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Mind How You Run

Mind how you run – The Bats

Today’s song! I wrote some time ago that the Bats have never written a bad song, citing the songs they left as b-sides – how fantastic they are – as proof. The songs the Bats reject… This song is my favourite Bats song, and lo and behold it is a b-side, left off the Silverbeet album and put on the Courage EP to be forgotten and abandoned in a world that only seems to want to remember albums. And aiding that forget, the Courage EP was released CD only and never collected on a singles compilation.

It is absolutely a forgotten song. I have scoured the internet looking for a mp3 or youtube copy to give some sample of the song, to offer something i consider perfect, finding nothing. My skill in that area should render that absence conclusive. It needs to be saved. My copy is trapped on my girlfriend’s ipod unfortunately. I invite you to come over and listen. Implore you.

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Block Of Wood

Block of wood – The Bats

Well maybe not. This wonderful song has a video!

It’s a video with now added poignancy (and archival significance) as it shows a now largely ruined part of the Bats’ city of Christchurch. This is the building they are hanging out the windows of towards the end. The Old ANZ Bank Chambers, late February 2011.

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The Calm Before The Storm

The calm before the storm – The Bats

The b-side to the Block of Wood 7″, demonstrating further that the Bats never wrote a bad song. Well it is one of the b-sides – the other is the nearly as excellent Candidate. That they never wrote a bad song is not a confidence i’ve yet extended to their newer stuff, but i’m sure there is nothing to worry about. The next time they play some place near me i will actually go. I should. It would be good for me. If i could only keep on top of such goings on. I miss so much. I don’t think there is much hope for them playing this song, though.

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Block Of Wood

Block of wood – The Bats

I could have seen this relic of a band live twice in this year alone. Either i don’t realise what an incredible opportunity that is, or am too steadfastly biased in my opinion of reunions to celebrate such an event, because it felt far too easy a decision to stay at home, or not try to get the night off of work. I am denying myself a great time, to stand in front of a great band and listen and move awkwardly to their great songs. What the fuck is wrong with me?

They are releasing new music. They are an active band. Did they even break up? Or remain together, quiet, until we all rediscovered their music, in that catchall, buzzword searching, resurfacing way that we do. Friends – friends who aren’t prudes, unhesitatingly excited by the prospect of seeing them – have asked me if i have ever heard the Bats. Could i perhaps be for once ahead of the curve? I’m sure all who went had a good time. And i kick myself once again.

Anyway, THE SONG AT HAND: It is so good. A guitar jangle the sound of its coming and going, stopping by with the most perfect, serviceable, verse/chorus pop song. Like Warren Oates giving a ride to Harry Dean Stanton, Anna Karina talking to Brice Parai, a Butthole Surfers drummer presenting a Madonna pap smear, or some other, more acknowledged character appearance in classic literature or drama: A short visit carrying so much significance, so much to unsettle your mood, from having nothing in your life, to a confrontation from which you come irrevocably changed, with much to ponder, calmed or shaken. That’s this song. And that bass! Not many bands used bass as well and as thickly as the Bats. In sum: Bats = good. I = prude.

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