Thirty five millimeters trapped in filmstrip amber
I have only seen you in a video painting
Yet I thought I saw you rendered real
With hair and skin and bone and blood
Standing in the gallery, and we were both observers
Long live the new flesh
Yours is the new flesh
Long live the new flesh
Yours is the new flesh
There's a certain irony with you among the paintings
Thinking feeling as you're looking filling in the gestalt spaces
The Isle of La Grande Jatte and the aura of yourself colliding
I have only seen you when you're trapped inside a narrative
Pretending to be someone else in hues of red and green and blue
Pretending to be someone else in hues of red and green and blue
Long live the new flesh
Yours is the new flesh
Long live the new flesh
Yours is the new flesh
Your name's not yours, your name is your character's
Disappear now more fully into fiction
Let the camera eye take you
Transform and translate you
Broadcast you out as pure information
Get back inside the television
Get back inside the television
Get back in the television, get the clap on television
Long live the new flesh, yours is the new flesh
Get back in the television, get the clap on television
Long live the new flesh, yours is the new flesh
A four-track bout between two of Australia's most formidable post-punk groups, fueled by wiry guitar riffs and vibrant, timely lyrics. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 19, 2022