The Pedra Branca EP

by Azmyl Yunor, Hell Low

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The Pedra Branca EP is a collaborative effort between Malaysian folk punk singer-songwriter Azmyl (Azmyl Yunor and the Sigarettes, Ben's Bitches, The Maharajah Commission, Ciplak, Roarm) and Singaporean doom folk artist Hell Low.

Born out of several random yet fruitful meetings in Singapore and Malaysia, the EP was recorded, engineered and produced by acclaimed producer and musician Ronnie Khoo (Furniture, Ciplak) at his home studio (stickylight) between November 2013 and March 2014.

Also featured on the EP are Malaysian folk singer-songwriter Heymun and composer and Theremin player Ng Chor Guan.

The EP stands out a beacon for understanding of commonalities between the cross straits neighbors. Each song a carefully crafted tribute to love, loss and living in their respective countries. It also acknowledges the tensions that exist between borders as different yet similar cultures and ideals clash and coalesce. In the end it is an EP about hope. Hope for the future of both our countries as politics up north take on a distinctively non-secular slant and those down south move on from a one party system of governance.

* Pedra Branca is an outlying Singaporean island and also the easternmost point of Singapore that was a subject of a territorial dispute between Malaysia and Singapore that was finally settled by the International Court of Justice ruling in 2008.

The Pedra Branca Tour Dates:

April 19 – Gem Bar II, Singapore
April 20 – Independent Archive and Research Centre, Singapore
April 26 – TBC, George Town, Penang
April 27 – Khizanat, Ipoh, Perak
April 29 – Merdekarya, Petaling Jaya
April 30 – Pisco Bar, Kuala Lumpur
May 1 – Laundry Bar, Mutiara Damansara


AZMYL YUNOR

A former street musician, Azmyl Yunor is a pioneering Malaysian independent/underground artist who’s helped popularise the lo-fi folk, singer-songwriter, and noise rock genres in Malaysia through relentless gigging, collaborations, and a prolific recording output since 1997 (eight solo albums and three EPs – including the "Pedra Branca EP" split with Hell Low - to date). He is also known for his work with his touring band The Sigarettes and as a founding member of noise-rock band The Maharajah Commission, no wave band Ciplak, and punk band Ben’s Bitches. A wandering cult figure of sorts, he prefers to navigate along the outer margins of the music circuit and ply his trade on his own terms with a very distinctive singular vision and wit.

www.facebook.com/azmylyunor
soundcloud.com/azmyl
www.twitter.com/azmyl
www.azmylyunor.com

HELL LOW

Hell Low was once an angry young man. He is no longer young and the anger has been tempered into melancholia. He writes about living in the tiny red dot called Singapore. Hell Low is also the moniker for doom folk musician Jeremy Lee. He is now in the process of touring and recording the follow up to "The Pedra Branca EP"

www.facebook.com/lowhell
soundcloud.com/helllow
twitter.com/idealiste

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email: thediaristsessions@gmail.com
mob: +65 9100 6979

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released April 18, 2014

Side A

Wrong Time, Wrong Place - AY
Emotionless Ones - HL
Conditions Apply - AY

Music and lyrics written by: Jeremy Lee

Hell Low: vocals, whistling, baritone acoustic guitar, acoustic guitar, slide guitar, singing saw.
Azmyl Yunor: harmonica ("In Between")
Ronnie Khoo: other instruments/ programming
© 2014 Jeremy Lee

Side B

Let's Get Low - HL
There Is Nobody - AY
In Between - HL

Music and lyrics written by: Azmyl Yunor

Azmyl Yunor: vocals, acoustic guitar, mandolin, harmonica, electric lap steel, concertina, handclaps, tambourine, piano.
Heymun: backing vocals ("There Is Nobody")
Ng Chor Guan: Theremin ("Conditions Apply")
© 2014 Azmyl Yunor

Recorded, Mixed and Mastered at stickylight.
Engineer: Ronnie Khoo
Produced by: Ronnie Khoo, Azmyl Yunor, Jeremy Lee
Video: Gan Siong King

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The Pedra Branca EP

Azmyl Yunor and Hell Low met in December 2012 in a little alternative arts space, that has since closed, called The Pigeonhole. Hell Low (then known as the Constant Idealiste) was the opening act for Azmyl's stopover in Singapore.

