A song for the introverts, for the bruised hearts, for the blushing ones fed up with holding it all inside.
Sometimes the past won’t let us go, but if we turn and face it, we can take action to dull the blows. We can heal ourselves.
This is a call to tell our stories – to ourselves and others. Our voices matter.
I wrote this song in one day in October 2023. Sometimes a song falls from the sky, and my job is to catch hold of it and nurture it.
This song helped heal me. Now it’s yours.
THANK YOU.
VIDEO CREDITS Directed and shot by Laura Kidd at The Carousel, Nottingham, and edited in The Launchpad. Additional filming and warm support by Tim Bailey.
SONG CREDITS Written, produced, performed, and recorded by Laura Kidd in The Launchpad, Nottingham. Piano by Jay Chakravorty. Drums by Max Saidi. Mixed by Chris Sheldon. Mastered by Katie Tavini.
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LYRICS
When did the light fade out of your eyes? When did the life drain out of mine? Now when the storm comes I’m ready to run How do you explain what we’ve become?
Just wait Don’t leave yet Don’t second guess
I’m not the life of the party I’m the light, I’m the light, I’m the light
I dream of a birthday – on my birthday Chocolate cake in my hands – don’t take my hand The gentlest fiction for my crash land
It shouldn’t surprise me – you surprise me The mess that we’re in – this mess we’re in Cos if it’s not raining it’s threatening – is threatening
Don’t leave You’re never known me Just listen
I’m not the life of the party I’m the light, I’m the light, I’m the light
Where did the love go out of your kiss? Why does it always come back to this?
I’m not the life of the party I’m the light, I’m the light I’m not the life of the party I’m the light, I’m the light I’m not the life of the party I’m the light, I’m the light I’m the light
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It could have been so great. They could have been heroes. But no. The internet made us disconnected, but they’re on another planet.
Maybe it was always like this, only now we can tune in at any time of day and hear the details. We watch, open-mouthed, as they get away with it. Criminal activity, noxious views, obscene gestures – anything goes when you have all the money in the world and a platform to spew from.
Living in a permanent state of cognitive dissonance is exhausting. Let’s disobey, let off steam, take care of each other and never, ever, give up.
VIDEO CREDITS Directed and shot by Laura Kidd at The Createry, Nottingham, edited in The Launchpad. Additional filming and alien wrangling by Tim Bailey.
SONG CREDITS Written, produced, performed, and recorded by Laura Kidd in The Launchpad, Nottingham. Drums by Max Saidi. Mixed by Chris Sheldon. Mastered by Katie Tavini.
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LYRICS
Spaceman Floating in your tin can Furious at everyone Will you go straight for the gun? Coulda woulda shoulda done Still you go Straight for the gun
Are we ecstatic or just numb? Pushing through the bodies as we run Boil the water slowly so we forget to scream Pick out the wrong side So we can just fight
Spacequeen Louder than you should have been Blowing it to smithereens Still you go Straight for the gun “Unbelievable scenes” Cos you go Straight for the gun
Are we ecstatic or just numb? Pushing through the bodies as we run Boil the water slowly so we forget to scream Pick out the wrong side So we can just fight
It’s too late Let your lies drag you under Tell me what you want now Can you tell me? Tell me what you want now You’ve got nothing to say anyway Tell me what you want now It’s all so strange, strange, strange Tell me what you want now You’ve got nothing to say Nothing to say Nothing to say
Spaceman Could have been the biggest bang But you go Straight for the gun Are we ecstatic or just numb? Pushing through the bodies as we run Boil the water slowly so we forget to scream
Pick out the wrong side So we can just fight Pick out the wrong side So we can just fight Pick out the wrong side So we can just fight
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Songs can mend moments. Art stretches time, giving me a chance to walk back into the room and say what I wouldacouldashoulda. Giving me the power to walk out.
“Emotional Tourist” is a fiery anthem* for anyone who’s suffered at the hands of bullies, creeps and narcissists. Fielding comments – or worse – on your appearance, your weight, your life choices. Painted into a corner by politeness, with an inability to believe someone could truly be that awful – and be doing it on purpose, too.
Just me? Sadly not.
11 years ago, faced with my soon-to-be-ex’s final attempts to extinguish my creativity I did manage to get out, but there was no blaze of glory. Real life is usually quieter than that.
I know I’m one of the lucky ones.
“Emotional Tourist” is a chance for me to rewrite my story in that blaze of glory – 3 minutes 40 seconds of foot-stomping, fist-wielding synth rock.
Because when events from the past refuse to stay there, the only thing to do as a songwriter is stab them in the eye with the blade of truth.
“You reap what you sow.”
