The Spitfires

The Spitfires

 Perth, Western Australia, AUS
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Introducing The Spitfires, Perth’s answer to an age decimated by global financial turmoil and riots throughout the major cities. Known for a sound described as "Rage against the Smiths", raucous and unpredictable live shows and enough controversy to warrant expulsion from mainstream music forever.

Biography

Introducing The Spitfires, Perth’s answer to an age decimated by global financial turmoil and riots throughout the major cities. United at the height of the recession as an outlet to vent their frustration against the state of the world, the result of the band’s one part Liverpool [UK], two parts Perth [AUS] hybrid concept has been controversial from the start following a stream of raucous and unpredictable live shows, being blacklisted throughout the local industry for declaring Perth music “crap” live on air and receiving legal threats from a major radio station in response to their notorious publicity campaigns.

After only 5 months together, the band had already released their debut EP, Firestorm. The raw sounding EP was recorded, mixed and mastered in only two days and received widespread positive reviews. The EP introduced a sound that was as intellectually punk rock as it was steeped in classic British Pop and correspondingly cocky.

The follow up Dead? Good! EP garnered national airplay, support slots for the likes of The Cribs & British India, a headlining tour of the UK and industry showcases at the One Movement Festival. With a sound described as “combining a healthy dose of The Jam's jangling energy and anecdotal lyrics with a dollop of The Cure's early punk leanings” (Blunt Magazine, issue 91), The EPs showcased the versatility of the band. With songs like Fox News and Beat the Bankers, the band created political anthems for the current generation contrasted by tracks like Shallow Grave and Skeletons that focus on the darker aspect of their lives, delving into the bands more introspective side.

The core of The Spitfires is Sean Regan’s outspoken ethos that a band is only limited by itself and having no excuse for mediocrity. As the reiteration of this uncompromising intent, the drum and bass team of Brad Stevens and Paul Bovenkerk provide the perfect backbone for Regan’s dextrous ideas and melodies alike.

The Spitfires’ latest generation of songs further encapsulate the band’s knack for a punchy chorus and clever turn of phrase. The rawness and sardonic wit of their live shows has worked its way into the song writing-process, accompanied by a greater sense of self-awareness and an increasingly dark sense of humour on their debut album.

The first single Smile, a dark tale of drunkenness and excess at a funeral, saw the band back on the road touring Australia and Japan in support of the release, picking up extensive community and JJJ national airplay along the way. 2012 Will see The Spitfires return to tour Europe for the release of the follow up single Suffer Kate before returning to Australia to release their debut album.

As a collective, The Spitfires’ unusual pedigree places them beautifully in the Australian music scene as both the outsider and the local... a perfectly fitting outcome for a band whose musical background is as varied as what they’ve done with it.

'What can be said about The Spitfires? They’re punk, they’re dirty, fast and in your face... If you like your punk hard and grimy, The Spitfires are for you, But to all the So–Cal punksters, don't bother.' fasterlouder.com

'Musically inspired by everything UK from The Smiths to the Arctic Monkeys, The Spitfires' Dead? Good! is dead good.' Drum Magazine

'The Spitfires...more energy than you can squash into a Red Bull can' fasterlouder.com

Lyrics

Shallow Grave

Written By: Sean Regan

I love the way that you dress, oh you’re such a meticulous mess
Well conversed in the latest fads but I must confess
I wish someone would flouroscend you straight to the depths of hell
Cause Vanity and Pride’s the only thing at which you excel

I don’t want to be scene I just need to be heard
I think there’s more to life than the clothes that you wear
Dancing in a Shallow Grave

Did you read all of Camus? What you dropped out of art school too?
Sophisticated Dilettante I’m afraid it’s true
The superficial way you treat the world, Oh how I detest
Your monosyllabilic stanzas am I really meant to be impressed?

I don’t want to be scene I just need to be heard
I think there’s more to life than the clothes that you wear
Never listen to a word that I say
Dancing in a shallow grave
Never listen to a word that I say
Dancing in a shallow grave

Well if you’re gonna be seen time to act like the herd
The only way to be heard is get with the scene
I mean nobody gives a damn about the things you say
and fitting in ain’t such a sin, ok?
You need your skin tight, drain pipes get the right type
maybe some old tat, trilby hat, you’re lookin all that
With you’re a-line cut and a melancholy strut
everyone is gonna love you cause your just like me but…

I don’t want to be scene
I just need to be heard
But your never gonna give us a chance oh no no no

I don’t want to be scene I just need to be heard
I don’t want to be scene I just need to be heard
Never listen to a word that I say
Dancing in a shallow grave
Never listen to a word that I say
Dancing in a shallow grave

Smile

Written By: Sean Regan

Smile, It's a funeral least it's not your own,
Dance, round the alter, down the aisle out to the old tombstones

and you know it's what he would have wanted, and you know it's what he would have wanted
are you sure?

