Hippopotamus

Tracklisting



Reviews

Record Collector – 5 stars – album of the month - “Sparks remain all about tomorrow” “[Hippopotamus] could lift them once more above the cult parapet”


The Times - 5 stars (main album review) “the album is brilliant”

“One of the most unusual and arresting albums of their career”


The i – 5 stars - Album Of The Week - “stuffed with short, literate, witty pop songs”


Independent – 5 stars ‘Smarter and more satisfying than ever’


The Guardian – 4 stars “Ron and Russell Mael at their arch-pop best”


Daily Mirror – 4 stars “Hippopotamus is, suitably, large”


Daily Express – 5 stars “this is smart and stunning throughout”


Sunday Express - 4 stars “A set of fascinating and literate songs that never meander too far from being chart material”


MOJO - 4 stars - “An emphatic show of Ron & Russell’s late-period genius.”

“Hippopotamus is never anything less than wildly entertaining”

“Two hundred years from now, the dictionary definition for brilliantly eccentric pop will remain the same: Sparks”


Uncut – 8/10 - “no end of delights”


Louder Than War Magazine - 9/10 - "A truly magnificent record that showcases Sparks' many facets." "One of the finest albums of the year so far!"


Vive Le Rock - 9/10 - "Fresh, inventive, quirky and instantly recognisable." "They're continually coming up with new ways to keep us intrigued."


Classic Pop – 4 stars

“Sparks are true originals”

“The Mael brothers are back, and as delightfully oddball as ever”

“Hippopotamus represents everything you’ve come to love about Sparks, while demonstrating how it’s never too late to join them”

“Another album of brilliantly bonkers pop”

“Their latest collection of absurdist yet accessible modern pop, Hippopotamus, has left critics reeling…again!”

“Hippopotamus is as far from career-coasting tedium as you could get”


Clash

“yet another brilliant record, one which defies expectation and yet which is as idiosyncratically Sparks as ever.”


Diffuser

“It is, without question, a five-star classic.”

“This is pop of an all-too rare form: clever, witty, and catchy as hell.”

“Sparks remain a genuine treasure in this world of manual evacuation passed off as popular music.”


Line Of Best Fit 8/10

“The latest volume in an alternative cultural history formed of all the weird things that only Sparks are audacious enough to make songs about.” “Rejoice for more of the same superb silliness from Sparks”


The Skinny

“It’s funny, outrageous, weird, complicated, dark, silly….it sounds huge.”


Under The Radar - "Hippopotamus (like all Sparks albums) often functions like a short story, with each song reaching a narrative or thematic conclusion that often leaves the listener amused and/or befuddled, but always the wiser of some little overlooked absurdity in life."


Riddle Magazine

“Twenty-five albums in, Sparks remain aptly deserving of their stature and name; dynamic, spirited and wonderfully off-piste”


Maximum Volume 9.5/10

“A true masterpiece”


Musosguide "While other, younger bands are content to coast on past glories, Sparks remain vital, their music modern and forward looking, and that remains true on Hippopotamus. If you don’t know Sparks but are a fan of Alt-J, Everything Everything, or Amanda Palmer, then come see where they got their inspiration. If you’re already a fan, then Hippopotamus is as good as they have ever been."




Lyrics

01. Probably Nothing

Something to tell you, but now I forget
Probably nothing
Some little story, no, nothing, not yet
Probably nothing
Don’t try to think of it then it’ll come
Happens a lot lately, I feel so dumb
It’ll come when it comes,
but I still feel so dumb
Something to tell you, but now I forget
Probably nothing
Let’s just forget it, the sun’s gonna set
I’m sure it was nothing
Why are looking at me in that way?
What was it that you
thought I would now say?
Mild disappointment
shown now in the way
That you walk away, you walk away

