Petite Debauche

Petite Debauche

 Penzance, England, GBR
BandRockAvant-garde

Deep, dark, dirty, psychedelic rock extravagence.

Biography

"Petite Debauche are not easy to pigeon-hole. Their music has such a wide basis of influence, that they create a sound that is truly original, whilst still remaining accessable.
At times pop, then folky, then heavy and groove based, the twists and turns of this band should make no sense at all, yet they pull it off with a great deal of charm, panache and downright flirtation." - Tamzin Wood, EchopressPR.com

Kattie Rosser (Vox, Rythm Guitar, Keys)
James Kettless (Electric Guitar, Bowed Guitar, Vox)
Victor Tomkinson (Baritone Guitar, Vox)
Alan Brookland (Drums, Percussion)

Originally formed in 2009 by James Kettless and Kattie Rosser as an acoustic duet, Petite Debauche have been prominent in playing around west cornwall, telling tales of love, life and debauchery.
The addition of Victor Tomkinson in 2010 added a more diverse element to their sound, with the band becoming more electric-based and re-working the tracks.
In early 2011 they re-launched as a four piece with first Symon Owers then Alan Brookland providing the drums. After a triumphant 10 months in the new format, Petite Debauche are hitting their stride, booking up for 2012 and entering the recording studio to create their first EP.

Influences include The Breeders, Talking Heads, Leonard Cohen, The Beatles, Nouvelle Vague, The Pixies, Velvet Underground, Dandy Warhols, Portishead, Massive Attack,
Nirvana, The Magic Numbers, Ben Taylor, Radiohead, Death In Vegas, Jim Morrison, Pink Floyd, The Rolling Stones, Led Zeppelin, Dave Grohl, Queens of the Stone Age, Iggy Pop, Beethoven, Prokofiev, Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds, every film we've ever seen...

Lyrics

The Seige

Written By: Kattie Rosser

Say something to the gentlemen guard at the door
Say something to the light not getting through anymore
Throw away every dream in your tiny mind
you are not my King, I am not your kind
Say something

All our nights have gone
and the time has come
to turn my broke down back on the precious one
Want to mix my blood with yours before I go
Your arms your lips your body in mine
painted such a pretty picture of a stolen time
Say something

I don't see your face in my dreams anymore
Take a long hard look at the stars little death
All the laughter has gone
from our house in the forest of thorns

I'm just a small small girl in the centre of a siege
and it breaks my heart to watch your courage leave
You know I can't look back cause if I ever do
I'll see the shell of a boy that I once knew
Say something

Sand Everywhere

Written By: Kattie Rosser

Not going to make a good boy bad
I'm good as gold
Heart filled with blood
or so I've been told
and you know it

Deep down but really I can see only the fear in your eyes
when they rest on my smile
Expectant of lies that I can't realise
but now that you mention I haven't well not for a while

I see myself in the morning
murder in the coming of winter
I save my own life, casual like
see myself across the barrier
my bones are white

Day after day there is sand everwhere
a smile barely there
and a kiss left behind in the night
The shape of a boy in the grains
at my feet to be met by the sea
and taken away from my sight

This is my bed
roof over my head
a place where I burrow alone
after you have all gone back home to your girlfriends
you'll never know me like I do

Looking at the stars for you
while they only have eyes for me
look at that it's really you
That much coveted vacant stare

Then the sun dips down over the last hill
sighs some colours into the bay
the dreams are the only friends I have
and you'll never know me like they do

They hold me in their arms in the morning
kissing me as I awake
and they talk to me like you never did
and you'll never know me like I do

Anaesthesia

Written By: Kattie Rosser

In seething air
wet salute of mouth
loiters in a blot

The flowers survive you
tumultuous fauna
basking in spoor
I bask in your spoor

I watch demarcation rise in
broken circles of an angry blue
Bring me your scars my beloved
come with your words in merciful vent

Because I bed down with the stars tonight
but still no light
just a sun too small for the sky

Are you thinking
what I'm thinking
Hiding with trees at night
in the no understanding

And just for tonight
I can speak about anything
and just for tonight
lip service carrying truth

Here I have no regard for myself
the dark the dirt the sand in my eyes
the constant flowing answers
carry me onto my knees
at the mouth of the sea

And things are playing out
like I saw them
and you are playing about
like I told you to

Take me to the end of the line

Arch Of A Sole

Written By: Kattie Rosser

Fables gasp
in velvet throes
Fables gasp
I can hear everything now

Blink of a star
burrowing train
silentious applause
on the rasp of a wing
Fables gasp

Front of line
in weary earth
Front of line
into the soldiers fold

Blink of a star
burrowing train
silentious applause
on the rasp of a wing
Shadow a forest felled
on the shells of my foreign infantry

Wake is laughter lulling iron
I see space when I close my eyes

Passer by
on lambretta
Bidding Italy goodbye
over a shoulder

Blink of a star
burrowing train
silentious applause
on the rasp of a wing
Shadow a forest felled
on the shells of my foreign infantry

I just felt the weight of a storm
I just felt all the bones fit

No Immediate Guarantees

Written By: Kattie Rosser

This morning I had barely time for murder
Since wednesday I had never a chance to frown
and then I took my
footsteps back from the fuhrer
and begin to see again

Do what you want go where to
nobody's following you
Look to the faces for answers
already whispered inside

Look to the stars the steady
and those who are falling for you
Swallow the questions
and try not to choke on your pride

Look to the moon and the stare back at you
saying everythings gone
but the sand in your shoe
By letting them go we can keep
such a beautiful thing alive
I open my palm and I let them all fly away
Close your hand make a fist and you'll
crush everything that exists

By Sunday i had broken all my vows
Thank fuck for that 'cause I never signed up
for this shit anyway
When I hear the sea call so intimately
as I turn myself round so gently
I begin to breathe again

Look to the moon and the stare back at you
saying everythings gone
but the sand in your shoe
By letting them go we can keep
such a beautiful thing alive
I open my palm and I let them all fly away
Close your hand make a fist and you'll
crush everything that exists

Perfect pretty boy antidote
I'n not an object a girl anymore
There are no immediate guarantees
There are no immediate guarantees

Discography

Individual Tracks (streaming)

Anaesthesia
The Seige
Arch Of A Sole
Sand Everywhere
Bloodsport
Soundless Exit
Guilty
Come Quietly
No Immediate Guarantees
Skin

Other Tracks

Exposure
Value
Fireworks
Hot Morning On Moon
Are You My...?
Dogma
Blue Square

Set List

Guilty
Come Quietly
Value
It's Only Love (Ben Taylor cover)
Dogma
Fireworks
Skin
Anaesthesia
Exposure
No Immediate Guarantees
Are You My...?
The Seige
Sand Everywhere
Bloodsport
Arch Of A Sole
Soundless Exit