Holy Hail

Holy Hail

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Your bible sprinkled with adderall and set on fire. Turn out the lights, turn the volume up, and ask yourself: When's the last time you had a religious experience?

Biography

"Hold my head in the holy water, bathe my sins in the sea of slaughter" - Holy Hail

SAINTS AND SINNERS:

The twinned co-ed vocals of Cat Hartwell and Kevin Cooke become the singular voice of Holy Hail. Fast paced and razor sharp, politically-charged lyrics fly over Matt Cuttler's crisp drumming and Michally’s curvy basslines, creating a smart, sexy dance party explosion.

An amalgamation of style, finesse & attitude, this foursome adds combustible energy and charm to its live show, demanding and commanding your full attention.

The Brooklyn/NYC (boys take Brooklyn, girls take Manhattan) band recorded their first album, Pointed Rifles to the Sky, in March 2006 at Brooklyn’s Rare Book Room with Nicolas Verhnes (Fischerspooner, Fiery Furnaces, Les Savy Fav, Black Dice) at the console. The nine songs, from the Euro-DJ favorite “County Fair (Part Two),” to the backwoods speed-folk of “Dig My Grave with the Songs I've Sung," to the dark pounding groove of “Sweet Damnation”, to the twitchy, yelping, end-of-album thumper, “Big Guns,” Holy Hail reflects a wide range of influences: The Fall, New Order, X, The B-52’s, Talking Heads & Tom Tom Club, The Gossip, The Band, and Fleetwood Mac.

This isn't about dance-punk. Holy Hail is sound hurled forcefully. It’s a blast of westward expansion, northern lights, easterly winds, Southern soul, spirituals, and booze. Put your faith in the new gospels. Your bible has been sprinkled with adderall and set on fire. Turn out the lights, turn the volume up, and ask yourself:

When's the last time you had a religious experience?

Lyrics

County Fair, Pt. 2

Written By: Cooke/Hartwell

The fortune of the plains will lead the people Aggravation
Sifting through the skies where the spirits lie
Sioux nation
And they’re still marching hard
Making bribes to the working class
But the horses won’t go
Where the rifles blow
Scream the women

The mighty and the weak
Join hands and speak for the war dead
The cravings of the young
Who still have fun with the sunset
At night, the cruel stars
Make fun of the whole damn mess
We’re forced to learn new words like degradation

Oh, if the earth don’t shatter
I’ll still bleed with the fading wind
Oh, if that don’t matter
I’ll get numb with the soldier’s gin

And the mighty buffalo make the river run slow
Keep a hold now
Sweat from their lives saves long good byes
Scream somehow
In soon time,
I’ll learn of a place called hell
Silver and toe and my eyes to the north
I see hope there

And the horses won’t go
where the rifles blow
And the mighty buffalo
make the river run slow
and all I know is well in tow

The holes in my foe’s manifesto
Retreat to stocks I once did know
The crows circling Geranimo
On his way six feet below

Discography

September 11, 2006 - "County Fair (Part Two)" digital single (Playlouder Recordings)

2006 - Pointed Rifles to the Sky
European and US Club Play:
"County Fair. Pt. 2"/"Born of a Star" (Unreleased/White Label)

Set List

County Fair (Part Two)
Born of a Star
Backwater
Dig My Grave with the Songs I've Sung
Oldman Manlove
Sweet Damnation
Holler Gillicutty
I Owe
Big Guns