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No Souvenirs

by Fightmilk

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1.
Summer bodies are made when you hate yourself! We know what’s wrong with you We can correct it All problem areas Will be dissected Just tell me I’m pretty, just tell me I look OK One day I’ll rid myself of all this shame You can soften your skin You can eat yourself thin We swear it’s for your health Summer bodies are made when you hate yourself If I cut off my hair If I suck in my gut If I dress for my shape Maybe I’ll be enough Razors, lasers, acid peels and wax Count out your calories, burn off all your fat Get shredded in weeks, Ass, abs and obliques, I swear it’s for my health Summer bodies are made when you hate yourself AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH x 4 Nothing tastes as good as skinny fries and a huge burger Before and after, before and after, before…
2.
Aren't you the comedian Say something funny, take my mind off it Cute as a button stiff as a board Ever get the feeling that you're being ignored We skipped hand in hand to the charity shop The one that I loved, I gave away by force He was in the window the very next week Surrounded by shit I wanted to keep And he said Hey, what’s up with your head? I wish I could forget about that thing you did, but I hate it, I’ll wait Forever but I’m never getting over it We go to the gig, cause you miss the boys Watch a few bands make a lot of noise Cute as a button stiff as a board A little scorched flannel is its own reward My mum said You look like a mess Anything is better than that thing you did, and I hate it, I’ve waited Years for someone to come and deal with it And when you try to sleep I hope you can’t escape it And everyone goes quiet when I walk in I hate it
3.
Canines 04:25
I got bit by a dog So they gave me a shot It was a cry for help But now it's not Something that we can talk about Now I'm watching my back When I go for a run You say it must have been Something that I'd done To make him want a piece of me Look inside, you'll see it's true The good boy in the mirror is you There's a love that endures Uncomplicated and pure They say it must be my age, but I’m not sure It has to come from something more It's not your fault you're upset You need to go to the vet Is there any wonder that you get So angry, you have to channel it! There's no clever metaphor It just means I don't want a dog anymore We were meant to be best friends So please don't bite me again I'm gonna find the guy who made you this way And make him pay so you might be a little more bark And a little less bite, The kind of dog I like [Horrifying guitar solo] Look inside, you'll see it's true The good boy in the mirror is you [Lily lists as many dogs as she can think of] We were meant to be best friends So please don't bite me again I'm gonna find the guy who made you this way And make him pay so you might be a little more bark And a little less bite, The kind of dog I like
4.
Sometimes when I cannot sleep I imagine myself in an endless sea No land for miles, it’s just the sky and me Maybe when you’re back from tour We can work it out again When I’m too tired and you’re too sad, it’s doing me in It shouldn’t be this tough If it’s something that you love You haven’t been the same But the world won’t wait Wish that I could pack it in But every dream I have is calling me again It’s not enough to live, I want to be it And every time I feel brand new I give everything to you It beats the grind so let’s go ahead and see what we can do It shouldn’t be this tough If it’s something that you love You haven’t been the same But the world won’t wait I’ll chalk it up to something I don’t know So why’d you still say so?
5.
All I do is sit and chew my hands down to the wrist It’s no fun to be the one you’ll never ever miss Hoping something in your day reminds you Whispering the things I hope will find you I’m yearning I’m pining I’m wishing you were mine and I’m yearning I’m pining And wishing you were mine Why would you want to get what you want, the film ends when they kiss We’ll run out of things to say and have to reminisce But how can you be better still on paper Legs so good I reach for my inhaler I’m yearning I’m pining I’m wishing you were mine-ing I’m yearning I’m pining And wishing you were mine
6.
Banger #7 04:22
We were poisonous teens Pissing behind trees We stayed home tending to our jealousies In your house by the sea It’s never too late You can make the same mistake with me I want a love I can’t refuse But I don’t cry as much as I used to They tell me I should speak my truth But I don’t know how much I should tell you You keep bringing up a terrible mother I think you mean it as a compliment You won’t get a word out of me I’ve been here all these years, waiting to be heard I want a love I can’t refuse But I don’t cry as much as I used to They tell me I should speak my truth But I don’t know how much I should tell you It’s a long time for a half life It’s a long time for a half life I want a love I can’t refuse But I don’t cry as much as I used to They tell me I should speak my truth But I don’t know how much I should tell you And now you’re in the bathroom, she’s upset It must be something that I said I’m trying but I’m out of practice We both go home in separate taxis It’s a long time for a half life
