Steel Linin' Chant

by Junkman's Choir

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With a band pedigree that includes spells with Scottish folk/punk legends Nyah Fearties and Dub Skelper, Junkman’s Choir were always likely to be an exceptional proposition. Steel Linin’ Chant, their second album, doesn’t disappoint. It’s a heady and glorious mix of rootsy Cajun, hillbilly, folk and the kind of essential punk epitomised by the likes of The Pogues and The Clash.
Steel Linin’ Chant overflows with infectious stormers, shuffling rhythmic drivers and gritty ballads, the latter best exemplified in the stirring and imaginative tribute to Joe Strummer, ‘Wide Blue Yonder’. They’re nothing if not inventive and open to a rich diversity of influences as the dark, moody strains of mariachi that infect ‘Baptist Song’ show, and who else could create a reggae-fired accordion-led eulogy to mining disasters and actually make it work so damned well? They follow the theme on the ska-folk of ‘Rothesay Bay’, which further displays their abundance of talent, trumpet adding the required authenticity to the skanking sound.
-Sean McGhee, Rock ‘n’ Reel

Junkman's Choir fine tune their techniques for their second album, and emerge all conquering. Steel Linin' Chant is a glorious mish-mash of styles, instruments and songs. It's an album where brawny, accordion spiked ditties about mining disasters get a reggae treatment, Joe Strummer gets a tribute song, Mariachi trumpets collide with Cajun shuffles and ska beats, and there's nothing to be done except smile and lap it all up. Most pleasing.
-Leicester Bangs.

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released September 20, 2007

Produced by Billy Samson and Junkman's Choir at Full on the Hill Studios, Busbiehill, Ayrshire, Scotland.

Davy Cinco - Guitars, Bass and Vocals.
Lou Garoux - Drums and Vocals.
Johnny Gator - Accordion, trumpets and Vocals.

Featuring Jem Finer on Banjo.

Cover concept by Junkman's Choir.
Design & illustration by Allan Henry.

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Junkman's Choir Scotland, UK

Junkman's Choir are a two man band with a Global sound Playing a mix of Cajun, Country Sea Shanty's and Rockin Reels and spinning some twists and turns on the works of Rabbie Burns, The sound of Electro Accordian, Pocket Trumpet ,Guitar and Vocals, is as unique as it is infectious..
Look out for them on the street or on a stage, stomping out a steel-toed rhythm.
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Track Name: The Spike
Dover to Nazareth the iron horse would run, through the vile streets of London and the chargin of the nuns. So they packed up their bibles and sold off their land , and the greatest single act of Christian charity began. They were walking on the track, with the wind at their back. Walking on the track, cheating old black jack. So was born a place where millions have slept. Dossers and alkies breaking rocks for bread. Some so drunk they couldn't stand, the spike kept them upright. Howls of lunk, and lout and loon, like linties in the night. To the urban underclass, the "Spike" was sanctuary. Now they're fed on white potion and daytime T.V. The poor law workhouse and a century of filth are gone, but the heart of the "Spike" is still living on.
Track Name: Mad Elaine
Hey Mad Elaine, did you smash your stereo?
Hey Mad Elaine, did you crash Daddy’s DBR?
Hey Mad Elaine, did you burn out Herstmonceux?
Hey Mad Elaine, no school for punk rockers!

Hey Mad Elaine, do you want to shock the world?
Hey Mad Elaine, so you want to rip it apart?
Hey Mad Elaine, just a poor little white bread girl.
Hey Mad Elaine, no school for punk rockers!

Hey Mad Elaine, playing at the primitives’ game.
Hey Mad Elaine, all pose, no soul, no heart.
So Hey Mad Elaine, put down those spikes and chains.
Hey Mad Elaine, no school for punk rockers!
Track Name: The Baptist Song
Lift me up to that old willow tree; Lay me ‘neath the roots,
Let her branches weep on o’er me.
I’m so tired of feeling low, Hope her tears baptize the soul.

Rusted chains betray the shame that shackled willow town,
Now burning lights of home, choke on this ashen ground.
I hear that Northeast wind blow; to mark the coming snow.
That Northeast wind blows, to mark the coming snow.

