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Mario: About five months or so before I knocked life in London on the head, Simon and I had a day out in Margate to go to one of Francis Brady’s workshops at that nice shiny new gallery they have there. Turner Contemporary? We got up early in the foggy aftermath of a late night of chatting and smoking, and when I stepped off of the train into the bright autumn light of the seaside, I felt a real yearning to become a better, healthier, happier person. I wrote a poem about it in my notebook, just for me, forgot about it, then came back to it a few times. I feel like I went really hard on this one, and I really like this performance of it, but something about it just hasn’t clicked, I feel like it’s maybe a bit too esoteric. Also I think the lyrics are really heavily indebted to Faith Eliott’s absolutely stunning album Impossible Bodies, in a way that made me feel like I was plagiarising Faith - I feel like I mentioned this to them and they weren’t fussed about it? Anyway listen to that album, it’s really good.

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From the ruins of the family centre
Where we huddled warm together on the mattress
We rose, imposed a plan on tired confusion
And rode the train blinking down to Margate

My chest is tight my lungs are aching
My mind feels like I’m riding on a crowded night bus
On which all the other passengers exclaim their plans
For partying in different parts of London

But our carriage is warmed by the autumn sun
We have books ready to be opened on our knees
The older man on our table passes comment
On his way to a day of antique shopping


We stood before the churning oceans
Where the muddy waves were slapping at the knackered harbour
I turned to meet your gaze and raised my eyebrows slightly
To address the overwhelming sense of wonder

We came because our friend was coming
Were relieved because we hated what we had grown used to
But I just can’t get behind the pioneer
Who thought of dubbing this place Dalston-on-Sea

So I made my little incantation
And threw my body down into the icy water
I saw you silhouetted on the harbour wall
And it absolutely broke my heart to leave you


Like a Greenland shark beneath an ice cap
I am nothing but the constant act of swimming
I push my body forward through the murky water
And begin forgetting I was ever human

By the time I reach the open ocean
And forget what I have known of words and borders
Will I remember having left you on the shore
Will I have satisfied my longing

Will I be free of the net in which I was caught?
Will I be scorned as a DFL no more?
Lost in the distance will your eyes begin to strain,
Will you fill your lungs with salt and turn back to land again?

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from Incredible Longboats: Relics 2019 - 2023, released May 5, 2023

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Soup Review Sheffield, UK

Soup Review are what happens when South Yorkshire meets South Coast, when folk tradition meets anti-folk downbeat self- deprecation.
Chris Delamere is the son of a morris dancer. Mario D’Agostino arrived in Sheffield from Weymouth.
Together they write songs that masquerade as comic, but on closer listening reveal themselves to be a deep and poignant exploration of the human condition. ... more

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