Jimmy's feeling black now he's down on his back, with the room spinning round and round,
He couldn't take much more now he's down on the floor, with the sorrows that he thought he'd drowned
Smile, It's a wake at least it's not your last,
Dance,on the tables and the chairs until the moment's has passed

and you know it's what he would have wanted, and you know it's what he would have wanted
all the miles and miles of broken smiles, I never thought you could be so cold
and you know it's what he would have wanted


The hours slip away beneath a sea of booze and fags
as a pissed old fart stares up at a framed photograph
of a young man sent away to die in a foreign land
to defend this pub and everything for which it stands
while in the dark distance Bells Chime, Time Gentlemen

The bar is closed, step out into the cold, we should have left so long ago
arguments rage, can't tempers be controlled? your opinions something I would rather forgo
and Outside aunties dispense valuable pieces of their mind to the young lads who cremate cigarettes in your honour

as I kick the dirt from my heels, tell myself it's alright, but nothing's ever right at a China White funeral
it wasn't what he wanted,
and I know it wasn't what he wanted
and I know it wasn't what he wanted
and I know it wasn't what he wanted

Suffer Kate

Written By: Sean Regan

Baby, don't you go demean yourself, please find yourself somebody else, anybody but me, don't you see,

We're just a fucked up Nuclear family trapped back in the 19th century
and if you come and join me baby maybe, you'll never ever get to be free.

It's getting harder and harder everyday,
because our gene pool's shrinking, we're wasting away
To maintain our Champagne's not been so easy of late oh no,
We're gonna make you suffer Kate,

My aunty's got a pit bull she's called dorothy, a real fierce bitch inbred to the extreme, still the dog's no better if you know what I mean, alright!

We're just a fucked up Nuclear family trapped back in the 19th century
and if you come and join us baby maybe, you'll never ever get to be free.

It's getting harder and harder everyday,
because our genepool's shrinking, we're wasting away
To maintain our Champagne's not been so easy of late
We're gonna make you suffer Kate,
It's getting harder and harder everyday,
because our genepool's shrinking, we're wasting away
To maintain our Champagne's not been so easy of late
We're gonna make you suffer Katie oh don't you know!

My mother's watching over me (you), from the pages of the daily Express and the reruns on the ITV, why can't they just let her be?
It's alright though, 'cause you can take her place by my side, hang on cheap comemerative plates, in the council estates, come sacrifice your life and be the heart of the nation!

Getting harder and harder everyday,
because our genepool's shrinking, we're wasting away
To maintain our Champagne's not been so easy of late oh no!
We're gonna make you suffer Katy oh don't you know!
and my brother's a Bastard, Oh yeah!
who loves getting plastererd, Oh yeah!
and my Grandad's a racist, a disgraceful existence still we're gonna make you Suffer Kate!

Well I think she should run a mile,
steer clear of the tunnels though,
still I quite fancy her sister...mmm... alright.

Everybody Else

Written By: Sean Regan

Everybody Else
Tried to write a love song the other day
Started out alright, but now it’s all gone astray
No it’s not my fault that things turned out like this
In matters of the heart I regret to say that I’m remiss

I could be the same as everybody else
I’m callous to the core, I only ever care about myself
No it’s not my fault that things turned out like this
In matters of the heart I regret to say that I’m remiss
If only I could live the quiet life and never give a shit about wrong or right
So if you want to get ahead in life my dear
Go rent a flat, get a car and a great career
I don’t want to be like everybody else

There’s nothing in this town worth staying for,
We drink they fight, the bands are shite, well who could ever want for more
Banging your heart against the wall starts to take its toll, because they’re digging up the dirt
As you’re tearing out your soul and I don’t think they’ll ever know no no no

It’s not my fault that things turned out like this
In matters of the heart I regret to say that I’m Remiss
If only I could live the quiet life and never give a shit about wrong or right
‘Cause if you want to get ahead in life my dear
Go rent a flat, get a car and a great career (that you hate)
I don’t want to be like everybody else

Now everybody’s caught up in their own roles,
But I can’t live a life when I’m under control
If I’ve got my place and you’ve got yours,
Then I’ll take the stage you can keep the dance floors
And though we never really saw eye to eye,
We faced them all hand in hand until the day it died, who knows why?
I don’t want to be like everybody else
I could never be like anybody else
Who would want to be like everybody else?

Radio Control

Written By: Sean Regan

I don’t need, I don’t need to know, I don’t need no Radio Control,
I don’t need no sound advice, no sound advice from you.
No you can’t, you can’t stand the way, you can’t stand a single thing I play,
So I won’t get the time of day, the time of day from you.

So what? You really bore me, sound off and just ignore me,
You’re irrelevant to us and that’s all you’ll ever be.

No I’m not going to fade away,
I’m not going to change my ways for you.
They’re the only things that make me stand,
Against the terrible things you do.

