Broken Bricks

Broken Bricks

 Toronto, Ontario, CAN
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Broken Bricks is an exceptionally unique brand of young talent with a sound that freely borrows from the great Rock N' Roll tradition, injecting a strong sense of melody and a restless, excited energy.

Biography

Toronto based Broken Bricks is an exceptionally unique brand of young talent with a sound that freely borrows from the great rock n' roll tradition, injecting a strong sense of melody and a restless, excited energy. Beyond their eclectic sound, it is their polished and animated live show that continues to create a buzz and gain the band a following.

Broken Bricks consists of Marlon Chaplin and Luke Kuplowsky, both songwriters and multi-instrumentalist fleshed out by Champagne Charlie on bass and backing vocals and Matt Duncan on drums and percussive duties. What brought these two together can best be described as serendipitous; an impromptu jam session after an unexpected meeting in their highschool hallway--Chaplin with guitar in hand, Kuplowsky wielding his harmonica and as the story goes, no one spoke, they only played. From that day forward they began writing and playing as Broken Bricks.

Both write lyrically complex tales with authenticity and put those tales to a dynamic, unique Rock N' Roll sound. Drawing from the the firebrand lyricism of Elvis Costello, the melancholic winsome of Damon Albarn, the wistful melodies of the Kinks and the ebullient energy of The Who; Broken Bricks has mastered the art of combining catchy hooks with exceptional storytelling.

2009 saw them release a fourteen song LP entitled Pasquale. The demo was recorded almost entirely in a basement kitchen by Chaplin and Kuplowsky. Though the LP was initially intended as a demo for friends and family, it took on a life of its own, garnering favourable reviews with Toronto press and campus airplay across Canada, including charting on CUIT (U of T) and CFMH 107.3 (St. John's) and going #1 on Queens University radio. It also led them to play countless shows in and around Toronto, including a set at CMW, and a feature on CIUT's Take5.

Broken Bricks released their first official EP Little Fugitives February 8th 2011 with a sold out show at Lee's Palace. The EP features six songs and was recorded with John Critchley (The Hidden Cameras, Dan Mangan, Elliot Brood) at Green Door Studios in Toronto. The EP has garnered attention from media outlets and blogs across Canada, including being named one of the top 25 bands to see at NXNE 2011 by NOW Magazine and a feature on Spinner.ca.

In 2012, Broken Bricks released the single It Won't Get You High/Fortune Out of You to favourable reviews. They are currently recording their third release, a full length album with producer Dale Morningstar.

It Won't Get you High/Fortune Out of You
Little Fugitives EP - available now
http://brokenbricks.bandcamp.com/

Video footage available:
http://www.broken-bricks.com/Media.html

Lyrics

Boom

Written By: Marlon Chaplin

Boom

Deep in the streets of the American life,
A meaningless noun he calls his wife,
Dies on the steps of the kitchen stairs,
Screams aloud as he tugs her hair,

And the TV broken, smashed on the floor,
Electrical currents a'running out the door,
Walls stained red with the blood of she,
The neighbour next door is fast asleep,

Heaven and hell was a great big lie,
And I never wanted to know,
Another day spent in that dusty old room,
It happens when life goes boom,

Now I'm running back again,
I got to get to the end before tomorrow is spent,
With a one way ticket to Mexico,
To meet a man called Fidelio,

I got my eyes in my pocket,
My hand on my shirt,
I got nothing to pay,
Nothing to work for and,
It's just another day,
And I think that I lost my way,

Heaven and hell was a great big lie,
And I never wanted to know,
Another day spent in that dusty old room,
It happens when life goes boom,

Now I'm running back again,
I got to get to the end before tomorrow is spent,
With a one way ticket to Mexico,
To meet a man called Fidelio,

I got my eyes in my pocket,
My hand on my shirt,
I got nothing to pay,
Nothing to work for and,
It's just another day,
And I think that I lost my way,

Heaven and hell was a great big lie,
And I never wanted to know,
Another day spent in that dusty old room,
It happens when life goes boom.

