Holy Cow! RIDDLES are going to Holland! We’re playing Podium Asteriks in Parkeer Garage Oldehove, Friesland, on 31/08/14. 
Supporting The Black Cult!
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Holy Cow! RIDDLES are going to Holland! We’re playing Podium Asteriks in Parkeer Garage Oldehove, Friesland, on 31/08/14. 

Supporting The Black Cult!

https://www.facebook.com/events/713881082001160/?ref=22

RIDDLES - Sweet T’s now available. Very limited numbers. Get in touch with us on Facebook -

https://www.facebook.com/Riddlespsyche?fref=ts

or at my contact email to order. 

Every sale helps us fight the demons of travel costs, rehearsal room prices, the cost of strings, amp repairs, petrol, bed and bread. Fund our baby, our band! :)

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RIDDLES - live at The Macbeth, Shoreditch, London, 12.8.14
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RIDDLES - live at The Macbeth, Shoreditch, London, 12.8.14

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Dream bass amp - in the studio with RIDDLES. More stuff from our recording session here -
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Dream bass amp - in the studio with RIDDLES. More stuff from our recording session here -

https://www.facebook.com/Riddlespsyche?fref=ts

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RIDDLES, live @ The Shacklewell Arms, London, 04/08/2014

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RIDDLES - featured on culturedvultres.com
http://culturedvultures.com/pulse-new-music-you-need-1/#pulse-new-music-you-need-1

Riddles live at The Windmill, Brixton, 01/08/2014

Filmed by Lou Smith

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RIDDLES - Live @ The Shacklewell Arms, London, 04.08.14 (supporting Taman Shud and Love Buzzard).
https://www.facebook.com/events/877450212284987/?ref=22

RIDDLES - Live @ The Shacklewell Arms, London, 04.08.14 (supporting Taman Shud and Love Buzzard).

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RIDDLES live @ The Hope, Brighton, 12.07.14, supporting Autobahn on their EP Launch with Broadbay, Tusks and Digo.

Photos By Ollie Thomas/Acidbox

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RIDDLES - Live @ Windmill Brixton, 01/08/14
Supporting Sleaze.
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RIDDLES - Live @ Windmill Brixton, 01/08/14

Supporting Sleaze.

https://www.facebook.com/events/656354177784295/?ref=22

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RIDDLES in the NME! 
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Some nice press for RIDDLES and The Lennys in the local paper :) Get issue 10 of the Hastings Independent now! 

RIDDLES and Puffer live for Jimi Riddles birthday take over @ The Alibi, Dalston, 9pm - 2am, 23.07.14
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RIDDLES and Puffer live for Jimi Riddles birthday take over @ The Alibi, Dalston, 9pm - 2am, 23.07.14

https://www.facebook.com/events/655711567849408/?ref=22

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Garage Flowers - Garage Flowers EP - Out Now!
http://garageflowers100.bandcamp.com/album/garage-flowers-ep
<a href=”http://garageflowers100.bandcamp.com/album/garage-flowers-ep” data-mce-href=”http://garageflowers100.bandcamp.com/album/garage-flowers-ep”>Garage Flowers EP by Garage Flowers</a>

Garage Flowers - Garage Flowers EP - Out Now!

http://garageflowers100.bandcamp.com/album/garage-flowers-ep

Thom Carter - Jacket EP - free download out now on bandcamp - 
http://thomcarter.bandcamp.com/album/jacket-ep

<a href=”http://thomcarter.bandcamp.com/album/jacket-ep” data-mce-href=”http://thomcarter.bandcamp.com/album/jacket-ep”>Jacket EP by Thom Carter</a>

Women, on the hill, On the hill, they come, Images, of a restless night, And of the sexual type of love. Tell me, what did the witches see? What did the Sandman leave at your door? Friday, and the wind blows East, Through your Harris Tweed jacket, Jacket, Jacket, Jacket, Jacket. Patterns, made of falling leaves, Before they’ve been raked up by the Parkmen, “All Clear”, says the Ambulance voice, “But they’ll be no more dreaming, no more”… Frightened by the Winters smoking blues, And the softly falling arrow of The Truth; That it’s not real anymore, without you, It’s just not real anymore, But there’s still women on the hill, Women on the hill, They come, Just don’t you fall in love, Tonight, Just don’t you fall in love, And you’ll be alright, ‘Cause there’s nothing but their powdered eyes, ‘Cause there’s nothing but the same old tightening ties, Around your life and mine, Around your life and mine, And you can’t cut them if you try.




Open, expecting, misappropriated, unrelenting, Hollow as that old saying about love, Madam, you’re a car crash waiting to happen, Like an atom bouncing off the wall, In collision, with scientific precision, Into me and my heart just like before, And do you really need me? ‘Cause in a way I hope you don’t, The strangely feminist dichotomy, Of a woman who is taken but wants more, And who am I to object? Lets just get on with it, Who am I to object? But a willing counterfeit. ‘Turn off the light’, did someone say? Before your eyes, she fades away, And now, your hands are full, With responsibility and with guilt, With responsibility and with guilt With responsibility…





She takes the waiting handful of coins and notes, From the tables edge, Lit in the light of his studio room, And prints will be all she has left to show, When the money is spent, And the jobs are gone to girls less old. Well they all want to be with her, But all they get is her time, So take your time, Nettie, darling, Nettie, take your time. The story of a documentary film, That stopped in New Orleans, Where you are still, In a trailer made for two, And as she slips her tights over her hips, And puts her things back on… I know that you will leave there, With paper in your hand, And if his hand was a good sum, It will be resting on your…. Resting on your back, Well they all want to be with her, But all they get is her time, So take your time Nettie, darling, Nettie, take your time.





