B R OAD WAY

B R OAD WAY

 Saint-Étienne, Rhône-Alpes, FRA
BandPopRock

6 am, it's raining down on the capital, and while most people are about to enter the automaton, the last opus of B R OAD WAY is playing on my stereo… Opening a last beer, I recount the itinerary of a band which is about to become essential listening…

Biography

After a first album in the realms of experimental in 2004, the Saint-Etienne band, gradually assuming their affinity with pop music, went on to release a preliminary step in their mutation: the unanimously critically acclaimed encounter with Angil under the pseudonym The John Venture. I remember discovering them at the “Printemps de Bourges”, in a packed concert hall their show had totally turned upside down… Then I recall the very first sensation, in 2008 when listening to their second album, Enter the Automaton … Surprise, excitation and some serious questions … They proved to my colleagues and I that they knew where they were heading, and that the big boss outfit they wore on stage for The John Venture not only suited them but was naturally relevant in terms of what was coming next… Enter the Automaton showed us all that B R OAD WAY deserved their seat alongside references like The Notwist or Why? among the guild of rich and intriguing projects.

These children of Pop surely know how to re-weave this worn out material into the noblest of styles !

Lyrics

Pure gold

Written By: B R OAD WAY

I was water, you lemonade

I was a colour and you were the shade

I was the hour, you the moment

You were the skimmers, I was the lake

Very last raindrop to fall

Very first sun ray at dawn, pure gold

I'm the box and you're the secret

I'm the clock and you the winder

I'm the ground and you're the thunder

We are the never-stopping future

Very last Winter alone

Very first sun rays at dawn, pure gold

Counting ghosts and demons,

Shaping clouds to animals,

The last raindrop to fall,

The first sun ray at dawn, pure gold...

Just what we will be breathing for,

remember the treasures we hold.

Days of reckoning

Written By: B R OAD WAY

Now it's only

the rest of me

stuck on this field

to fight an army

so kill me

and show no mercy :

eventually my double-quoted day of reckoning has no harm intended,

imagine call to arms for real, imagine call to arms for real...

Was taken to this universe

Unabashed but stranded

Broken into the tiniest pieces

So I would fade and form again

My day of reckoning

Is coming down

Grab as much of me as I can

While I can

Soaking in extra freeze

Yeah it's a longer Winter

than would have been expected

Now I'm hooked but not caught yet

I've been making it all up

Truly I've never been true to your love

There dead alive on dead thin ice

And still standing on the fire line

Your day of reckoning

Is coming down

Grab as much of you as I can

While I still can

Slowed up by extra freeze

See it's a longer Winter

than would have been expected

Now we're hooked but not caught yet

Last word said on tv

Written By: B R OAD WAY

Some are born to sweet delight

Some are born to endless night

Some are left like the folded arm that you and me have been sleeping on

Regiments of lost hopes marching down towards the very origins of villainy while darkness falls right from the air and you don't see or don't want to see...

Some are dead set for their thrones

Some are living dead on chores

Some are left hanging at crossroads with guiding lights all named “Who knows?”

Exhilarating sense of loss urging to keep in touch with long lost ones but the more we’ll try to grab these hands the more they’ll bitterly feel utterly gone...

Legions of high expectations get sucked down the very predictable twist in the new hype series but won't question, just believe the last words said on TV...

Should squadrons of quivering doubts mercilessly attack this bliss I shall shield you all with my incandescent faith in what we’re bound to be, this I want you to feel, I want you to see.

Some are dead for sweet delight

Some are dead in endless night

Some are left like folded arms

That you and me have been sleeping on

Some are born set for the thrones

Some are born to live on chores

Some are left out at crossroads

With the last words on TV as hopes

Japaneese super train

Written By: B R OAD WAY

So your heart melts for Photoshopped babes,

but storms in your head are screaming “Sip your life for fear the glass breaks”.

Infoxicated and spitting image of people rushing faster than themselves...

You scan outer space for unidentified mates :

“Is anyone there?”, if it wasn't for them you'd already be dead.

And all that you've gained is all that you hate

so you get off dreaming of Japanese Super Trains...

See fistfuls of 'friends' devoted to their own little success

with wars in their eyes and aliens in their brains.

They'll conquer a space, push buttons for fame

and you'll be dreaming of Japanese Super Trains...

Now wide eyes in the City are recording your every thought,

So run for your life boy, run for your life...

And Japanese Super Trains you dreamed they'd take you away

but better run for your life boy, yeah now run for your life, run for your life...

Their crawling insanity is sharper than you ever thought,

So run for your life boy, yeah run for your life

And Japanese Super Trains you dreamed they'd take you away

but better run for your life boy, yeah run for your life, run for your life...

Transistors

Written By: B R OAD WAY

Suppose there was a way for you to freely choose, to infinitely change things,

To rewind on mistakes, would you escape or would you take it

High time we synchronised, about time we recognised the simple simple things here

In spaces far too wide, see the only thing you can possess is your mind

What lies beneath is a mere heart-quake scale 19, the one likely to turn, lines in curves, cores in lines, unveiling, revealing our true words and sights with rogue waves, fading lights, World leaders storming out, bended and wickedly twisted, transmissions interrupted / SPIT / all singularly transformed, running like hell to be there first to have a look at the future...

Transistors die and egos explode

Transcribers lie on the best life cheat codes

Discography

- April 2008 : "Enter the automaton"
- October 2009 : "Gang plank"
- coming on february 2012 : "Solo system revolution