Rockist Git Frank Turner and the horror of the live version of "I Still Believe"

I've had to speak to some 'freeman' people. It was kinda lol but mostly sad - most of them seemed to have other mental issues going on.

This fucking guy. I despair for the human race sometimes *weeps bitterly*

Frank Turner Reviews The Singles
"It made me want to stab myself in the face..."

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The fact that he didn't is a grave disappointment.

Ha I recently had my hair cut by one of the guys from Arches. He was telling me about his band then, and this is the first time I've seen them mentioned elsewhere. What a load of shite! He does a good haircut though.

I soooo want to bag on this asshat on fb, but I have a friend who's an "I've tattooed his lyrics on my body!"-level fan and she'd probably unfriend me and lose my number if I did that. He's just such a rich target, though! In the grand scheme, WGAF about Frank Turner, but it pains me not to go in on this clown whenever I want.

which Frank Turner lyrics does she have tattooed on her body

"Love is about all the changes you make and not just three small words."

:/

could be worse tbh

https://www.facebook.com/FrankTurnerTattoos/photos_stream

Does he rhyme it with "turds", "birds" or "girds"?

GOOD GAWD

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nightmarez

I'm gonna pretend that all those "I Still Believe" tats are for Tim Cappello.

"...three small words."

Fuck off cunt

"Nashville Tennessee"

From the heart of the Southern Downs, to the North-East London reservoirs,
From the start, the land scaped my sound, before I'd ever been to America.

And if I knew anybody who played pedal steel guitar,
I'd get them in my band and then my band would get real far,
But I was raised in middle England, and not in Nashville Tennessee,
And the only person in my band is me.

A simple scale on an old guitar, and a punk rock sense of honesty.
I cannot fail, I've got this far with no knowledge of mid-west geography.

And if I knew anywhere where I could drive in a straight line
For hours in the desert, I'd drive for hours at a time.
But I was raised in middle England, not in Nashville Tennessee,
And the only person in this car is me.

And yes I'm in four-four time, and yes I use cheap cheap rhymes,
But I try to make a sound my own.
I know I don't break new ground, many have travelled this sound,
But I try to make it sound like home.

Well I've been to Texas state, I didn't think it was that fucking great,
And Nebraska is just a bunch of songs,
Holloway and Hampshire where I belong.
And I don't know anybody who plays pedal steel guitar,
All the city roads are twisted and I do not own a car.
I was raised in middle England, not in Nashville Tennessee,
And the only thing I'm offering is me.

Richie, please.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=x72GyoWs3r8

Can't I just spend the next four years at a punk show?
I want to spend the next four years in the front row
Because if the world outside is going to shit
Then you will find me in the centre of the circle pit
I'm going to spend the next four years at a punk show

Can't I just spend the next four years getting wasted?
Maybe if I drink enough whisky shots I can face it
Because if we're welcoming in World War Three
Then I'm waving goodbye to my sobriety
I'm going to spend the next four years getting wasted

What do we do if they don't represent us?
What do we do, do, do?
I thought that we were winning the war against the homophobes and the racists
You can't be serious man, we can't be this fucked
Well I'm sorry, old friends, I guess it's time to suck it up
Don't go giving up now, here's what we do:

We can't just spend the next four years in a safe space
I'm going to spend the next four years getting outraged
So every single day let's find a brand new way
To let the motherfuckers know that we can't be swept away
I'm going to spend the next four years on the barricades

A change is going to come, and there's nothing to be done
A change is going to come, come, come:
The only thing to choose is to decide which way you're going to jump
So don't give into the hatred; don't give into the fear
Pour yourself a shot of anger to go with your beer

Let's be the sand in the gears for the next four years

wait shurely he got the governments he wanted?

who could have guessed that, of all the horrors of the last couple of weeks, it would be the reminder that frank turner exists that would push me over the edge into full-on existential crisis

everyone who wrote one of those "Trump being elected would actually be good in some ways because it will inspire some kick-ass protest music" hot takes should be forced to listen to this once a day for the next four years

lmao i had no idea there was a frank turner thread on ilx

his last record was very good

great song

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tB4Avdlz3lk

his last record was very good

this is utterly beyond the pale

lmao

that song is awful

back to the emo thread with me

lmao i had no idea there was a frank turner thread on ilx

Welcome to ILX's Frank Turner thread!

why is frank turner so bad and hated

i feel like this thread is a pretty good primer tbh but in brief

- privately-educated but presents as a horny-handed son of the soil
- that rarest and most ridiculous of things: a british libertarian
- his songs are fucking awful

his last record was very good

― who is extremely unqualified to review this pop album (BradNelson), Thursday, 2 February 2017 13:08 (two hours ago) Bookmark Flag Post Permalink

Closest I've ever come to FPing for something as innocuous as an opinion on music tbh

lol i would luv 2 be banned for enjoying a few frank turner songs

tbh if it wasn't Brad I'd've pulled the trigger

wonderful non-git John K. Samson's only tour date here was opening for Turner and it was such a bummer.

