rose is the forthcoming self titled debut album by the new glasgow band.

witness some of rose's snapshots of city nightlife...

...the seductive and sleazy grooves (adrenalin, bleed me, uh huh), the bare confessionals (there is a weakness, fists and hands), the rants and erotic (slaughterhouse of love, the horse's mane, time tropic) and haunting ballads (the fires, ghosts, nowhere).

recorded live over a night and two days days, the band have created a wonderful atmosphere of improvised and evocative music. the percussive and grooving drum and bass rhythms lay beneath understated and intimate vocals and piano, with moody and often dirty guitars. the music is augmented with electronic textures and incidentals, occasional beats, sax and dissonant twisted guitar.

rose might appeal to people who enjoy the records of gainsbourg, roxy music, jarvis, edwyn collins and the likes.

rose says, "the band and album wouldn't have existed except for the messy end to a couple of relationships the same sleepless night leading to getting picked up from staring into a beer the day after leading to a drug run on a mini bus with a bunch of strangers which ended back at a flat bouncing off the walls then onto a warehouse rave which got bust. three sleepless nights later the tears were in the tea bags but the scene was set. one of the folk had access to equipment and wanted to record music. the first five invited, that was the band. we recorded 3 songs one night, no rehearsals, just improvised. the same for the next two days and that was the album".

Selected lyrics

adrenalin "it's gonna take an army to rip my back off you"

ghosts "my trousers soaked in your weather again"

there is a weakness "the more you hide the more it shows"

the horses mane "crashed we wrestle our gaping mouths"

slaughterhouse of love "his thoughts are the gallows for his dreams"

concrete sympathy "buildings bending over in concrete sympathy"

nowhere "the world vomits like an old drunken whore sick of the

beauty that's destroyed"