Shaking The Habitual

Description

The Knife have announced a new album Shaking The Habitual, to be released on 8 April 2013 via Brille. This is their first album in seven years, since Silent Shout in 2006.

It includes the singles Full Of Fire and A Tooth For An Eye. The bands only UK shows, two nights at the roundhouse, sold out within minutes.

SOME FEELING IN THE BELLIES OF THE TANKERS WHO PASS US MAKING SAD MANIC BONGS LIKE DRUMS

Everybody is always desiring already imagined things.
When we travel between thresholds, people say: youre hiding.
Not everything can be so easily explained.

We have a bellyache, a big stink, a major grouse or two with manufactured knowledge.
But how do you build an album about not knowing?
Now your voice is in my throat, floating there
Often people take pills for these things.
To us the body is no longer psychological.
Its certainly not a container, we dont believe in metaphors.
Like dog/wolfthere arent many anymore.

Still at twilight something blurs over your shoulder.
Which is it?
Its prickly.

Our hair is out.

We have made some decisions.
We want to fail more, act without authority.
Plus theres something phlegmatic about the world state dont you think?
Theres a blood system promoting biology as destiny.
A series of patriarchies thats a problem to the Nth degree.
What about hyper-capitalism, this homicidal class system, the school system thats kaput?
Then there are castles everywherelook at them fake tanning and signing autographs!

At least theres one thing we stand behind.
Theres still an ecosystem right? And heres this sound system.
We dusted it off. Electronic is just one place in the body. We went temporarily acoustic.
We made our own instruments. We took an old bedspring, a microphone and:
Stay out here
Now were bending our voices to sound like Emily R., who recorded the track on her cellphone speaker.

No habits!
There are other ways to do things.

Still sometimes it all seems so bad.
Dont worry we wont commit Harakiri, stomach cutting or anything like it.
The honor system is corrupt, just another privilege.
Like how its 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 were asking: can this DNA turn into something else?
Its not metaphorical. Its explicit.
There are surgeries and fantasies and holes sweating through the wall.
Its a question about feelings. Its a question about who gets to risk.

But things dont change so easily.
Theres still Monsanto, fracking and terminator seeds.
Every morning we wake up wondering: whos 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. Its 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 dont 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 homelike we imagine it could be. But when the color pancakes out over the horizon, we dont know what were looking at. Thats ok. This time its structural.

No habits!

Of course were growing restless.