Classic thread made doubly classic by Brad's late entry into it.

every time i've only just forgotten about the existence of rockist git frank turner this thread gets bumped ;_;

this thread reminds me how good Billy Bragg is.

saw Jason Isbell in Oakland on Friday night...opening act none other than Frank :/

the crowd was super into his nonsense but i could not stand him. it was like if a shitty magician became a singer in a Kiss coverband, it was veering deeply into Paul Stanley parody territory
(I NEED A VOLUNTEER FROM THE AUDIENCE TO PLAY HARMONICA)
(EVERYBODY CLAP YOUR HANDS) (
EVERYBODY SING LIKE THIS: OOOOOOHHH)
(THE CROWD IN MONTANA SANG WAY LOUDER THAN YOU GUYS, I THOUGHT OAKLAND COULD DO BETTER)
All this endless interactive nonsense, it was maddening
Just fuckin sing your shit and if we like it then maybe we'll fuckin clap how about that

and i have always found it super annoying when the opening act comes out & plays like they're the headliner.

doesn't sound very libertarian

he's moved on to the nuremburg rally phase of his career

The Quietus posed the questions to Albini w/r/t to FT

Are you aware of Frank Turner's version?

SA: I don't know who Frank Turner is.

He's a sort of libertarian Billy Bragg figure from Hampshire with a fashionable beard.

SA: That sounds horrible. I like the actual socialist Billy Bragg. What's his name? I'm going to Google this fucker after we're done. However bad it is, whatever cringing I have to do when this is over, it's on you.

He introduces his version by saying how much the song chimed with his own "situation in life" which makes you wonder if he's one of those dudes who's maybe not getting it.


SA: Everything you've said to me makes me think I want this guy to jump in well but I haven't actually heard his music and I'm not familiar with him so I'm going to maintain the indifference of ignorance for now.

i take some small measure of solace in imagining frank being crushed by albini's pre-emptive dismissal

iirc some punter got mad at me for using the word git in this thread title

lol waht

iirc some punter got mad at me for using the word git in this thread title

― Universal LULU Nation (upper mississippi sh@kedown), Monday, September 18, 2017 11:57 AM (seven minutes ago) Bookmark Flag Post Permalink

"Oi mate that's our word you best be keppin outcha gob right? As you were."

Classic thread made doubly classic by Brad's late entry into it.

― The Doug Walters of Crime (Tom D.), Monday, September 18, 2017 2:53 AM (seven hours ago) Bookmark Flag Post Permalink

you're welcome

found this in the billy bragg guardian article linked upthread

[quote]Frank Turner reminds me very much of my first boyfriend Henry. We met at a student party; everyone else was getting drunk and dancing but he was simply sitting on the stairs strumming an acoustic guitar looking into the middle distance like some very lost soul. He was gently singing a song called What the thunder said which he told me was inspired by The Wasteland and when he sang it was like time stopped. I think what Henry and Frank both have in common is an ability to give a voice to the unspoken and to speak for a generation. Both are literate and understand the likes of Chaucer, Kyd and Marvell but both can also relate to the man in the street; after a date with myself Henry once spent nearly 10 minutes talking to a homeless man on Coldharbour Lane. Give praise that people like Frank, Mumford and Sons and Emmy the Great even exist today and bless us with their music.[/quote]

ysi?

just remembered, quite unprompted, that this guy existed and frankly it's ruined my weeked

Dead? No.

Now a published author...

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The brand new memoir from the Sunday Times bestselling author of The Road Beneath My Feet.

Taking 36 songs from his back catalogue, folk-punk icon Frank Turner explores his songwriting process. Find out the stories behind the songs forged in the hedonistic years of the mid-2000s North London scene, the ones perfected in Nashville studios, and everything in between. Some of these songs arrive fully-formed, as if they've always been there, some take graft and endless reworking to find 'the one'. In exploring them all, Turner reflects with eloquence, insight and self-deprecating wit on exactly what it is to be a songwriter.

From love songs and break-up songs to political calls-to-arms; songs composed alone in a hotel room or in soundcheck with the Sleeping Souls, this brilliantly written memoir - featuring exclusive photos of handwritten lyrics and more - is a must-have book for FT fans and anyone curious about how to write music.