7.
No Souvenirs 03:30
I’ve been thinking about Just what to say There’s something to remind me every day Autumn gets me so stuck in my ways At your haunted house With its broken door But you don’t even live here anymore And there’s no souvenirs when you go We’re ruining the ending for ourselves I could let go if I wanted to Now it’s easier Done than said, Could you have loved me more if I had loved you less? These mutual understandings are done to death I’m a hand in the waves You’re a hook and line Called myself a taxi in the middle of the night How can I see you if you never meet my eye? We’re ruining the ending for ourselves I could let go if I wanted to If we’d just gone for a pint Could we have made it right You couldn’t make it right Now I can’t make it right We’re ruining the ending for ourselves I could let go if I wanted to
8.
Inferno 03:44
How long will it take Till I'm burning at the stake And judgment day is coming Seems I forgot to study It's so funny that I'm splitting at the seams Would I burst into flames If you called my name And all my sins I was raised to wait But I’m running out of faith That anyone is coming I feel it in my stomach I’m so worried that I’m burning through my skin Would I burst into flames If you called my name And all my sins And all my vices It’s just one more little crisis I’ve been going through Maybe there’s no use in fighting Soaked in petrol I’m reciting All my sins and all my vices I can’t take another crisis Would I Burst into Flames if you Called my name And all my sins
9.
My Best Me 03:21
Bury me down the back of the sofa I’ll be the ghost at your sleepover WHen I’m bailing on your big day Look, it’s not that I don’t like him At least I hope he doesn’t die But the red flags look like roses When there’s something in your eye I know, I know, I know Everybody wants to be adored And so, and so, and so, What the hell did you say that for? I can’t drive you but I can walk you No I don’t need someone to talk to If it gets too much to handle I run a bath and light a candle Oh, you’re gonna break my heart l wish you joy and happiness While I find a place to park I know, I know, I know Everybody wants to be adored And so, and so, and so, What the hell did you say that for? I don’t wanna be my best me anymore!
10.
Your sister says she’s eating for two Oh it’s such a natural thing to do I’ve got to put this god-given body to use I’ve got to hurry up and make peace with what I choose So give me my shirt back and walk away Do me a solid and say it’s OK Is it true that you still want to sleep all day I’m starting to think it’s never going away I don’t want to write another song about death But I close my eyes and it’s somebody else So I spend my nights sitting up in bed Feeling all the feelings I have ever felt So give me a reason to hold your kid The pettiest thing that I ever did You tell me I’m mean and you laugh it off You get all sad and I lap it up But it’s not bad enough to need to talk about It’s just a little tough And it weighs me down but not so I can’t stand Just so I can’t run I could hibernate I could live in the dark Let’s go girls! It’s a brand new start It’s a stupid game and I want what’s mine Give me a break and don’t make me sign It isn’t fair and it isn’t fine And I don’t think I’m ever going to change my mind Your sister says she’s eating for two It’s such a natural thing to do Your sister says she’s eating for two It’s a wonderful life and I’m so glad I spent it with you But I’m never going to change my mind
11.
500 metre front crawl champion at school And I guess I should have told you I was a paddling pool I’m sitting on the tiles Following your footprints to the turnstile Wish I could cast you in bronze Reanimate you when I want Teach me how to breathe Wading in the shallows, My water wings and me I forget to breathe Wading through the water Waiting in the weeds Waiting in the car Drive all your friends to the union bar I know you want a trophy But maybe i can pick you up Teach me how to breathe Wading in the shallows, My water wings and me I forget to breathe Wading through the water Waiting in the weeds Chlorine, ketchup Please don’t freak out Hometown hero Come to my show
12.
30 03:52
Thirty isn’t something anyone should sing about All those teenage romances went dark and fizzled out Twenty five is full of doubt Wish I could shut my stupid mouth I’m so glad to be thirty Easy does it, if I move too fast I might be sick Rise above it, no-one needs to know what makes you tick Twenty five is full of woe So many birthdays left to go I’m so glad to be thirty.