02. Missionary Position

It’s a little retro and a bit passé
But you know you make her feel AOK
And she feels all right,
the stars are bright,
the Missionary Position
And the acrobats, well,
they tend to scoff
All you know is that
you can get her off
And you feel all right,
the stars are bright,
the Missionary Position
The tried and true is good enough
for me and you, for me and you
The tried and true is good enough,
don’t need anymore,
We don’t need anymore
A rebranding effort
might be just the thing
But a name’s a name,
and we’re continuing
Always feeling fine, it ain’t the wine,
it’s the Missionary Position
There are pros and cons
to each different pose
But we don’t see any need
to get to those
‘Cause we’re feeling great,
a heightened state,
the Missionary Position
The tried and true is good enough
for me and you, for me and you
The tried and true is good enough,
don’t need anymore,
We don’t need anymore,
Don’t need anymore,
We don’t need anymore
You might have positions
you can recommend
But I don’t know
if we’ll ever get to them
‘Cause we feel all right,
the stars are bright,
the Missionary Position
You might pride yourself,
you’re so avant garde
But we’re Neoclassicists,
I guess, at heart,
Patronize all you like,
we both like the Missionary Position
Missionary, missionary,
Missionary, missionary
Missionary, missionary,
Missionary, missionary
Missionary, missionary,
Missionary, missionary
Missionary, missionary,
Missionary, missionary
It’s a private matter as to frequency
But we both are smiling
as you well can see
And it ain’t no joke,
it ain’t Baroque,
it’s the Missionary Position
It’s a little retro and a bit passé
But you know you make her feel AOK
And she feels all right,
the stars are bright,
the Missionary Position

03. Edith Piaf (Said It Better Than Me)

It’s a heartwarming song
For the easily moved
The effect is all wrong
Plain to see I’m not moved
As I stand in the light
Of a shop that is closed
God, I’d love me a fight
There’s no poem, just prose
Edith Piaf said it better than me
“Je Ne Regrette Rien”
Pretty song but not intended for me
Time to put some Muzak on
There were no smoky dives,
few amours, fou or not
There were no petty crimes,
foreign substances bought
There were no midnight drives
with a crime boss’s wife
Need a sentence at most
in assessing my life
Edith Piaf said it better than me
“Je Ne Regrette Rien”
Pretty song but not intended for me
Time to put some Muzak on
Drunken and short-lived flings
Montparnasse lights
Holding a hand of kings
My hunch was right
When’s that night
Edith Piaf said it better than me
“Je Ne Regrette Rien”
Pretty song but not intended for me
Time to put some Muzak on
Live fast and die young
Live fast and die young
Live fast and die young
Too late for that
Too late for that
Live fast and die young
Live fast and die young
Live fast and die young
Too late for that
Too late for that
Live fast and die young
Live fast and die young
Live fast and die young
Too late for that
Too late for that
Live fast and die young
Live fast and die young
Live fast and die young
Too late for that
Too late for that
Think of one single night
One so strong. you’re aflame
Well, I’m sorry, time’s up
Sorry, nothing will change
Edith Piaf said it better than me
“Je Ne Regrette Rien”
Pretty song but not intended for me
Time to put some Muzak on
Edith Piaf said it better
Born to be bad
I was born to be bad
I was born to be bad
Not this time, not this time
Born to be bad
I was born to be bad
I was born to be bad
Not this time, not this time
Edith Piaf said it better than me
“Je Ne Regrette Rien”
Pretty song but not intended for me
Listen, there is Muzak on
Edith Piaf said it better

04. Scandinavian Design

I’ve got nothing,
just a table and two chairs
But they’re beautiful
and I just stand and stare
Time and space intertwined
Elegance, simple lines,
Scandinavian Design
I’ve got nothing,
just a table and two chairs
But I know that everything
I need is there
Every line, every shape
Sculptural, no escape
It’s Scandinavian Design
Sometimes she comes over,
I think I know why
Says the sky has bored her,
what’s wrong with the sky
Who am I to turn her out,
all that she thinks about
Is Scandinavian Design
She stayed over,
and we slept on wooden floors
She gets up at 8
and tiptoes to the door
She turns ‘round, subtle wave
Hums a tune by Sam and Dave
Scandinavian Design
Every line, every shape
Sculptural, no escape
Scandinavian Design
I’ve got nothing,
just a table and two chairs
But they’re beautiful
and I just stand and stare
Time and space are intertwined
I can see this defined
Scandinavian Design
Most times she won’t come
but I don’t really mind
Has a job to do
as some guy’s concubine
Chandeliers, bric-a-brac
I know that she’ll be back
Scandinavian Design
Every line, every shape
Sculptural, no escape
Scandinavian Design
Time and space intertwined
Elegance, simple lines,
Scandinavian Design