* PS: my rule on such bragging is: if someone else (who isn’t a friend and doesn’t live with me) calls the song an anthem, I can call the song an anthem…
VIDEO CREDITS Directed, shot and edited by Laura Kidd.
Additional filming and warmest encouragement from Tim Bailey, my actual hero (can you spot his lovely face near the end of the video?)
Paper house crafted by LK, with a cameo from the Christmas tree fairy Sarah-Jane Osborne made for me a few years ago, when I went by the name She Makes War. Thank you, S-J!
PS I’m playing my beloved Reverend Double Agent OG in this video.
SONG CREDITS Written, produced, performed, and recorded by Laura Kidd in The Launchpad, Nottingham. Drums by Max Saidi. Mixed by Chris Sheldon. Mastered by Katie Tavini.
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LYRICS
You think I’m an emotional tourist But you don’t know how deep I go Holding tight, but I’m lost in this forest And there’s no sign of my hero So I guess I’ll just sleep in the snow
It’s like this – The lure of a late night kiss A situation that shouldn’t exist Now I’m trapped in a house in the humdrum With a cut-price narcissist – Now I’m trapped in a house with a poisoned mind
He tells me to give up my dream The thing I’ve wanted since I was 13 Or I’m not on his team Now there’s smoke in the house And I didn’t even think to scream
You reap what you sow, motherfucker / lazy lover Go Go, go
You think I’m an emotional tourist But you don’t know how deep I go Holding tight, but I’m lost in this forest And there’s no sign of my hero So I guess I’ll just sleep in the snow
I’m not finished
That’s two years I’ll never get back I’m sick of hearing I’m too fat I’m too boring I’m too this I’m too that
He said I couldn’t make him feel That I shouldn’t write about what’s real Then he lit that match Oh well – what’s a girl to do?
You reap what you sow, motherfucker / lazy lover Go, go I hope you know You reap what you sow So go
I hope you choke
You think I’m an emotional tourist But you don’t know how deep I go Holding tight, but I’m lost in this forest And there’s no sign of my hero So I guess I’ll just sleep in the snow I guess I’ll just sleep in the snow
You think I’m an emotional tourist But you don’t know how deep I go Holding tight, but I’m lost in this forest And there’s no sign of my hero So I guess I’ll just sleep And you can just weep in the snow
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40 years after “Last Christmas” changed the festive singalong forever, “Our Last Christmas” is here to shed light and nuance on an innocent love story gone sour.
The fictional prequel to the biggest Christmas banger of all time, a festive tale of love, understanding and the particular resignation that, when you break a songwriter’s heart, they’re probably going to write about it.
We all get carried away sometimes, taking steps down a road that steals us further away from our true selves. That awkward, sinking feeling when we realise we’ve made a mistake, led someone on with the best intentions. The conversation where we try to explain.
Like milk left out on a hot day, love can turn so quickly to something else, and – if you’re (un)lucky enough to be dating a songwriter – you brace yourself for the inevitable lyrical backlash.
Empathy is always an option, and my fictional retelling has it in spades, as our protagonist sends her spurned lover off with openhearted wisdom as she steps into her own changed future.
It’s easier to make a cartoon of someone who hurt you than to see their side of the story – and there’s always another side to the story.
“Our Last Christmas” is proof that we can’t always get what we want, but if we try sometimes we just might get what we need.
There’s always another side to the story.
Happy holidays! xxx
VIDEO CREDITS Directed, shot and edited by Laura Kidd.
SONG CREDITS Produced, performed, recorded and mixed by Laura Kidd in The Launchpad, Nottingham.
With HUGE thanks and maximum respect to George Michael for 40 years of musical inspiration.
I’ve never understood the “Whamageddon” thing, I love hearing “Last Christmas” and will happily spend every December in “Whamhalla” – see you there?
LYRICS
It’s our last Christmas Our last Christmas
My friends think you are trouble But I like your leather coat The bad boy in the kitchen With the world in every note
It’s our last Christmas Our last Christmas
But I don’t want you to go Not like this So give me one more kiss
You made a fuss of cooking But something won’t compute You seem to like my brother And I think your sister’s cute
It’s our last Christmas Our last Christmas
But I don’t want you to go Not like this So give me one more kiss
It’s honestly fine We’ll be just friends And I’ll tell my family
Promise me this Come over and give me one last kiss And promise you’ll write a global hit Come over and give me one last Christmas kiss x
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“Elephant” by Obey Robots features on our album “One In A Thousand”, out 24th February 2023 and available here.
Someone said the thumbnail of this video makes me look like I’m in an episode of Doctor Who, and I am here for that.
