out now: The Knife – Shaking The Habitual [Rabid Records

Artist:
The Knife

Title:
Shaking The Habitual

Label:
Rabid Records | Mute

Cat#:
??? | MUT 9556 (vinyl, Download)
??? | MUT 9557-2 (2xCD)

Release Date:
5th April 2013

Format:
2xCD, 3xCD (Rough Trade only) vinyl & digital

Tracklist:
CD01-01)
A Tooth for an Eye

CD01-02)
Full of Fire

CD01-03)
A Cherry On Top

CD01-04)
Without You My Life Would Be Boring

CD01-05)
Wrap Your Arms Around Me

CD01-06)
Crake

CD01-07)
Old Dreams Waiting To Be Realized

CD02-01)
Raging Lung

CD02-02)
Networking

CD02-03)
Oryx

CD02-04)
Stay Out Here

CD02-05)
Fracking Fluid Injection

CD02-06)
Ready to Lose

Tracklist Rough Trade Edition:
sorry no info

Info:
who recorded the track on her cellphone speaker.
No habits!
There are other ways to do things.
Still sometimes it all seems so bad.
Don’t worry we won’t commit Harakiri, stomach cutting or anything like it.
The honor system is corrupt, just another privilege.
Like how it’s a privilege to make an album, to move freely.
We just have to go faster we mean breakneck we mean “like crazy.”
How at 5am that warehouse beat is coming up like sour steam.
All over the dance floor we’re asking: can this DNA turn into something else?
It’s not metaphorical. It’s explicit.
There are surgeries and fantasies and holes sweating through the wall.
It’s a question about feelings. It’s a question about who gets to risk.
But things don’t change so easily.
There’s still Monsanto, fracking and “terminator seeds.”
Every morning we wake up wondering: who’s kicking who on the street corner?
Now we have to start. We choose process over everything else.
Letting go of outcomes is another privilege.
Keep it lateral.
We ask our friends to help.
Together we leave the village and walk down the road. The light starts exercising itself. The old sun is out in
his winter jumpsuit doing sit-ups and squat thrusts between the nettles and moldy brush.
10 more! We say to him. Get shaking!
Our walk gets longer. It’s a walk in the panpipes of the body. We come to the edge. So much water. The
ocean is twice its original size. We take a bunch of surveys. They know everything about us. We don’t buy
what they say. We take a heap of estrogen. All around us things are howling and then we stand on the pier
end. The light is pink and green and pink and green. It reminds us of home—like we imagine it could be.
But when the color pancakes out over the horizon, we don’t know what we’re looking at. That’s ok. This
time it’s structural.
No habits!
Of course we’re growing restless.