Being both somewhat marginalized individuals due to the unpopular nature of the music they play, they naturally bonded over beers in SG and KL.
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Track Name: Azmyl Yunor - Wrong Time, Wrong Place
Sitting at the table looking like hell
Wondering if you’re around, if you could tell
The graveyard landscape of my mind is foggy
Since all I believed in is all broken
I can’t even stand up yet I’ve spoken
Peeping through these bloodshot eyes I’m fading

‘Cause if it’s true what they say about it
If nothing is, then nothing should
But I’m a stubborn wheel, so I’m just gonna keep it cool

I’ll be leaving in the morning when it’s broken
I can’t even crawl but I’m a-rollin’
Scraping these moss of memories I’m reeling
Clocks are croaking, too afraid to sell
Things I gotta tell you, might as well
Gamble the last of my nine lives away

‘Cause if it’s true what they say about it
If nothing was, then nothing could
But I’m in the wrong time and wrong place
Wrong Time, Wrong Place

In the wrong time, wrong place
Wrong time and face

Brittle and bony as an empty shell
Wondering what went on and if it went well
Wondering what I did this time ‘round
That made you feel this way
Trash the TV, dream away
The sky looks blue in dismay
Roll another one for the road, ol’ faith is gone

If I can’t do what you want then I’m just a failure
But I’m nobody’s fool, so I’m just gonna take it cool

In the wrong time, wrong place
Wrong time and face
Track Name: Hell Low - Emotionless Ones
Emotionless Ones

We are the emotionless ones
Deadpan no expression
I can't smile and I can't cry
Nothing seems to get me high

People on the bus and their attention boxes
No need for conversation
Emotions simmer, beneath their quiet exteriors
Do soulless eyes stare back?

From the mirror...
Do soulless eyes stare back?
From the mirror...
Do soulless eyes stare back?

Well I don't know what you may see
Emotionless to you is not the same to me

Well I don't know what you may see
Emotionless to you is not the same to me

Well I don't know what you may see
Emotionless to you is not the same to me

Well I don't know what you may see
Emotionless to you is not the same to me

Cause we laugh, and we cry
Just like everybody else
We hurt, and we pray
To the various deities

We just keep it to...
Keep it to...
Keep it to...
Ourselves
Track Name: Azmyl Yunor - Conditions Apply
Conditions Apply

Maybe it’s not the smoking, maybe it’s the cigarettes that you smoke
Maybe it’s not in the punch line, maybe it’s not a joke
Maybe it’s not in a wicked grin, maybe it’s not a sin
Maybe it don’t mean anything but something’s gotta give in

Nothing to show for all that distance
Nothing to prove right from the start
Apologies for your insistence/indifference
Wake me up when we get to the part where I sing…

“You’ve been running so long, you forget what you were running from…”

All these movies with continental four seasoned themes
Don’t seem to mirror my monsoon fevered dreams
Where there are no summers missed ‘cause it always is
And it’s hard to find a decent public space to kiss

Maybe him? Maybe her? Maybe them? Maybe me?
Maybe everyone? Nobody? Something? Destiny?

“You’ve been running so long, you forget what you were running from…”
Track Name: Hell Low - Let's Get Low
Let's Get Low

All over again, playing games... with my... fragile heart
All over again, you play with the feelings... in my... foolish heart

The words they wither, on your lips...
You shouldn't speak cos the letters... they cut deep
Your whore's perfume still ... clogs the air
I hate it cos it fucking lingers... everywhere

All over again, playing games... with my... fragile heart
All over again, you play with the feelings... in my... foolish heart

You killed me stabbed my twice
Although it was I...
Who held the knife
These ceramic walls are my last reprieve
Those cunning words no longer deceive
Those cunning words no longer deceive
Control escape from the memory of you
From the memory of you...
From the memory of you...

All over again
All over again
All over again
All over again
All over again
All over again
All over again
All over again
All over again...
Track Name: There Is Nobody
There Is Nobody

There is nobody…to pick you up when you fall
There is nobody…to pick you up if you fall
Nobody rings back after you’ve called
They always catch you when things start to look up
Not when you've just, just about to give up…give up…give up…

Pull that smile on your face, everything’s in its right place
The miles of tragedies out of you
You’re the most evident given its true

There is nobody…to pick you up when you fall
There is nobody…to pick you up when you fall
I’ll be leaving when you need me
Even when I’m the one you needed most

Well with what I earn will I be free
Ofall my fears and your hopes
That I’ve whispered to you
If so….and so….and so

There is nobody…there to hold your hand
You wait in line too…you can’t even stand
There is nobody…nobody
Track Name: Hell Low - In Between
In Between

I am the man that time's forgotten
I am the rolled poster boy
For a disenchanted generation
We're the forgotten generation

An education's wasted
If you can't think for yourself
We all live in a state of grey, not pure white
Our vision's a haze

I see the old waiting to die
I see the young being fed all those lies
By the ghosts in white...

Does a country rich?
Mean we're happy?
Does a high GDP?
Make us happy?
Cos I'm not happy

I think we have time... To change our minds
We should find time... To change our minds
You can find time... To change your mind
Yes we can find time... To change our mind

Sleepless in black tenements... We,
Run around with knives in our backs
All thieves...
No police...