Come and lay down in the Sun, Smoke a cigarette, put the world to rest, With your poison tongue, A mix up of intellect and failure in your caustic wit, Oh, look what you’ve done, Turned yourself to stone, What have you become, But a hypocritical head banging on and on and on? About your true lovers, The last of which was me, All of whom gave up on you, Or “failed you”, as you’d like to think, Oh, you shout and wave your arms around, But it does no good to me, No, I don’t even see you anymore, Princess Misery, Princess of misery. I took you as my lady, I took you for a while, Till your groundless suspicions and martial ambitions, Turned that all around, And you wished on me disaster, As you put lipstick on your mouth, Lipstick like a Roman shield, Before the sword comes out, You used to walk the Western Road, Telling me that God would bless my soul, Its only God who I can’t answer for, I loved you once, not anymore. Oh, how great the divide, Between the poverty that felt then, And the poverty that I now feel inside, As a reminder, A talisman if you will, That keeps me wondering if that , Lipstick curse of yours is true, If that lipstick curse of yours rings true, We used to walk a path unknown, Without all the complications of letting go, Like a jail with one door open, Leading out to grass, When the watchman’s eye is off the ball, You’d be a fool to pass up on the chance, A fool to pass up on the chance. You used to walk the Western Road, Telling me that God would bless my soul, Its only God that I can’t answer for, I loved you once, not anymore, Anymore.

Thom Carter - Jacket EP - free download out now on bandcamp - 

http://thomcarter.bandcamp.com/album/jacket-ep

Women, on the hill, 
On the hill, they come, 

Images, of a restless night, 
And of the sexual type of love. 

Tell me, what did the witches see? 
What did the Sandman leave at your door? 

Friday, and the wind blows East, 
Through your Harris Tweed jacket, 


Jacket, Jacket, 
Jacket, Jacket. 


Patterns, made of falling leaves, 
Before they’ve been raked up by the Parkmen, 

“All Clear”, says the Ambulance voice, 
“But they’ll be no more dreaming, no more”… 


Frightened by the Winters smoking blues, 
And the softly falling arrow of The Truth; 
That it’s not real anymore, without you, 
It’s just not real anymore, 

But there’s still women on the hill, 
Women on the hill, 
They come, 

Just don’t you fall in love, 
Tonight, 

Just don’t you fall in love, 
And you’ll be alright, 

‘Cause there’s nothing but their powdered eyes, 
‘Cause there’s nothing but the same old tightening ties, 
Around your life and mine, 

Around your life and mine, 
And you can’t cut them if you try.

Open, expecting, misappropriated, unrelenting, 
Hollow as that old saying about love, 

Madam, you’re a car crash waiting to happen, 
Like an atom bouncing off the wall, 

In collision, with scientific precision, 
Into me and my heart just like before, 


And do you really need me? 
‘Cause in a way I hope you don’t, 

The strangely feminist dichotomy, 
Of a woman who is taken but wants more, 

And who am I to object? 
Lets just get on with it, 

Who am I to object? 
But a willing counterfeit. 


‘Turn off the light’, did someone say? 
Before your eyes, she fades away, 

And now, your hands are full, 
With responsibility and with guilt, 

With responsibility and with guilt 
With responsibility…

She takes the waiting handful of coins and notes, 
From the tables edge, 
Lit in the light of his studio room, 

And prints will be all she has left to show, 
When the money is spent, 
And the jobs are gone to girls less old. 


Well they all want to be with her, 
But all they get is her time, 
So take your time, Nettie, darling, 
Nettie, take your time. 


The story of a documentary film, 
That stopped in New Orleans, 
Where you are still, 
In a trailer made for two, 

And as she slips her tights over her hips, 
And puts her things back on… 


I know that you will leave there, 
With paper in your hand, 
And if his hand was a good sum, 
It will be resting on your…. 
Resting on your back, 


Well they all want to be with her, 
But all they get is her time, 
So take your time Nettie, darling, 
Nettie, take your time.

Come and lay down in the Sun, 
Smoke a cigarette, put the world to rest, 
With your poison tongue, 
A mix up of intellect and failure in your caustic wit, 


Oh, look what you’ve done, 
Turned yourself to stone, 
What have you become, 
But a hypocritical head banging on and on and on? 

About your true lovers, 
The last of which was me, 
All of whom gave up on you, 
Or “failed you”, as you’d like to think, 

Oh, you shout and wave your arms around, 
But it does no good to me, 
No, I don’t even see you anymore, 
Princess Misery, 
Princess of misery. 


I took you as my lady, 
I took you for a while, 
Till your groundless suspicions and martial ambitions, 
Turned that all around, 

And you wished on me disaster, 
As you put lipstick on your mouth, 
Lipstick like a Roman shield, 
Before the sword comes out, 


You used to walk the Western Road, 
Telling me that God would bless my soul, 
Its only God who I can’t answer for, 
I loved you once, not anymore. 


Oh, how great the divide, 
Between the poverty that felt then, 
And the poverty that I now feel inside, 

As a reminder, 
A talisman if you will, 
That keeps me wondering if that , 
Lipstick curse of yours is true, 

If that lipstick curse of yours rings true, 


We used to walk a path unknown, 
Without all the complications of letting go, 
Like a jail with one door open, 
Leading out to grass, 

When the watchman’s eye is off the ball, 
You’d be a fool to pass up on the chance, 
A fool to pass up on the chance. 


You used to walk the Western Road, 
Telling me that God would bless my soul, 
Its only God that I can’t answer for, 
I loved you once, not anymore, 
Anymore.

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