Los Salvadores

Los Salvadores

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Los Salvadores combine traditional folk music with orchestral & theatrical influences; instruments include French horn, violin & 4-part vocal harmonies. Based in Kent, many of the band's songs draw on their home county’s rich history and folklore, providing a modern soundtrack to traditional tales.

Biography

Los Salvadores combine traditional folk music with a wide range of orchestral and theatrical influences. Their line-up includes French horn, violin, accordion, acoustic guitar and a newly acquired cellist, as well as 4 part vocal harmonies. Based in Kent, many of the band's songs draw on their home county’s rich history and folklore, providing a modern soundtrack to traditional tales.

In the last year Los Salvadores have shared a stage with the likes of Eliza Carthy, Jez lowe, Ade Edmondson and the Bad Shepherds, Tunng and Emily Barker and the Red Clay Halo, and have performed at folk festivals up and down the country.

Their all-original set ranges from instrumentals to a cappellas and plainchant. Last summer they were booked for festivals including Crawley and Wessex folk festivals, and Rochester’s Sweeps Festival. Concerts for the upcoming months include a Kent based theatre tour and a sold out, self-promoted show on a 100 year old Thames sailing barge.

Their music has been played on BBC Radio 1 and Radio 6 as well as many folk stations nationwide.

Lyrics

The Plunderer

Written By: Gareth Arnold

Hurry, quickly, there’s nothing to see here
The vows are set, the parting shot’s been fired
In this game of roulette with all the chambers filled
Engagement ends with bloodless coup
The old regime has been killed off and now he starts anew

The old guard banished by these vows
Forgotten now among the boughs
Exiled from this foreign land he found

Don’t stand on ceremony
Take these richer lies and find them true
His sights are drawn on perfect lines

Draw the bolt shut, there’s nothing to see here
This door has slammed the bridge set light burns
bright the incandescence fanned. None of his
chambers filled, the echoes bounce off bloodless walls
His time filled by reprising rhymes yet nothing rhymes at all

The old guard banished by these vows
Forgotten now among the boughs
Exiled from this foreign land he found

Don’t stand on ceremony
Take these richer lies and find them true
His sights are drawn on perfect lines

Two-way mirror casting back
United image of attack
Fault lines crawl across this sheet
Cracks appear, and twist and meet
Tempered glass still breaks and shatters

Mistress of Distress and the Incredible Shrinking Man

Written By: Martin Whiskin

Incredible shrinking man
Gasping at the thoughts whilst I’m gasping for air
Palming at the walls because I want to keep away beyond
Desert me? Save me! The floorboards are dirty
But I’d rather stand here than stand alone
This is the story of the Mistress of Distress & The Incredible Shrinking Man

He snatched my potion and then he drunk it all
But it was laced with, and by, the Queen of Spades
He used to measure in at twelve foot-eight.
The potion started off to have its way

La la la la la

His trusty, husky steed left to rust and freeze and wear
It must be ugly for him to want to leave it there

Clinging to her finger – a giant of a man
Wrapping round the knuckle, he’s one inch….up and down
Down sounds terminal, momentous every one a winner
Shine it up, still looking good
But if he ever understood the meanings and turns of phrase

I made a doormat straight from iron
It made it very difficult for him to leave
For there were magnets stuck in between
And there were nails that I bored through his feet

La la la la la

His visor slams shut, stick insects get to work
Hushing his words
He’s tarnished now, no chance for another ride
Polly Peptide has died. Poor girl
Infected he’s nothing he’s selfless

Flicking flicker books faster so he cannot blink
For ages the pages show, show him what he’s told to think

Clinging to her finger – a giant of a man
Wrapping round the knuckle, he’s one inch….up and down
Down sounds terminal, momentous every one a winner
Shine it up, still looking good
But if he ever understood the meanings and turns of phrase

All along we’ve moved along the fronts we’ve never known
Fire fights that lit the skies are straps around my throat

The Last Soiree

Written By: Martin Whiskin

Back drop leant in hard
Those props are gone

Royalty said the show must extend
Run along with broken legs
Searching for the cast forever lasts
How they’d been written out of the show
It’s academic, that’s entertainment
For you, for you

Back drop leant in hard
Those props are gone
Cracking at the changes that were made to the script
To find it changed for the best, to find our feet could not rest
Rest assured the door hangs on a hinge, never to return

If this is the last soiree
Could we encore?
Look up, look out, please bow
This is not yet the last soiree, but another masquerade

Stared at the lipstick making coin sized mouths
And the wigs that made a brow frown
Shadows at the sides funnelled sight
How we’d been written out of the show
It’s academic, that’s entertainment
For you, for you

When doubt set in hard
New stars were born
Cracking at the lashes that were made with the whip
We pulled our hearts from our chest, and found our feet could not rest
Rest assured the door hangs on a hinge, never to return

If this is the last soiree
Could we encore?
Look up, look out, please bow
This is not yet the last soiree, but another masquerade

So many extras have fallen in the circle
To the circle where the orchestra sits
Come the so low solo, the last post left in bits
And pieces spread all over
We are clinging to lecterns

Turn keys in the locks
Flip on the lights
Cracking at the changes that we made to the script
To find we changed for the best, to find our feet could not rest
Rest assured the door hangs on a hinge, you never can return

If this is the last soiree
Could we encore?
Look up, look out, please bow
This is not yet the last soiree

Discography

Wasps, Birds and Clients (2009)
Stuck Between the Devil and the Deep Blue Sea (2010)
The Incredible Shrinking Man (2011)

We've had songs aired on Radio 1, the Tom Robinson show on 6 Music, BBC introducing and the radio Kent folk show.

Set List

We play up to 1 hour 30 minutes of original material:

Lady Lovibond
The Plunderer
Leviathan
Holly Shore
Give Into the Clown
Old Diesel Engine
I, the Ventriloquial Figure
Edgar of Arrogant Class
Bill Ruffian
Red Blood on a White Horse
Drinking Song
Smuggler's Leap
Mistress of Distress and the Incredible Shrinking Man
Bartholomew's Day
Last Soiree
These Trees
Ignore The Sketcher