protect you ..
Shouldn’t have let my heart rule my head …

Overlap backing vox
Be sure, be still now
You tried to do what’s right.
Throw out your questions,
you couldn’t have changed my path
Be sure, be still now,
You tried to do what’s right
Throw out your questions
You couldn’t have saved my life!..

Still

Written By: Woodhurst/Sage

When I was a little girl
my daddy was my whole world.
Wanted to be his favourite,
did my best to prove it,
I didn’t want to lose what we had together
I thought forever.
Every night after a long day you’d sit down on the floor and play your guitar.
You bought me my first record player at just aged six,
I remember bedtime snakes through the banisters.
And Gary Moore, Robert Cray, AC/DC and Bonnie Raite were my headline acts
and you’d both spin us around the living room.
On top of the world.

Chorus
Tell me how did we find ourselves here?
We thought we’d know our own minds and our own choices by now.
All grown up but I still second guess myself,
and I all I know is I’ve more questions.

Fast forward a few years,
playing guitar in the dark waiting up for me.
I’d creep in at two or three, we’d write songs and talk incessantly.
Every now and again I think I’ve found my niche
and I hope you’re real proud of me.

Oh, mum’s amazing you should see here,
and everything she does fills me with pride.
And if I ever grow up I want to be just like her,
but I know I never could, she’s a survivor,
I know I never could.

Tell me how did we find ourselves here?
We thought we’d know our own minds and our own choices by now.
Losing you has made us closer,
but all I know is I’ve more questions.
If we’re trying, if we’re looking, if we’re lucky
we can always fool a few and feel fine.
You’re what makes me, you’re my James Dean,
nothing phased you, always reaching,
but I can never seem to cross the finish line…

Thank you,
I love you.
Still…

Throw It Away

Written By: Palmer/Woodhurst/Sage

Telling your lies to the girls in the powder room,
about your man in the bedroom that came too soon.
Blanking out the border with you sorry tattoos,
you’re just a practised little ego with an edge to bruise.

One more drink, one more smoke,
one more thrill, the sick jokes …
beautiful is empty.
She’s a beautiful attraction, a beautiful distraction,
Beautiful loves no-one, unless you’re give her what she needs, And you’re …

Chorus
Throwing it all way.
You’re giving yourself away,
You’re throwing it all away,
you’re throwing it all away, you’re
giving yourself away, you’re
throwing it all away.

Setting your sights on the man that’s worth a second look.
Perhaps a wife but in this light your read ‘em just like books.
Living the moments between survival and bliss,
so unrelated, downright deflated,
let down by the whole pretence.

One more drink, one more smoke,
one more thrill, the sick jokes …
beautiful is empty.
She’s a beautiful attraction, a beautiful distraction,
Beautiful loves no-one, unless you’re pleading on your knees,
And you’re…

Just a red light burning blue
as I’m tripping over you.
It’s been a long day coming,
how long will it last?
Until your last chance leaving
and you’re watching it pass.
‘Pause the people to find the good in someone,
please what’s happening to you?

Discography

MusicBox (single): released October 2008
Stentorian (album): released October 2008
Pray (single): released October 2007
Made of Fiction (single): released September 2006
Slowburn (album: UK release): 2006
Slowburn (album: US release): 2005

UK National and regional airplay for Pray/MusicBox/Made of Fiction. Also extensive on-line broadcast. Can provide BMI lists if required.

Set List

Typical set: 10-12 songs, 45-60 minutes
Total released catalogue 26 songs, all originals