Rapid Fiction

Rapid Fiction

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Dark electro rock. Captivates you with intriguing lyrics and electrifying melodies. Drowned in Sound says "the whole thing reeks of a sublimity most residents of suburban Britannia haven't witnessed since Live Aid".

Biography

Rapid Fiction started in 2004 when Carl Thompson and Nick Mann pooled their creative talent and has since expanded incrementally like the hole in the ozone layer (except they sound better). Hugo Bronstein was looking for wild sex and found them. Demis Kyriacou was looking for a car and found them. Marc Picazo was probably just looking for muffins when he found them. They didn’t have a policy on only employing people with good surnames; it just panned out that way.

Hailed as dark, edgy and enigmatic, with a touch of captivating madness, they have been compared to early Roxy, Interpol, The Killers, The Cure, Joy Division and The Faint. They

The band has a popular following within London’s growing alternative, electro, glam rock clubs, giving a refreshing and unsettlingly addictive break from the safer sounds on offer around the capital.

Having appeared at the renowned Underworld in Camden and Madam Jo Jos in Soho, Rapid Fiction have also played at among others, the decadently glam Club Bohemia and Deviant in Islington, The Twisted Club, The Rhythm Factory, Sound and The Metro Club. They have also forayed into North-East England, and intend to spread their influence further afield in the near future.

A single, Pristine 18, will be released in April, which follows the search for the face of the record, attracting 19 models and nearly 24,000 votes on a dedicated site – www.pristine18.co.uk.

Lyrics

Pristine 18

Written By: Nick Mann

Blue screen Marlene

No still in the safe scene

Twist for your lite voyeur

Sharp curves and clean allure

The itch of the club queen

The touch on the black sheen

Through the bars she’s singing

And in the zone she’s waiting

Pristine 18

I want what you’re faking

And I like what you’re taking

Routine unseen

What are you off screen?

Tell me is it true:

Does the front go right through you?

Slow-lit figurine all austere

Under the glass in here

Come out the trance pristine

And wrap around your submachine

Pristine 18

I want what you’re faking

And I like what you’re taking

Narcostar

Written By: Nick Mann

I can watch you like MTV

You’re talking all the week inane

Tell me about the time you got so high

And the time your friend got killed

There’s sun on the bombs

Narcostar

There’s sun on the bombs

Incoming

There’s sun on the bombs

I can see your lines so fine

And I’ll be watching when they all collide

Will the karma come around to pick you up?

Or turn out the lights and drive by?

There’s sun on the bombs

Narcostar

There’s sun on the bombs

Incoming

There’s sun on the bombs

Sounds Like Sand

Written By: Nick Mann

Anonymous breath runs through my fingers

With a sound like sand

Like time running out

Like the sand this is built on

Is your rock beneath me?

Is your rock beneath me?

Somebody turns to me again

And I prove myself

To the next in line

Where it’s never deep

Where we walk away…

Where we walk away… unsplintered.

Like a ring thrown away

sinks faster than you can dive after,

I’m never deep, I always float,

But the cigarette after sticks in my throat.

Her aftertaste

Cuts through the flesh

Like trauma splinters

And the fragments burn

So I take another

So I take another.

We wear the absence

Like heroin

But we lose our grip

With the time between us

And I rub you out

As you rub me out.

Like a ring thrown away

sinks faster than you can dive after,

I`m never deep, I always float,

But the cigarette after sticks in my throat.

Discography

'Pristine 18' single of the week on Pulse Rated and continues to be played regularly on the station. Also played on XFM Unsigned and Radio Electrowahn (Germany).

'Pristine 18' and 'Narcostar' is played on the Digital Runoff radio show, Sheffield, and several internet radio stations.

Set List

35 minutes set.

8 songs as follows:
Intro
Phone
Narcostar
Pristine 18
Rock needs a Massacre
Sounds like Sand
Storm Blond
Sheet Music
Discourse
Tattoo