Tanners: All left for the winter.
Ship hands: bound for foreign shores.
Whores are all that’s left in this cold grey dawn.
To haunt the night with hearts as black as crows

Tanners have all left for the winter.
Ship hands are bound for foreign shores.
The whores all that’s left in this cold grey town.

So lift me up to that old willow tree, Lay me ‘neath the roots,
Let her branches weep on o’er me.
I’m so tired of feeling low, Hope her tears baptize the soul.
Hear that North East wind blow, to mark the coming snow.
And I said…

(Lift me up) Don’t let me down.
(Lift me up) Don’t bring me down.
(Lift me up) Don’t let me down.

Don’t let that North East wind blow.
To mark the coming snow.
Don’t let that North East wind blow.
Mark the coming snow.

Just let the North wind blow,
And let your Baptist go,
And takes these chains from my soul.
Track Name: Coalmouth
Marching out on the streets. Head to Cauldhame on a November morning.
Greet with coughs and a curse; five hundred shawls converge on the warren.
Deep in the bowels of earth, auld Blue Dan waits for pony and pitboy.
Noble blasting the leaf, the sound of the props and waters weeping for man’s toil.

Keeps on riding the cages, Keeps on digging the seam.
Keeps on pushing four-fifty, till that coal dust flows through the vein.

From Busbiehead to the Plann. Doura, Perecton, Southook and Hayside.
They’re living close to the damned. All labour’s lost tending tunnels for gravesides.
Twelve hours down by the face, shot fired damp escapes from the flames kiss.
Dodge underworld’s cold embrace, a rush of air struggles out of the darkness.

Keeps on riding the cages, Keeps on digging the seam.
Keeps on pushing four-fifty, till that coal dust flows through the vein.

Claw tooth and nail, till they’re beat; breaking out on a coal fire gloaming.
High from fighting the deep; salute the stacks forget the wail of the sirens.
They’re marching into the streets, heading hame on a November evening.
Leave the shrouds to their sleep, four hundred shawls to weep by the warren.
Track Name: Hogweed John
Ink stain sky; spreading west like a bruise.
Moon harvests dusk as a scythe.
Stars, they come out, tiny little daggers,
Piercing through the fabric of night.

He’s waiting out there, for the sad, sold and weary.
He’s been waiting in the dark since the light was made.
He’s been filling out the stories where the blame lay unspoken,
Sharpening your wits with an old rusty blade.

Chorus
He’s long gone, Hogweed John.
Cast right out of heaven for the wrong that was done.
He’s long gone, Hogweed John.
Two miles from home when it all went wrong.

There’s young Jayne, all lost and lonely,
Lying so peaceful in the dry riverbed.
She’s been missing, but nobody’s missed her.
‘Always in the way’ was what the good Baptists said.

Beholden to a promise from a tall dark stranger.
Show her lights brighter than the green ocean sheen.
But the bounty he’s bringing cost a whole lot more than money.
Sweet spoken lies rub salt in your dreams.

Chorus

Sun was on the meadow; Cast a shadow on the rise.
John was out a-fishing, for a catch he’d prize.
Red Barn hunkering down original sin.
The beast is on the prowl and there’s the man with him.

The stain on her head was a pretty purple flower.
Red ribbons fell like tears from her long blond hair.
She wore a smile that lived as long as the five men who found her.
Haunted in their dreams by the guilt they all shared.
And he’s…

Chorus
Long gone, Hogweed John.
Cast down to earth for the wrong that was done.
He’s long gone, Hogweed John.
So far from heaven, so near to her home.

He’s long gone, (Hogweed John)
He’s long gone, (Hogweed John)
He’s long gone, (Hogweed John)
She was two miles from home when it all went wrong.
Track Name: Rotten Apple
She’ll give you the razor. She’ll give you the knife.
She’ll even help you make the cut, and then ask for her bite.
She’s no good. She’s trashy, wrapped up in her greed.
The rotten apple of my eye can see the weak spot in me.

She says ‘give me a penny’, ‘give me a pound’.
‘Ach, give me your wallet; need to buy another round’.
She says ‘I’ll loan you my heart, if you sell me your soul’
She was my first Queen of everything. I was only her last fool.

She’ll blind you with passion, when she gives you the eye.
She’s a muse. Yes, she’s a harridan, past mistress of the lie.
She’ll Love you, she’ll relieve you of all honour and shame.
The rotten apple of my eye can see I Love her all the same.