05. Giddy Giddy

Giddy, Giddy, Giddy
Our entire city
Each and every person
the epitome of giddiness
We’re Giddy, Giddy, Giddy
Our entire city
Everyone displaying
an immense amount of giddiness
We’re Giddy, Giddy, Giddy
Our entire city
Each and every person
the epitome of giddiness
We’re Giddy, Giddy, Giddy
Our entire city
Everyone displaying an
immense amount of giddiness
And I’m a traveling man
In a foreign land
Often I suppress
My inherent giddiness
Until I’m finally home
Throw away the comb
Kick up both my heels
And resume my giddiness
(And I’ll resume my giddiness)
We’re Giddy, Giddy, Giddy
Struttin’ ‘round the city,
How are you today?
“I’m feelin’ pretty, pretty giddy
How are you?”
I’m pretty giddy
Last week was a pity
Had a touch of flu and
felt a little less than Giddy, Giddy
Now I’m back to Giddy
Couldn’t feel more giddy
If my life depended on it,
“Glad to know you’re back to Giddy”
Giddy, Giddy, Giddy
Our entire city
Each and every person
the epitome of giddiness
Giddy, Giddy wife
Flower of my life
Kids are all asleep
She is thinking giddiness
And so am, so am I
Sparkle in her eye
Both of us display
A little extra giddiness
(A little extra giddiness)
A little extra giddiness
A little extra giddiness
Giddy, Giddy kids
Often blow their lids
Normally they’re giddy but at
Times they’re acting up
Had enough
Go to bed
‘Til you’re Giddy,
‘Til you’re Giddy, real Giddy,
From another city
Where nobody’s giddy
Comes a scientific group
to analyze
Our giddiness
“Their water ain’t too Giddy
Their diet ain’t too Giddy
We’re prettier than they are
but they’re infinitely giddier”
Giddy, Giddy, Giddy
Their entire city
Each and every person the
epitome of giddiness
They’re Giddy, Giddy, Giddy
Their entire city
Everyone displaying an
immense amount of giddiness
We conclude their town
Never, never’s down
Endorphin’s really flow
Why it is, don’t really know
We need a bigger grant
Thus we’re hesitant
Honestly, no clue
Why they’re so damn Giddy, Giddy
Giddy, Giddy, Giddy
Their entire city
Each and every person
the epitome of giddiness
They’re Giddy, Giddy, Giddy
Their entire city
Everyone displaying an
immense amount of giddiness
Giddy, Giddy, Giddy
They show mucho giddiness
Giddy, Giddy, Giddy, Giddy,
Giddy,Giddy, Giddy, Giddy
Giddy, Giddy, Giddy, Giddy
Giddy, Giddy, Giddy, Giddy,
Giddy,Giddy, Giddy, Giddy
Giddy, Giddy, Giddy, Giddy