Boy Dressed in Blue

Written By: Luke Kuplowsky

Boy Dressed In Blue

Little boy dressed in blue with the pompadour dew
See he's feeling for some healing, boy that ain't really new
You've got him reeling and a rocking like he's mister johnny hurricane too

Got to wait by the gate where the lovers debate
Over who's using who (will you just keep it straight)
You know the cat's are really jumping when the clock hits a quarter to eight

You know its saturday night

and

I ain't got nothing at all

See my tongue, yes its stung, with a lovers supply
Keep it coming till its running low and stupor and dry
You know its got that magic something that you just can't really deny

Don't mistake me let me take you to a lovers retreat
Where succeeding is just feeding you the answers discreet
When I howl you just cower you like already admitted defeat

You know its saturday night

And

I ain't got nothing at all

Just a child, young and wild, like a boy of sixteen
Set his sights on those heights were we not all so keen?
You know its got to hit hard when the light comes in for the clean

Well I'm sorry if you worry 'bout the blue little boy
Every weekend he is wound up like a blue soldier toy
Rest assured, he'll be cured, when the moon comes hanging in joy

Pop Song

Written By: Luke Kuplowsky

A funny feeling to be natural
Is so very consequential now
It comes so freely with the territory
That it means so little to me now
Well the boys in the back with their eyes to the floor
Are breaking down the chains that hold the palace to the door
Just to write a silly pop song like they do in the charts

A flannel shirt and a fender box
Is not enough to make me care
But its your lack of devotion
That makes me swear almighty prayer
Well the kids in the street with the second hand beat
Are clinically clumsy and kissing your feet
Just to write a silly pop song like they do in the charts

It's something like a burly chant

It ends with a forward slant

But you write it like you wrote when your writing tanks down low

A holy bible and a microphone
Is not enough to make your cause
You've got to twist it till it fits just right
And fix it like the cardinal laws
The girl with the sling and the cheshire grin
Will make you want to plead and shout
They'll break and they'll bruise you till you think just right
And make it so you give up the fight
Just to write a silly pop song like they do in the charts.

It Won't Get You High

Written By: Marlon Chaplin

I can't explain this prophecy,
Won't you come to me,
When I rap-rap on your door?
Dreams come to me in symmetry,
Memories are hidden on the opposite floor,

You wait for the sign,
I've been falling farther behind time after time,
Please keep the receipts,
I'll be making waves on the sheets,
She would never speak,

Call my apostle's underpaid servants,
Tell them I'll be out of town for a while,
Lights flicker on and off again,
Don't pretend what doesn't kill you,
Won't get you high,

You wait for the time,
When I hold you out in the field,
So hard to conceal,
Our perfect disguise for this unmarked box in the sky,
It won't get you high,

You wait for the sign,
I've been falling farther behind time after time,
Our perfect disguise for this unmarked box in the sky,
It won't get you high,

I can't explain this prophecy,
Won't you come to me,
When I rap-rap on your door?
Dreams come to me in symmetry,
Memories are hidden on the opposite floor,
They're hidden on the opposite floor,
They're hidden on the opposite floor,
They're hidden on the opposite floor,
Hidden on the opposite floor

Fortune Out of You

Written By: Luke Kuplowsky

Left in soiled rags,
Dressed in dirty overalls,
Leather shoes without soles,
Feet as black as coal,

Eyes a shade of colour blue,
Here's whats killing you,
Gonna make a fortune out of you,

She was alone there,
The city came in for the catch,
She got a scratch dear,
Nearly broke the city bank,

Eyes a shade of colour blue,
Here's whats killing you,
Gonna make a fortune out of you,

Oh my baby it's just a premonition,
A little bit of sugar is just enough ammunition,
Lock up your doors and guard your cups and dishes,
She's a darling bitch who does as mister wishes,

Well back in the old days,
When she was hanging with the boys,
A slap in the wrist comes back like a shot with a fist,

Eyes a shade of colour blue,
Here's whats killing you,
Gonna make a fortune out of you.

Discography

Jigsaw (Single) - July 15th 2011 (featured on an upcoming episode of Degrassi season 11).
Little Fugitives EP - February 8th 2011
Pasquale-- July 2009

Radio Charting/Airplay:
#1 CFBU - Brock University (June 2011)

#1 CFRC - Queen's University (October 2009)

#24 CUIT - University of Toronto (January 2010)
-Featured on Take5

#26 CFMH 107.3 - Saint John (June 2010)

University of Waterloo
-Featured on Around in Sound
-Featured on What's Good Radio

Set List

Usual Set List:

Pop Song
Boy Dressed In Blue
It's All Lost On Me
Jigsaw
Imaginary Mary K
Boom
It Won't Get You High
Drain Me
Fortune Out Of You
Be My Baby