about

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Following the runaway success of their critically acclaimed 2021 second album Contender, the question for fast-rising London four-piece Fightmilk was always going to be “what next?” With a tight indie-pop sound that defined their early recordings, the answer was obvious to a band who seem hellbent on the notion of evolve or die…

The band originally formed in 2015 in a Brixton pub garden by Lily and Alex, who had both, separately, just been dumped and thought being in an angry punk band would cheer them up. Then they found Nick and Healey to hold the rhythm down and make them sound good. With three albums under their belt, they’ve perfected their chaotic, melodic brand of joy and rage-filled pop with full-throated yelling and sparkling guitar riffs as their trademark. They’ve graduated from angsty whippersnappers in their mid-twenties to overgrown teenage 30-somethings with mild ongoing back and shoulder pain.

Their previous two albums Not With That Attitude (2018) and Contender (2021) marked them out as an ambitious and rising prospect, and now on their forthcoming new album No Souvenirs the band eschew their former Britpop ties and edge further into DIY punk and heavier rock influences to reveal a leaner, meaner, more abrasive side to their cathartic lo-fi anthems.

Whilst collectively diving into their passion for Jimmy Eat World, frontwoman Lily Rae made a conscious decision to strengthen her “big loud yell” with influence from Alicia Bognanno (Bully), Nat Foster (Press Club), and Missy Dabice (Mannequin Pussy). “My voice is the biggest it’s ever been and I’m constantly thrilled when people are surprised at how loud I am, considering I’m so small in stature,” she grins. “Lyrically I always look to Bruce Springsteen for inspiration but I also really enjoyed the angsty candour of Sour by Olivia Rodrigo, and Kacey Musgraves’ impeccable one-liners.”

There are a few genre experiments on the record—Yo La Tengo in ‘Paddling Pool’, ‘Canines’ is part The Strokes and part Neu!, and ‘Back From Tour’ was heavily influenced by long term friends Johnny Foreigner. “You could probably make a case for ‘Inferno’ having a bit of Counting Crows to it, but we were never writing to emulate,” explains guitarist Alex. “The references and touchstones just happened along the way. As far as we’re concerned, they just sound like Fightmilk - and that’s a really nice place to be nearly a decade in.”

“As a songwriter, I’ve disciplined myself to keep to ‘first thought best thought’ more, and not overwork lyrics and melodies into the ground - the line that needs to be there is usually the most obvious one,” says Lily of the process for this record. “As we’ve become more collaborative as writers, you can hear Healey’s DIY punk influence come in more, and Nick’s heavier rock influences. We’re more secure in keeping weird sh*t in, and not adding or cutting things because it feels like we’re supposed to.”

“That said, we’ve also been REALLY picky with the songs that made it onto the album - there’s probably another album’s worth of songs that didn’t feel right, even if we loved them. We got really good at finding the “magic thing” in each song that made it work.”


Spilling over with candid lyrics about death, doomed love, and dog bites, framed by endless punk energy and the kind of full-throated riff-rock that sounds just at home in a giant stadium as it does in a sticky-floored toilet bar, No Souvenirs is a triumphant return from the band, who are equally enthused by the album.

“It’s easily our best one yet,” says Lily of the record. “I want every track on it to be a Sunfly Karaoke song one day. It’s a big growly, grungy album with a healthy amount of yelling - but there’s lots of humour in it, too. Ideally it’s played very loudly with the bass turned up, three beers deep, and singing along to all the choruses.”

With the quartet about 75% finished making their previous album Contender when Covid hit, a lot of their grand plans required a rethink. A heavily produced record, when the band were finally allowed to start playing shows again they found that some of the more elaborate songs ended up falling by the wayside. “On the plus side, it reminded us how much joy and catharsis we found in making a screaming racket in front of people,” says Alex on the genesis of the new album. “No Souvenirs was written with that joy and catharsis as a starting point.”