06. What The Hell Is It This Time?

Historically, historically,
we make an appeal
To something greater than we are
when we need to heal
But don’t concern Him with
your little Band-Aid affair
His temper will flare
He’ll rise from his chair
What the hell is it this time?
My God is great, my God is good,
He loves every man
But show consideration
when you pray in demands
His plate is filled with famine
and with clean, wholesome air
If Arsenal wins, he really don’t care
What the hell is it this time?
What the hell is it this time?
You’ve asked Him for redemption
20 times in the past
And 20 times he’s granted it
and again you have asked
But 20 is the limit and
He’s now getting peeved
And when He gets peeved,
it’s not to be believed
What the hell is it this time?
What the hell is it this time?
My God is great, my God is good,
he loves every man
(He loves every man,
he loves every man)
My God is great, my God is good,
but show some restraint
If you’re feeling faint, appeal to a saint
What the hell is it this time?
It’s you again, it’s you again,
you get on my nerves
What the hell is it this time?
I’ve billions to serve,
you get on my nerves
What the hell is it this time?
What the hell is it this time?
What the hell is it this time?
What the hell is it this time?
My girl has left, my dog has left,
I’ve cracked up my car
The only one who will listen to
me’s tending the bar
He turns his back and walks away
and I say, “hey you,
I ain’t hardly through”,
he says, “yeah, you’re through”
Our God is great, our God is good,
he loves every man
But there’s a limit to what
even he can withstand
So be selective in what
you slip under his door
If it isn’t war, it may be ignored
What the hell is it this time?
My God is great, my God is good
but don’t waste His time
What the hell is it this time
He’s dealing with crime,
so don’t waste His time
What the hell is it this time?
Historically, historically,
we think we’ve Carte Blanche
What the hell is it this time
He don’t take Carte Blanche,
He don’t take Carte Blanche
What the hell is it this time?
What the hell is it this time?

07. Unaware

Dragonflies too tired to breed
CEO too tired to lead
Home town wins more times than not
Bow-tied man is maladroit
She’s Unaware, Unaware
Photos of distant star
There it is, here we are
Someone tells off-color joke
Heimlich saves man who chokes
She’s Unaware, Unaware
She’s Unaware, Unaware
Taylor Swift has something new
Nike has a brand new shoe
Reads your heart rate, anywhere
She don’t know, she don’t care
She’s Unaware, Unaware
Class walks out on lecturer
Actress wears real fur
Headline act disappoints
Coral bleached off the point
She’s Unaware, Unaware
She’s Unaware, Unaware
Her parents stare down
Faces like two clowns
That’s all she knows of, that’s all
Wish I could warn her
Don’t turn that corner
Stay unaware of it all
Apparitions everywhere
Silent couples sit and stare
Someone promised, didn’t show
Someone says, “Have to go”
She’s Unaware, Unaware
Apparitions everywhere
Silent couples sit and stare
Someone promised, didn’t show
Someone says, “Have to go”
She’s Unaware, Unaware

08. Hippopotamus

There’s a hippopotamus,
a hippopotamus, a hippopotamus
in my pool
There’s a hippopotamus,
a hippopotamus, a hippopotamus
in my pool
How did it get there,
how did it get there,
how did it get there,
I don’t know
How did it get there,
how did it get there,
how did it get there,
I don’t know
There’s a book by Anonymous,
a book by Anonymous,
a book by Anonymous in my pool
There’s a book by Anonymous,
a book by Anonymous,
and a hippopotamus in my pool
No, I’ve not read it, no, I’ve not read it,
When it dries out I’ll have a go
How did it get there,
how did it get there,
how did it get there,
I don’t know
Someone must have been
fooling around
Someone must have been
acting the clown
Someone must have been
taking the piss
Taking the piss in acting like this
There’s a painting
by Hieronymous Bosch
by Hieronymous Bosch
by Hieronymous in my pool
There’s a painting
by Hieronymous Bosch
by Hieronymous Bosch
by Hieronymous in my pool
How did it get there,
how did it get there,
how did it get there
Sure beats me
Must be a late work,
must be a late work,
one of his late works, obviously
There’s a Volkswagen Microbus
A Volkswagen Microbus
A Volkswagen Microbus in my pool
A ’58 Microbus, a ’58 Microbus,
a ’58 Microbus in my pool
A hippy is driving, a hippy is driving,
a drippy ol’ hippy, poor, poor guy
A hippy is driving, a hippy is driving,
I throw him a towel, here go get dry
Someone must have been
acting real cute,
Someone one wearing
a slim-fitty suit
Someone must have thought,
oh, what a laugh
Throw in a hippo and then a giraffe
There is Titus Andronicus,
Titus Andronicus, Titus Andronicus
in my pool
There is Titus Andronicus,
Titus Andronicus,
wearing a snorkel in my pool
Now he’s gone under, now he’s gone
under, now he’s gone under, worry not
Excellent swimmer, excellent swimmer,
looking much trimmer than I’d thought
There’s a woman with an abacus,
a woman with an abacus, a woman
with an abacus, she looks Chinese
There’s a woman with an abacus,
a woman with an abacus, a woman
with an abacus, she looks Chinese
Not that I’m prejudiced, not that I’m
prejudiced, not that I’m prejudiced,
No not me
Not that I’m prejudiced, not that I’m
prejudiced, not that I’m prejudiced,
That’s not me
Throw in a hippo, a little Dutch art
An actor performing
a Shakespearean part
Summery book and Germanic van
Asian lady, isn’t it grand
Yes, yes, so grand