VIDEO CREDITS Directed, shot and edited by Laura Kidd. Filmed in the corner of Rat’s messy attic in the Midlands and in the middle of Laura’s messy home studio in Bristol. Luna tried to get on camera, but it wasn’t the right time. Can you spot her in this one though?
SONG CREDITS Produced by Laura Kidd in The Launchpad, Bristol. Mixed by Chris Sheldon at Red Cedar, London, mastered by Katie Tavini at Weird Jungle, Brighton. All music by Laura Kidd and Rat. Guitars by Rat. All lyrics, arrangements, vocals, bass and synths by Laura. Drums by Max Saidi.
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Taut and propulsive, “Elephant” marries the pop nouse of XTC with the stop-start dynamics of 00’s post-hardcore mainstays Hundred Reasons before opening up into the kind of shimmering chorus that would have shot Obey Robots to MTV stardom had it been the 90’s.
SONG CREDITS Produced by Laura Kidd. Mixed by Chris Sheldon. Mastered by Katie Tavini.
All music by Laura Kidd and Rat, all lyrics and arrangements by Laura Kidd. All vocals and bass by Laura, all guitars by Rat. Drums by Max Saidi.
Rat’s guitars recorded by Dan Austin. All other instruments recorded by Laura in The Launchpad, Bristol.
Single artwork by Laura Kidd, robot illustration by Alex Tillbrook.
LYRICS
Newspaper shouts that we’ve had enough The radio says we’re all out of love Don’t let them take what you worked hard for Slaving away for your family There’s nothing left for the strangers who bleed Hold tight to the things that you value
Thank your lucky stars Look to the future There’s freedom in guitars
We try to get it right Fight the forces on the other side Just a little longer Unbandaging our eyes Count the seconds as they crystallise It’s just a little further
The government says we’re overrun They get a break while you soldier on Cos you don’t have the life that you deserve You’re working hard for your family There’s nothing else, you believe what you read This wasn’t given to you on a plate
Don’t politicise Stick to the music Dance for a little while Always scraping the barrel Parroting lines I’ve never felt so angry
We try to get it right Fight the forces on the other side Just a little longer Unbandaging our eyes Count the seconds as they crystallise It’s just a little further
We’re wasting time Don’t want to feel so bad We’re wasting time And it was all we had
We try to get it right Fight the forces on the other side Just a little longer Unbandaging our eyes Count the seconds as they crystallise It’s just a little further
We try to get it right Fight the forces on the other side Just a little longer Unbandaging our eyes Losing hours as they hypnotise It’s always a little further than we can
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“Porcupine” by Obey Robots features on our album “One In A Thousand”, out 24th February 2023 and available here.
The only reviews I care about are from music fans…here are some words on “Porcupine”:
“Damned fine. Catchy, driving tune allied to pleasingly daft day-go visuals” – author Ian Rankin
“90s guitar mated with 80s synth to make a 2023 musical gem of a baby. love it.” – TheHousePanther
“an absolute hoot!” – Jo
“You Robots know how to party!” – Joe
“Awesome riff, hilarious video, cracking song! Love it!!! “ – Gary
“SO FUN! Love this!” – Wendy
“Killer riff, great vocal, and a hugely fun video to go with them. Well played, again. This album is going to be a belter.” – Matt
“Pink wafers for the win.” – PupGeorge
“That was absolutely bonkers and I love it!” – Vince
“What fabulous nonsense! I will practice dance moves for any live performance you put on – even if I’m not attending” – Shane
“every part of this is utterly delightful!” – Dan
“I am a porcupine!” – Jez
THANK YOU
I’d had this video idea in mind for months, and when it came time to make it a reality the timing was perfect.
New Year, new outlook. It was time to throw off the bad bits of 2022 and be as utterly silly as we liked. Who cares?
I’m a porcupine! You’re a porcupine!
The song is about defensiveness (particularly on the internet); our seemingly innate urge to throw up our spikes right away to defend ourselves by caricaturing the opposition, magnified by addictive media.
We’re told “there’s nothing new under the sun”…bring me another song containing the words “erethizontidae” and “hystricidae” accompanied by a video featuring a cardboard robot party in the local village hall and I’ll agree with you!
VIDEO CREDITS Directed and edited by Laura Kidd DOP – Sarah Smither Camera and lighting assistant – Miles McDowell Set photography, porcupine creation and general wonderfulness – Tim Bailey Costumes by Rat & Laura (obviously!) Filmed at Shirehampton Public Hall, Bristol
SONG CREDITS Produced by Laura Kidd in The Launchpad, Bristol. Mixed by Chris Sheldon at Red Cedar, London, mastered by Katie Tavini at Weird Jungle, Brighton. All music by Laura Kidd and Rat. Guitars by Rat. All lyrics, arrangements, vocals, bass and synths by Laura. Drums by Max Saidi.
