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David Farmer
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David Farmer Fantastic, smart music. 'This is Not a Fire' is an absolute stomper. Please to make more music for my face and ears. Favorite track: This Is Not A Fire.
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Bardolomeus I feel the need to emphasize that I LOVE the way this EP is produced, because I did read some review that was all about "punk attitude" which felt like someone was listening to a different record (unless punk refers to pure and no bullshit)...also, gotta love the vocal control on display. So, that's out there! Thanks for this awesome music!
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kevin buckles Have now had a chance to fully digest this little gem ep - delicious hors d'œuvre for next year's full album release. Favourite track This Is Not A Fire which shows Michael Woodman's vocal prowess at its best. Great light and shade too musically. Roll on next year !!
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Garmonbozia 04:27
Garmonbozia. Hate your time and fury. Electricity from pure air. We have descended from pure air. You come in out of the dark. You come in pieces, pieces. Rising and falling forever. Rising and falling again. Rising and falling forever. Rising and falling, You come in out of the dark. You come in from outside.
Tzizimime 03:35
From Emmonak down to Versailles, there’s rabbit holes full up with wine. Go get yourself 400 high on the vine. All holy itch and hot belief, still growing branches for their teeth. Turn your body into a tree; say you can drink what you can draw from me. Wherever you go, still digging in your heels until you’re fed. If you’re not built for the snow, then come on back to bed. M.N.O. Drag him round from door to door, Like a pit bull with a locking jaw.
Can't stay here - too stupid to run away. Take shallow comfort in cold calling end times - so come fill my boots up. Allium cepa, I don't care, I'll give it a shot. Shake thought from the skull. This is not a fire. If you can't eat it, then it means nothing. Soon as you own it, well it gets jaded quickly. If you can't spin it, just go to sleep before it gives you ideas. Morbid effluvia. Read your bright bright miasma - it must be true.When you caps lock that at me. Infernal vaccine - I don't care, I just wanna laugh, shake thought from the skull. This is not a fire. If you can't eat it, then it means nothing. Soon as you own it, well it gets jaded quickly. If you can't spin it, you have to kill before it shows you up. It doesn't come back because it wants a scratch behind its ears. It comes back cos it's hungry. One night’s feverish dream conjures Mesopotamia. You float a thousand yards above the desert, hidden genius in your ear. Whispering, “bring your electric ships through Euphratean canals - we love you just the way you are”. COMPARE. SHARE. COMPARE. This isn't a fire, whatever they told you. I DON'T WANT TO READ IT. I’LL SPIT IT RIGHT IN YOUR FACE, IN YOUR FACE AGAIN.I’LL DO IT OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER.D20
Ballerina, blood on each shoe. Thou blockhead painted bright blue. City whistles, cut off my hair. Satisfaction at one with despair. Beloved father, beloved son, sing on the roof - drums so loud. They ring out for leagues. Faster than you can cross yourself, flowers unfold; you gaze upon the exaltation of your own beating heart. They ring out for leagues. Ring out for leagues. Ring out for leagues. Knotted body, tonalli to steal. Wounded walls and mirror pierced through. Cave and shell and cenote revealed. Tzompantli - flanked by your beloved father, beloved son. Sing on the roof. Untangled hearts. They ring out for leagues. They ring out for leagues. Faster, than you can cross yourself. Gaze upon the exaltation of your own beating heart. Satisfaction twinned with despair. Faster. Ring out for leagues.


The voice of the genius was heard again:

“See, O mortal, what the efforts of man can accomplish. He has known how to employ the forces of nature, and prosperity has promptly taken the place of desolation. I shall reveal to thee the secret of the power of this people. Science has made them free. They live comfortably to the laws of reason. Impregnated with all noble ideas, they have become the most civilised people on earth. They have known how to avail themselves of the greatest force of the universe – electricity. This has increased the forces of man a hundredfold. This small corner of Asia shows thee what later on the surface of the globe will become.”

From ‘Babylon Electrified’ - recounted by Albert Bleunard (1889).

So begins this lost tale of human misadventure; the story of Victorian MP and visionary Lord James Badger, who, under divine instruction almost two hundred years ago, set out to conquer nature and “restore” the civilisations of Mesopotamia with the new power of Electricity.

...fast-forward 140 years...

...to a chance encounter with an illustration from Bleunard’s forgotten book, preserved in the digital archives of The British Library. It beguiles and intrigues our own modern explorer and musical adventurer, Michael Woodman, who has stumbled across it quite by chance while looking for his own spark of inspiration.
In the image, a pith-helmeted Englishman is atomized by technology he hoped would transform the canals of the Euphrates, all because he followed the instructions of an angelic visitation.
In this promethean moment, Michael and his accomplices in Thumpermonkey are irresistibly propelled forward on their own epic musical journey, The theme of the songs that make up Thumpermonkey's new EP 'Electricity' echoes that of the distant past - the luminous magnificence of human foolishness.
Pith helmets remain optional. Little else has changed.


released October 13, 2017

Written / Recorded 2017
Recorded at Urchin Studios
Recorded and mixed by Al Green
Mastered by Robin Schmidt
Produced by Thumpermonkey

Michael Woodman - Vox / Guitar
Rael Jones - Guitar / Keys
Sam Warren - Bass
Ben Wren - Drums


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Thumpermonkey London, UK

A person in space, walking, or adrift, but safe, exploring, freedom, discovery.

A clockwork piano contraption, like a giant ballerina box, but turning a big totem pole, around which smart office dressed people slowly dance with dead glazed eyes as a slightly out of tune slow Satie-like Lydian melody loops round.

White men in pith helmets hunting large animals to extinction.
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