BBC HomeExplore the BBC
This page has been archived and is no longer updated. Find out more about page archiving.


Accessibility help
Text only
BBC Homepage


Contact Us

Like this page?
Send it to a friend!

 

BBC New Music Shorts 2008

'She Purred' - Wild Beasts

'She Purred, While I Grred' - Wild Beasts [Domino Records] Listen | Official Site

Wild Beasts Limbo, Panto is the debut album by Wild Beasts. A cursory glance at the record’s tracklisting: Vigil For A Fuddy Duddy, The Old Dog, Cheerio Chaps, will quickly inform you of the band’s distinct personality. The title alone gives notice that, like Alice falling down the rabbit hole, as soon as you press play you are leaving the workaday world of skinny jeans and third-from-the-top-of-the-bill-festival-chorus-structures and entering a new, quite strange and highly individual environment.

Now with an average age of twenty-one Wild Beasts started when they were just eighteen. The band deliberately sought to distance themselves from what they assumed was the norm. Recalling their formative years Thorpe confirms their distinct sense of identity: “We’re lucky we worked really hard and made a conscious effort to be as individual as we could. It came out of a boredom and lack of interest in beer and testosterone rock. It concentrated us like a fruit.”

Shimmering and widescreen, Limbo, Panto is a confident record brimming with the band’s sense of purpose. Produced in Malmo by Tore Johansson It sounds utterly unique, full of space, almost perplexingly accessible. At times it sounds like a 1930s Palm Court Orchestra’s idea of what a happening is going to sound like – The Old Dog, She Purred, While I Grrred. Elsewhere, on The Devil’s Crayon sung by bassist Tom Fleming in his rich, wistful tenor, the band come up with a kind of English road trip music.

Wild Beasts are an extremely rare proposition, a band happy to stand or fall on their own terms letting their muse be their wayward guide. Undeniable and refreshing let them seep out of the limestone and into your consciousness by, to quote Brave, Bulging Clairvoyants: “Adopting this young spirit of sin / to make the most, before we turn to ghost.” It’s a Wild ride.

Lyrics - 'She Purred, While I Grrred'

Her fruit was ripe, I bit
Her fruit was ripe, I bit
I’m nothing more than a humble mongrel
whippet cast, rash and unabashed

Her fruit was ripe, I bit
Her fruit was ripe, I bit
pungent juice wept from the bruise
where the skin was sluice and slobbered on

though the meat was fleshy and sweet…
she purred, while I grrred

I die every day, to live every night
under the industry of her want for me in our fusty foundry
please no ceremony, I want she, I want she, not matrimony

My fruit was ripe, she bit
My fruit was ripe, she bit
in her belly lay a pip
a’brooding in the oozing

My fruit was ripe, she bit
My fruit was ripe, she bit
huffing and puffing on the mattress stuffing
upon the bunk a fervent funk

in my butcher’s hands her soft fruit tendered, She never pretended…
she purred while, I grrred

I die every day, to live every night
under the industry of her want for me in our fusty foundry
please no ceremony, I want she for laundry, I want she so I’m not lonely
I want she, I want she, not matrimony

 

The BBC is not responsible for the content of any external websites



About the BBC | Help | Terms of Use | Privacy & Cookies Policy
 

The BBC is not responsible for the content of external websites.