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Originally released in December 2020, “Let It Snow” wasn’t just the first Obey Robots single, it was the first song we completed (in December 2020!).
It was a test:
-> can we make music together? -> do we love what we made? -> does anyone want to hear it?
If the answer to the first two questions had been “no”, you would never have heard of Obey Robots. And if the answer to the second question was “yes”, the answer to the third question would never stop me anyway.
Happily, the answer to the second question was HELL YES! – and the overwhelmingly positive response from music fans was the icing on the cake. A cake full of riffs!
For this new video, I decided to invite you in to get a sense of what the collaboration process was like for Rat and I.
By December 2020 we’d only met in person twice, so all communication was by email and occasional Zoom calls. We were always speaking from our individual creative spaces, which I think helped us both to feel more confident talking to someone we didn’t know that well.
I got so used to seeing Rat on my computer screen that it still surprises me when we meet up – he’s very tall!
Most of the video was shot using Quicktime player. We’ve all grown perhaps too familiar with the particular quality of footage you get on video calls, so I wanted to retain that to bring you right into the middle of things.
All the footage up to the instrumental was shot individually and separately: me in my home studio, Rat in his. And then – well, I don’t want to ruin the plot twist, you’ll just have to watch!
Being creative doesn’t require fancy equipment or a big team of people. You can achieve a lot with just an idea, some basic gear and the drive to complete something. That’s how our album was made, and how everything else we’re sharing is being made. That’s how I’ve always worked.
This is real people making real music about real things. I hope you enjoy it.
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A song about the cognitive dissonance of feeling “super connected”: supposedly informed and part of a community via social media, yet deluded if we think typing words into a little box is enough to show empathy to people in very different situations to our own comfort. “If we’re super connected, why aren’t we all floating in the sea?”
VIDEO CREDITS Directed and edited by Laura Kidd. DOP – Sarah Smither. Right-hand woman + set photography – Charlie Romijn Set assistants/extras – Megan Green, Leanne Bond & Kit Crew-Gee Set photographer – Kate Feast
Shot at Boom Satsuma, Bristol. Huge thanks to Freya Billington, Phil Zikking and David Neal.
SONG CREDITS Produced by Laura Kidd in The Launchpad, Bristol. Mixed by Chris Sheldon at Red Cedar, London, mastered by Katie Tavini at Weird Jungle, Brighton.
All music by Laura Kidd and Rat. Guitars by Rat.All lyrics, arrangements, vocals, bass, synths, drum programming and lead guitar by Laura.
LYRICS
I drew a target on the back of my neck Cos some are more equal than others Disaster junkies scrape bottomless feeds As long as their self-satisfaction’s guaranteed
We hold on to life, like everyone tries If we’re super connected Why aren’t we all floating in the sea?
Stuck with myself, I run for my health Cos these pretty flowers can kill you Send bottles downstream in an alkaloid dream Share in this delusion where no-one hears you scream
We hold on to life, like everyone tries If we’re super connected Why aren’t we all floating in the sea?
We hold on to life, like everyone tries If we’re super connected Why aren’t we all floating in the sea?
“Featuring the iconic guitar sound of Rat (Ned’s Atomic Dustbin) and the compassionate melodic arrangements of Laura Kidd (Penfriend / She Makes War), “Not The Quiet Type” implores the listener to stop chasing perfection and step fully into themselves and their perceived imperfections.”
No experience is truly wasted. Try, fail and try again. Be yourself, fall in love, get it all terribly wrong and get back up.
CREDITS Produced by Laura Kidd in The Launchpad, Bristol. Mixed by Chris Sheldon at Red Cedar, London, mastered by Katie Tavini at Weird Jungle, Brighton. All music by Laura Kidd and Rat. All lyrics, arrangements, vocals, bass, and synths by Laura. All guitars by Rat. Drums by Max Saidi.
LYRICS
Goodbye, a little sigh Sticking fingers in my eyes Out of time, out of sight So I’ll try another night
I won’t regret all the hours that I spent I’m not here to make amends I am not the quiet type
Destruction makes us stronger We will always get it wrong So fall to pieces, fall apart We’ll stick it back together
Am I being interesting? Turning cheek and fighting spin? Finding comfort in my skin? Imperfection’s always in
I won’t regret all the hours that I spent I’m not here to make amends No, I’m not the quiet type!
Destruction makes us stronger We will always get it wrong So fall to pieces, fall apart We’ll stick it back together
Destruction makes us stronger We will always get it wrong So fall to pieces, fall apart Then get back up
Destruction makes me stronger I will always do my best So fall to pieces, fall in love We’ll stick it back together