Fredrick and The Golden Dawn

Fredrick and The Golden Dawn

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“The Golden Dawn mystify and bewitch with ballads of doomed love, wailed out into endless indifferent night by whiskey-lashed wretches, whilst making erratic yet potent essays into the jag and pummel of elaborate math-rock”

Biography

Like the aristo-mystical sect that gave them the latter half of their name, Dublin city's Fredrick and the Golden Dawn were forged in a crucible of deeply felt lack, of hunger unfed. A century or so ago, from the ghettos and umbra of the towering, self-assured, but false utopia of mechanistic materialism, the Hermetic Order of the Golden Dawn launched an insurrection in the name of the human spirit, through their quest to discover the the numinous, the hidden, the awe-inspiring and the unspeakable, behind the veil of supposed certainties that the age smugly accepted as Final Truth. And now, at the beginning of the third millennium, on a smaller scale though driven by no less keen a yearning, a garage noir band named Fredrick and the Golden Dawn wage their own jihad of the spirit, against the orthodoxy of banality and slapdash inconsequentiality that is the creative milieux in which they find themselves.

Fredrick and the Golden Dawn don't fit in. Not in Dublin and not in Ireland. For years, local music has been constrained, in both style and substance, by provincialism, a too-cool-for-art-school name-checking cosiness, and, above all, by servility before a despotism of tiresomely 'tasteful' restraint. Not so Fredrick and the Golden Dawn. In style and substance, this band is a seething cauldronful of the literary, the theatrical, and the gothically flamboyant, seasoned with a smattering of infernal burlesque.

Summoning the muses of Leonard Cohen and Bertolt Brecht, Ute Lemper and Lotte Lenya the Golden Dawn mystify and bewitch with ballads of doomed love, wailed out into endless indifferent night by whiskey-lashed wretches, whilst making erratic yet potent essays into the jag and pummel of elaborate math-rock. Meanwhile, singer Kevin Nolan flits mercurially between numerous alter-ego roles; the soft-toned harmoniser, looking out dispassionately over the detritus of broken love and blue murder in 'Splinter'; the boozy wound nurser of 'Blood Wedding', howling from the dregs of the heart, then menacingly exhorting his betrayer to 'sleep with one eye open'; and the bright-eyed romantic of the wonderful 'The Guess', who mutates mid-song into a hoarse and raging prophet, growling his enigmatic truths across a pitiless earth: 'Dark is the counsel of man, for man is master of the Guess'.

Fredrick and the Golden Dawn will compel, confound, startle, stir, and possibly even infuriate. In a musical desert of ambitionless post-rock tedium, politely futile muso noodlings, and an all-round ambiance of trendy drabness and pedestrianism, there's not much more that could be hoped for than that.

Lyrics

Splinter

Written By: Kevin Nolan

Splinter

Went to the river
In another part of town
Want you to give her
Exactly what you found
And when it’s over
You will be alright
Never again alone again in the middle of the night

Oh! Girl

Send him a letter
Tell ’im what you’ve found
At the end of the river
Buried in the ground
And just like the splinter
In the lion’s skin
You’ll be never again a slave again
Restoring everything

Oh! Girl

Use a voice of silver
In the letter that you write
She’s not the killer
Make him see the light
Happy ever after
Let us never speak again

Of the day we found a soul of sin in a child of only ten

The Guess

Written By: Kevin Nolan

The Guess

Find a way
That’s what we have to do
Find a way
Sure her heart is weak, she can’t speak
But we’ll go through the forest
We will cross the river
We will bring the forest down

White woman in the woods of soot, whittling a wedding dress
Said dark is the council of man, for man is master of the guess
She skipped bail and two army ships set sail, let the waves take her west
And somewhere sitting on a suitcase a man begins to weep and beat his chest
And beat his chest!

Find a way
Bring her back to him
Find a way
Sure the tale is Grimm chances sliming
But we’ll go through the forest
We will cross the river
We will bring the forest down

Awe, Awe, Awe, Awe, Awe

And beat his chest!

Blood Wedding

Written By: Kevin Nolan

Blood Wedding

You kept your word
You remembered
You held your tongue
Till December

But I saw it comin’
You took her for granted
You said that she was just some woman
You met in a club

Instead it was s love
That tore us apart
It wasn’t just in my head
It was in your heart

And now you’re sleepin’
With one eye open
A feather in my cap
A goodbye token

You kept your word
You remembered
You held your tongue
Till December

But she drew cold blood
When she drew my name
And the devils in the detail
And there’s no deed to mark the day

How is it how it is?
With your open heart
In the graveyard of romance
We’ll never get another chance to part

Sleepin’
With one eye open
A feather in my cap
A good bye token

Blood Wedding! Blood wedding!
Blood wedding! Wedding!!!

Discography

Debut EP - "Here's A Piece Of Ivan's Head" (this EP has streaming and has had radio airplay)

Set List

The Guess,
Oil On Canvas,
Blood Wedding,
Drowning,
Take Me Home,
Here's A Piece Of Ivan's Head,
Splinter,
Sleeping By The Gallows,
(Set 1 - 2 Hrs, all originals)