Vanity Project

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Sven B. Schreiber The songs of Ed Cartledge, who's also known as the main songwriter of the "Early Cartographers", undoubtedly have some properties of progressive rock, while at the same time sounding quite like post-rock. This is an interesting intersection of genres, occupied by just a few bands commonly tagged as "post-progressive" - a musical terrain opened up by "Radiohead" and the likes. It's a fascinating variant of progressive music that doesn't rely on the legacy of 70's rock, but rather explores new paths into the unknown, thus taking the term "progressive" literally. Favorite track: RedList.
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The second album by inFictions is an attempt to offer something on both a more expansive and yet also more intimate canvas. It borrows from a range of genres, compositional styles and songwriting approaches and digs into themes of responsibility, self-obsession, stasis and collapse.

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released August 6, 2018

Music & Lyrics by Ed Cartledge
Arranged and Performed by inFictions
Additional arrangements and production support by Nick Cox
Produced and Engineered by James Fosberry at BigDog Studios, Sheffield
inFictions are:
Ed Cartledge (vocals, guitars, percussion, accordion, synths)
Tom Chaffer (guitars)
Gareth Hughes (bass, percussion)
James Fosberry (drums, percussion, lap steel)
Vanity Project also features:
Hannah Cartledge (flute, backing vox)
Ben Eckersley (cello)
Nick Milne (muted trumpet)
Nick Cox (piano)
Naomi Fearon (viola)
Kat Hurdley (violin)
Olivia Shotton (violin)

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Track Name: Airtight
Clouds.
Inverted skies.
A sleight to sunrise while
Holes allow some stones
To pass through airways.
NO...
Which bears a cross.
Defeat devices
And all the falsity flown
in my town.
Hazed at the walls.

Ignore the neighbours.
Connect more suburbs.
It's all a subtle sign
That nothing's airtight.
All the lessons now
in our towns.
Aches in the walls.

They'll...soak it in
Close, close the doors
And don't...don't let them out.
Their cries.

Who am I to turns the brakes on,
To salivate through my own crimes untried?

A survivor.
Snow drifts turned black again.
Pile ups all the way:
Abandoned while warm.
Would a driver
Open a door for me?
Oh where’s the shore?
And how’s the breeze?
I’ll freeze as I speak.
All I'd ask for.
The sea's on my back.
Calls me home.

In the future,
Harness what’s yet to come.
Calibrate
According to transparency

Take a dive in
The water is soft and warm.
All knives dissolve here.
All lies are jokes.

This says of the now:
Bare eyes, the wasters are down.
The sea is our home
and all we know.
Track Name: DeadZones
N/A (Instrumental)
Track Name: RedList
Look down.
You'd see me carve stones of birdsongs.

Use your headlights
To illuminate your latest kill.
Just look down kindly.
I'm a glance away from a name.

I've devised a cunning sign, marked in the mind.
I'll soon be found and categorised and locked in a vault.
These arms will be pinned to your memories, hope-filled
And I'll wake up all renewed in a vacuum, a glass tube and...

Use your lamplights
To illuminate your new kills
Just kneel down slowly.
I'm a glance away from a name.

Look down.
You'd see me.
If not for the concrete fields.

What flood?
Which ark?
I'd kill for a space for me.

Brush away those shores.
Recall what they were but don't think more.
Waters on the rise.
The key to success is line of sight.
I've never known such waves.
I can't look down.
There's eyeballs on the fishing line.
All the silent rooms.
All I've got is common dogs that weirdos loved.
Right on time:
The chaos saved my life and
I'll write a line
To glorify my name.
Track Name: Antarctica
Where I stood I could see all light.
All concerned.
Depletion signs
We all
know.

I could measure the changing size,
Put holes in ice.
But this alone's
not cool enough.
The white out.
All the way.
They're all going down
And soon and on my watch.

When passing waves decide
to prioritise
a threat to life
The laws can close such doors.
But to sleep's to be paralysed.
To let fears in
And believe the lie
That water waits.
All the white.
Down, better days
Uncommon and unpaid.

There's a cat on a wire some days
With calves below.
Don't look down, jump.
Then a cat and a whale for a while
Without the sun's rays.
With all the white, gone.
Why you cannot heal these graves
I'll never know.
Track Name: Formaldehyde
Preserve me.
May I always be this young.
I deserve it
Cover up girl, put it on.

My formaldehyde:
It’s a better side.

Complements
From a follower
and the brands I love.
Change my eyes.
Can I blind you?
Can I turn comments off?

Design you.
Keep you inside for a whole day.
Align you.
Copy what I do, copy how I move.

Turn away.
A new face
where lakes reflect the pines.
Can I burn away
My memory box
Where minds have gone.
Alive in
Formaldehyde.

Complements
From a follower
And the brands I love.
Change my eyes.
Can I blind you?
I should turn comments on.
Track Name: Freshwater
N/A (Instrumental)
Track Name: Desrted
The sand can scratch my eyes to see the worst things I've done.
The land has changed become detached, derailed, deserted now.

I can't wait to sail through the line in the sand.
It's all mine.
You'll come around when you see my hopes, the soldiers of my heart.
And soon they'll come, hold my court.
My builders, my architects.
What do I know?
I'll circumvent.
Track Name: Acidification
Oceans are the wise of the world.
They don't mean a thing.
Oceans can be trusted.
In spite of their ways.

Miles away,
The surface thinks about its soul.
Cast away,
Arise now from the deepest hollow.

I'm the one, the Leviathan:
A chemical.
I demand some blood!
Some cuts in the coral.

If I await,
Assuming anyone remains,
Castaways
Might rise now, lift their eyes to the sun.
There's a wire,
I'll bite down if they cede control.
Congregate
Dissuade me from extinction

And I see pyramids and sky towers.
Bearing down, palaces and dust towns.
And I'll wait...how could a whale deny it?

Oh masters, slaves,
Declare once in a while, you're wrong.
Then, down below,
The chaos subsides, it slows.
All Castaways:
You know I couldn't mean you harm.
But every frog
Should treat me as a scorpion.
Track Name: Climatics
Cracked a rib on stones below.
Fingers, faces, no means no.
Crushed to diamonds, oils and animals.
Bleach to eyeballs, fields to town halls: all's revealed to citizens.

Waiting for them boys
To sort it out.
Jesus, can't you settle down?
And bring friends round?

Surveys...to fine tune tests and
Retests...to construct queries and
Questions...to raise your heads and
Wrongheads...to raise your hopes and
Cracked ribs...on stones below and
Faces...and no means no and
Deep down...it's beneath your homes
So switch on...to see what comes.
Track Name: The Weight of Hurricanes/The Upward-Sloping Path
The weight of hurricanes.
The wait for spring.
The wash of citizen's stories
And pensive wings.
And lifts the human air
To circulate.
Amongst our pasts and ruins
The seeds come calling in.

Carpitur acclivis per muta silentia trames arduus obscurus caligine densus opaca.

Be loud.
Be loudest.
Be a lighthouse through the darkened footpath.

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