Recorded at Dean Street Studios in Soho, London over 2 or 3 manic weekends in 2022/23, new album No Souvenirs was produced by Keith TOTP, engineered by Sam Hogg and Tom Quigley, and mixed and mastered by Adrian Hall.

With no label and no plan, Fightmilk agreed they would just make the best album they could and worry about the logistics after the fact. “That took quite a lot of pressure off, and allowed us to relax in the studio and be a bit more creative on the day,” remembers Lily. “We’ve never finished writing songs whilst in the studio before, and similarly never had so many songs finished that we could shelve the ones we weren’t 100% sure on, so we had the shared experience of two albums behind us and a lot of hard work and discipline when it came to making sure the songs were exactly what they needed to be.”

“I only realised after we put the songs together how personal to me this album was,” explains Lily. “Not just because I’m writing about extremely specific sitcom episodes in my life (getting fired from bridesmaid duty, being bitten on the arse by a dog, being relentlessly asked when I’m going to have kids), but because whilst we were making it, I turned 30. It’s a significant age for women, especially in music, because aside from being something called a ‘geriatric millennial’, there’s an unspoken rule that there’s a cut-off point for you to have ‘made it’ and after that you have to settle down and be normal.”

“The music industry is freakishly obsessed with women’s youth and anyone older than 25 is considered ancient. (I’m maybe the world’s biggest Japanese Breakfast fan and there’s an interview with Michelle Zauner where she talks about this way more eloquently.) But when I hit 30, I felt like I was only just starting to have anything interesting to say, and had so much more curiosity and enthusiasm for everything!”

For Lily, writing for the album also aligned with the tenth anniversary of the death of a close friend, with the resulting track ‘No Souvenirs’ lending its title to the album as a whole. “It had taken me that long to write about it in a way I felt ok with. But I realised that I couldn’t have written it before,” she explains. “I needed that distance, and that maturity, to be able to articulate those feelings. It feels to me now like the album is about scorched earth, moving on, taking nothing with you for the next ‘thing’ - and realising that getting older is a privilege.”

When it comes to personal favourite tracks, Lily earmarks ‘Paddling Pool’ as her highlight. “It’s a step away from our usual big grungy pop fare, and we got to experiment with some really floaty, quieter sounds. It was nice to do Lucy Dacus singing instead of Courtney Love singing. ‘That Thing You Did’ has my favourite chorus, though. I never thought we’d write an earworm.”

The album’s artwork is, as ever for Fightmilk, meticulously crafted and filled with meaning. A framed display case full of…well, souvenirs…there’s one for each of the songs, and a bunch that aren’t.

“We’re very into visual metaphors here at Fightmilk,” laughs Lily. “No Souvenirs means exactly that—you can’t take it with you. I’m a really sentimental keepsake-hoarder and I’ve got letters, birthday cards, empty perfume bottles, button badges, and all sorts from years ago. I can’t bring myself to say goodbye to them but, without being morbs about it, even if I hold onto these physical memories my whole life, someone’s probably going to put them in the bin when I die. There’s also a bit of that being a hangover from my 20s and trying not to bring any of that angst and self-doubt and uncertainty with me into the next part of my life.”

Bringing a huge amount of energy and joy with them whenever and wherever they hit a stage, interacting with the audience is a vital part of the Fightmilk live experience. “Without people singing and dancing at us we wouldn’t have gigs at all, so we want everyone to get involved!” says Lily of the band’s future tour plans. “I love hopping offstage and wandering through the crowd with a microphone, demanding people name a famous dog, so whatever happens there will always be crowd participation… oh, and bring earplugs. We’re really loud.”

credits

released November 15, 2024

Lily Rae - vocals, guitar, Fender Rhodes, synth
Alex Wisgard - guitar, vocals, piano, Hammond organ, synth
Healey Becks - bass, vocals
Nick Kiddle - drums, vocals, piano, percussion

Produced by Keith TOTP & Fightmilk
Engineered by Sam Hogg & Tom Quigley
Recorded at Dean Street Studios.
Mixed & mastered by Adrian Hall

All songs written by Fightmilk.

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