I’m immune, I’m immune to you, I’ve turned numb to everything you do,
Same thing spinning round and round, again and again and again and again.
Sacred Cow, where are you now? Used to be so holier than though,
Lost your way, or so they say, you never lived up to the hype they made.

Well so what? You really bore me, sound off and just ignore me,
You’re irrelevant to us and that’s all you’ll ever be and…

I’m not going to fade away, I’m not going to change my ways for you.
They’re the only things that make me stand, Against those terrible things you do.

I don’t need, I don’t need to know, I don’t need no Radio Control,
I don’t need no sound advice from you.
Flavour of the week but they’ll never stay and we’ll still be here when they’ve faded away,
Radio Control’s got nothing over me.

No I’m not going to fade away, I’m not going to change my ways and sell out,
Everything that makes me stand, Against the terrible things you do.

No I don’t need, I don’t need to know, I don’t need no Radio Control,
I don’t need no sound advice from you.
Flavour of the week but they’ll never stay and we’ll still be here when they’ve faded away
Dancing on their ashes just wait and see, Radio Control’s got nothing over me

5000 Friends

Written By: Sean Regan

5000 Friends, 5000 Friends, 5000 Friends, 5000 Friends

I’ve got 5000 friends and they never come round for tea
But that’s not really worrying me you see
I’ve got a girl on the other side of the world
I might even have two or three
And we share everything we own
You can take our pictures but you’ll never steal our soul!

I’ve got 5000 friends and we never go out at night
But I still think we’re pretty tight alright
I clearly see that they’re keeping their eye on me
We’re losing all our privacy
And we share everything we own
You can take our pictures but you’ll never steal our soul!

5000 Friends, 5000 Friends, 5000 Friends, Oh Yeah!

You’ll never need to be alone
‘Cause I’m gonna stalk you with my mobile phone
We can play tag until the morning light,
Who needs love when you’ve got likes?

5000 Friends and we do what we like
5000 Friends and we do what we like
5000 Friends and we do what we like
5000 Friends and we do what we like
5000 Friends, 5000 Friends, 5000 Friends, 5000 Friends,
5000 Friends, 5000 Friends, 5000 Friends

Skeletons

Written By: Sean Regan

You’ve got lost your chest is getting tight you stop, something’s screaming out at you in the dark,
Are you scared? You’d better turn around and run away, from all the damp and decay, behind those cemetery gates.

You’ve skipped town but I’ve hunted you down, I’ll chase you all around the world I’m always hanging around, by your side how you tried to keep me hidden inside, bury all of your shame, but I’m tied to your name.
Your friends can’t see me but they see that I am here yeah, they see all the…

Skeletons, we know all your secrets, all your hidden regrets, these bones will dance all night,
We’re hanging in your closet so you never forget your crimes.

I’ve crawled up from the dark recess you drop, You know I’ll find those thoughts that you tried to repress, I’m like the sound that resounds around those funeral mounds, all the fear that you feel inside these old church grounds,

Clattering our bones on faded headstones must be all your

Skeletons, We know all your secrets, all your hidden regrets, These bones will dance all night,
We’re Hanging in your closet so you never forget all your
Skeletons, We know all your secrets, all your hidden regrets, These bones will dance all night,
We’re hanging in your closet so you never forget your crimes

Out of the corner of your eyes at the back of your mind there’s your skeletons waiting for you,
Don’t you know we’re never gonna stay a secret for long, we know every little thing you’ve done wrong.
All those lovers that you couldn’t please in bed, and your brothers that you left behind for dead
You hear us whisper every wicked word they’ve said, ‘cause we know everything that’s trapped in your head that’s paranoia for ya…

Skeletons, we’re never gonna leave you, nobody will believe your apologies for the things that you’ve done, we’ll never let you move on oh no
We are your Skeletons and we’re always gonna haunt you, forever there to taunt you, resurrect your past and it’s such a disaster for everyone to behold… what a sight to behold
Skeletons, Skeletons, Skeletons, Skeletons, Skeletons, Skeletons, Skeletons, Skeletons,
Skeletons, Skeletons, Skeletons, These bones won’t rest in peace.

Discography

The Spitfires - 'The Firestorm' EP 2009 - Australian Regional Airplay

The Spitfires - 'Dead? Good' EP 2010 - Australian + UK Regional Airplay

The Spitfires - 'Smile' Single 2011 - Australian Regional + National Airplay (JJJ)

Set List

Shallow Grave
Radio Control
Fox News
Suffer Kate
Smile
Thank You! Capitalism
Young Liberal
Skeletons
Camden Town
Qui Aime
My Disappointment Never Dies
Jumped
Ravensthorpe
Guns

Set Length - 45 Minutes + 10 minute encore

Optional Covers

The Killers - Change Your Mind
Faithless - Mass Destruction
The Libertines - Can't Stand Me Now, Don't Look Back Into the Sun