La Rocca

La Rocca

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When the London Sunday Times mentions your live show in the same breath as Coldplay, Keane and Doves you are onto something VERY special. La Rocca have just relocated to L.A., where they recorded their debut LP with Tony Hoffer (Beck, Air, Supergrass) and expect to release the album in 2006.

Biography

The Band:
* Bjorn Baillie – vocals, guitar
* Nick Haworth – keyboards, guitar, vocals
* Simon Baillie – bass, vocals
* Alan Redmond - drums

Onetwothreefour lads living large in Dublin City via Cardiff via Bristol…but mostly via an unrefined neck oilery and cocktail bar named The La Rocca - a den of iniquity serving elixirs that offer danger and deliverance by the glass and as fine a place as any to fire the first shots for a true rock ‘n roll band.

Fate turns on a tuppence. For La Rocca it spun on a chance 2am meeting at the turn of the 21st century between college reprobates Bjorn and Nick – one drunk, one sober, neither boy backward in coming forward about their love of a good tune. One jam, a dozen bottles and coupla phone calls later, the feral confederacy of magnificent bastards known as La Rocca was born.

Cue the Roaring Years – an era of strange days, and stranger nights.

This was shared house living at its worst and home recording at its best. In between we’re talking about rampant unrepentant gig piggery, touring high n low, far n wide on the black ribbons to God Knows Where, lugging gear, living on scraps, coasting on fumes, kicking out jams, running from guns, doing it for the Cash (Johnny), bowing to The Boss (Bruce) and playing longer, harder and straighter for the people than any damn band going.

Then the breaks. Cracking the charts and airwaves with EP Sing, Song, Sung (unofficially Drink, Drank, Drunk), landing a 1500 seater gig with Jet where they watched the rider from heaven disappear inside the roadie from hell, sharing stages with The Vines and Death in Vegas, touring Australia and the US, then blowing the roof clear off South by Southwest in 2004.

All the while, La Rocca were breathing heavy down the neck of a dream. Dangerbird Records and Chrysalis publishing in the US chased ‘em down and having signed on the line for future greatness, the band set about walking it.

Which brings us to The Now: four Irish devils deep in the City of Angels, LA feverishly recording their debut long-player with the erstwhile Tony Hoffer (Beck, Air, Supergrass) by day… and by night, painting the town golden brown with their rolling thunder sound.

As we speak, La Rocca are in the final throes of corralling 30-40 songs in the legendary Sound Factory studio – tunes about love, hate, action, death – a hit-list herd of wild horses being quietly whipped into rock ‘n roll racehorses soon to be unleashed around the world.

Already, the biz is abuzz:, legend Neil Young has tuned in, famed producer Daniel Lanois (Bob Dylan, U2, Peter Gabriel) is lauding them loud and proud, The Strokes are said to be running scared, and Jack White (or was that Jack Black?) was recently seen jigging like a fish at one of their gigs.

2006 might be the year of our Lord… but it belongs to LA ROCCA.

Lyrics

Opening Act (in the dark)

Written By: B. Baillie / La Rocca

the country movement never bothered my heels/cause the radio stations bought up all the satellite deals/to only play jazz and a little bit of rock 'n roll

the pirate banjo let out something obscene/so the people got together and elected a queen/and now she was the darling of any storybook

and its hard, when the weather doesn't change
and its hard, when your children call you by your name
oh Lord, did you sleep alright?
well i don't, i get no peace at night
oh please, will you light a spark

cause i'm in the band
we're the opening act in the dark

they said the marquee couldn't host a fire/but when the sky raged for weeks, and couldn't get any higher/well we wrapped up our bags and headed for the coast

two lazy doctors left their beds for a joke/full of hairy premonitions and a baby who smoked/well now he'll make the grade, so give us your diamond glove

and its hard, when the weather doesn't change
and its hard, when your children call you by your name
oh Lord, did you sleep alright?
well i don't, i get no peace at night
oh please, will you light a spark

cause i'm in the band
we're the opening act in the dark

the minutes said that my speech was fine/maybe a little short on breath, but a little long on time/well the main thing was my shoes got worn out

then Daisy told me just who Robert kissed/seems his mother liked to party, but only with her kids/what a roundabout way to announce your greatest hits

Sketches (20 Something Life)

Written By: B. Baillie / La Rocca

all i have's this journal that i write/ sketches of a twenty-something life/ glory pieces shining on a page/ boxing nights of disappointing rage/ legends never leave an ounce of flesh/ colour fades a memory like death/ i mistook with all the strength i had / words laid down in mornings' turning sad/

left a window seat for who may pass/ long to see a skirt or cotton blouse/ inside of a womans' changing room/ got invited back, gave opinion too/ coloured queen, a winters' night in a bath/ can you hear this prose tease out a laugh/

cause all i have's this journal that i write/ sketches of a twenty something life

never got to see the mighty sands/ settled for a back row in the stand/ many New Years Eves' i've spent alone/ shaking with the fear while crawling home/ digging even deeper down for oil/ to fuel the fire roaring in my soul/ of course i wanted credit where it's due/ feel so very blessed to play with you/

we get over everything it seems/ wide awake while all around is dream/ dig your Autumn taste and marriage need/ for half a piece of mind, i'll mine your peace/ using every face i run into/ take a seat and tell me something new/

cause all i have's this journal that i write/ sketches of a twenty-something life

maybe when i travel left of town i could play the twenty-something down/ pretend i've won the lottery and sing/ get into the mansion house and/ bring, a bottle opened slowly at the door/ added to the missing lions' roar/

didn't we go looking for the place/ where all our inspiration wrote their face/ telephone kept buzzing on the plane/ filming what could never be again/

all i have's this journal that i write/ sketches of a twenty-something life

Cambodia

Written By: B.Baillie / La Rocca

when will you put a smile on my face
and lift all this undecided-ness
and when will you go turn it around
can i shoot while you go to ground
can i shoot while you go to ground

Cambodia, what got you
Cambodia, what got you

didn't i knock before i came in
here's my id in Mandarin
face the way the bullets will fly
Pilgers' men got to see your eyes
Pilgers' men got to see your eyes

Cambodia, what got you
Cambodia, what got you

Discography

Sing, Song, Sung EP - Irish version
Sing, Song, Sung EP - Australian version
Sing, Song, Sung EP - US version

Set List

With a repertoire of well over 40 original songs the La Rocca set is a wildly swinging beast, depending on the town and our frame of mind. At the moment the set consists of the backbone of what will become our debut album. 14 - 16 songs clocking in at a respectable rock and roll hour long set.

Songs may include -

this life
cambodia
sketches (20 something life)
sing song sung
cats
if you need the morning
capitol pill
eyes while open
some you give away
stun
i dance to stupid songs
the truth
built a gun

and more...........