So it had come to our attention, that our final show, is also an album release show. Hadn’t really planned it that way but sure why not… so we’re going to release our new album HELLo properly into the world… and by default then we are also making this our release show for the album GOODBYE as well.

So I thought I’d take a wee bit of your time to chat about some of it’s content 

DRONEmusic is not, as some might assume, about the sound art of the same name. It IS about the devices used for surveillance, conflict, and now delivering pizza.

The inspiration for the structure of the song comes from an incredible set of poems by Teju Cole called Seven short Stories About Drones.

Released onto Twitter in 2013, Cole composed this succinct tweets with the opening line of seven popular works of fiction. This opening was then swiftly followed up with an abrupt ending regarding Drone warfare in some way. I read somewhere that it was an attempt to engage middle-class liberal and literate folk into the horror of this new technology.

Our adaption moves away from literature and the the targets for assassination in our verses are political, indigenous, social and spiritual leaders.

The book Drone Theory by Grégoire Chamayou was also an important read, alongside other only reporting on massacres, events and mishaps…like the destruction of a wedding.

Our Lyric:

Hanging on the cross will break the pattern

Draw attention from afar

Baptize troublemakers in their ashes

Incite rapture in a tiny star

Waiting for a bus and feeling nervous

Someone’s watching Rosa sitting there

At a job that’s mostly boring

Till the targets sitting in crosshairs

Reaching up, her hand in Nana’s

The Reaper locks in on their stride

Lining up the cross on Whina

Collateral damage tallied for their side

Growing up in a poorer part of town

Locally, Lomu’s hope was not so known

He’d pull a crowd, to the game

Send a Signature Strike, to shut it down

Martin had a dream and a need to speak

A way with words to avert the violence

The Predator locked on his open mouth

The microphone broke as cries filled the silence

River cools the feet of united voices

Gandhi hears a whine cutting through the din

Mozzie’s on the hunt for a feed

A Hellfire Missile turned it all to steam

Silhouette on the snow, it’s not a dove Put the Drone to work

There’s money to be made, infertile plains Put the Drone to work

Pull up the pegs, on Surveyor’s lines Put the Drone to work

Weaponise the laws, just point and shoot Put the Drone to work

On the land and in the sea, Everywhere and Everyhere 

In the tech and In the fear, In atmos- and psychosphere 

Mine the sky, mine the sky, mine the sky, mine the sky.