I Sometimes Dream of Glue Luke Haines

• 1Angry Man on Small Train01:49
• 2I Fell in Love with an 00 Scale Wife02:08
• 3I Sometimes Dream of Glue01:45
• 4She Was as Ripe as a Meadow01:54
• 5The Subbuteo Lads02:19
• 6Solvents Cure the Ego02:39
• 7At It with the Tree Surgeons Wife03:02
• 8The Garden Gate01:42
• 9Everybody's Coming Together for the Summer02:33
• 10Oh Michael02:27
• 11Only the Stones Will Know01:57
• 12Everybody's Coming Together for the Summer (Pt. 2)01:36
• 13Fat Bird from the Woodcraft Folk02:02
• 14We Could Do It02:00
• Total Runtime29:53

Info zu I Sometimes Dream of Glue

It started sometime after World War II - in the late 1940's. A convoy of British Special Services trucks had been dispatched to RAF Middlewych, their cargo - 10 tonnes of experimental solvent liquid. Sticky and deadly. The mission - to drop the toxic liquid over Germany and finish the job of carving up Europe for good. The trucks never made it to their airfield destination, coming off the road - most probably helped by saboteurs - some five miles out of London.'I Sometimes Dream Of Glue' is the next solo concept album by Luke Haines (The Auteurs, Baader Meinhof and Black Box Recorder).Just off the Westway, in the motorway sidings, you can see a small sign. Actually you probably can't see the sign as it is the size of a child's fingernail clipping. The sign says 'Glue Town.' The name of a village. There is little or no documentation of Glue Town. You will not find any information about it on the 21st Century internet. Gluetown is a rural settlement born out of mutation. Of the estimated 500 or so dwellers, no one is thought to be over 2 ? inches tall. The citizens of Glue Town exist on a diet of solvent abuse and perpetual horniness. The residents only leave to carry out daring night-time 'glue raids' on Shepherds Bush newsagent shops. On a tiny screen in the town centre, an old Betamax cassette of 'Michael Bentine's Pottytime' plays on a loop all day and all night...

"The ex-Auteurs mastermind goes off the deep end with his follow-up to 2016's stylistically diverse Smash the System, delivering a bonkers concept album about a rural English settlement populated by horny, glue-huffing miniature mutants with a penchant for liberating newspaper stands of their solvents. Since leaving the Auteurs, Black Box Recorder, and Baader Meinhof behind in 2000, Luke Haines has become a lightning rod for Anglo-esoterica, broadcasting tall tales of Dickensian villainy (Oliver Twist Manifesto), the heydays of British wrestling (Nine and a Half Psychedelic Meditations on British Wrestling of the 1970s and Early '80s), and Atomic Age ephemera (British Nuclear Bunkers) with a compelling blend of care and causticity. I Sometimes Dream of Glue's closest sibling is 2013's folksy Rock and Roll Animals, an adult fairy tale that cast imagined versions of Jimmy Pursey, Gene Vincent, and Nick Lowe as forest animals battling a monstrous duck. This time around, the backstory is even more surreal, with Haines spinning his hedonistic yarn off the back of an alternate history where British Special Forces, en route to Germany in the 1940s, accidently dumped ten tons of experimental solvent liquid in the English countryside, ostensibly creating the mad Lilliputian village that would eventually become known as Glue Town. Musically, the 14-track set steers clear of some of the sonic deviations that preceded it, opting for an almost pagan folk feel, with recorder and accordion used liberally. The melodies are engaging, and the turns of phrase are typically sardonic, with song highlights arriving via the breezy but narratively decadent "Everybody's Coming Together for the Summer" and the winking opener, "Angry Man on a Small Train." It's also nearly impenetrable for anyone outside of the U.K., as it's immeasurably steeped in the region's culture and vernacular -- the album's lone single, the sinister "The Subbuteo Lads," imagines the rise to power of the two-inch tall, hairless, and lead-filled Rugby and cricket heroes from the tabletop sports game of the same name. Still, it's hard not to admire Haines' moxie, as his willingness to follow his muse is equaled only by his unwillingness to conform to, well, anything." (James Christopher Monger, AMG)

Luke Haines, vocals

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