09. Bummer

Dearly departed we
Gather here solemnly
To describe how we feel
‘bout your suddenly passing
Stories of deeds that touch
Seem like a bit too much
Then they point to me hoping
for thoughts everlasting
Never, never, never know
(You) Never, never, never know
Never, never, never know
(You) never, never, never know
Never, never, never know
Bummer
All of them prattle on
Even your widow yawns
You deserve something more,
but they go through the motions
They have seen on TV
People of majesty who can sum up
a life with a phrase
They don’t know you
It’s a bummer, it’s a bummer,
what a bummer
Bummer
We had eyes on the same
Stunning thing, both insane
All the time, I could see
It was you
Rest in peace
Bummer, bummer, bummer
Bummer
We had the best of times,
all of those petty crimes,
It all had to end with your vows
to be tasteful
What I said angrily,
I should have kept to me
What I said to you both
it was primetime disgraceful
It’s a bummer, it’s a bummer,
what a bummer
It’s a bummer, it’s a bummer,
what a bummer
Quoting a Shakespeare line
Citing the Bible I’m not sure that that fits,
anyway I am lazy
Don’t worry, I will not try hitting on her,
you’re fine
I respect you enough,
though she still drives me crazy
It’s a bummer, it’s a bummer,
what a bummer
Bummer
Some ol’ fool says, “life goes on”
She is crushed that you’re gone
Just a word says it all
Just a word, you hit that wall
Never, never, never know
(You) Never, never, never know
Never, never, never know
(You) never, never, never know
Never, never, never know
(You) never, never, never know
It’s a bummer, it’s a bummer,
what a bummer, what a bummer,
It’s a bummer, it’s a bummer,
what a bummer,
Bummer

10. I Wish You Were Fun

I wish you were fun
I wish you were fun in every way
I wish you were fun
To brighten the dark cold winter day
In every other way I find you amazing but
one
I wish you were fun,
I wish you were fun
I wish you were fun
I wish you were fun to be around
I wish you were fun
You say that your favorite color’s brown
In every other way
I find you amazing but one
I wish you were fun,
I wish you were fun
No one ever changes,
why even bring it up
You’ll only muck it up,
she’ll never yuck it up
You know she’s from
somewhere where
Authority ruled supreme,
no would ever dream,
Dream of just letting off some steam
I wish you were fun
You’ve got it all covered ‘cept for that
I love how you run
With such a determined look at that
I shouldn’t let it phase me at all but I’m
just plain old dumb
I wish you were fun
I wish you were fun
La la la la,
La la la la la la la la la
No one ever changes,
why even mention it
Calling attention it leads
to the tension that’s not
Helpful, back off and accept
what you have in hand
Glad that she’s no Ayn Rand,
humorless to the Nth degree
La la la la la
I wish you were fun
La la la la la la la la la
Fun in every way
La la la la la
I wish you were fun
La la la la
Have some Chardonnay
In every other way
I find you amazing but one
I wish you were fun, I wish you were fun
I wish you were fun
And maybe you’re fun in subtle ways
Too subtle for me,
but maybe I’ll get it all one day
But how about a somersault
until you are blatantly fun
Do that, I’d be stunned
I wish you were fun
La la la la,
In every other way
I find you amazing but one
I wish you were fun
I wish you were fun

11. So Tell Me Mrs. Lincoln Aside From That How Was The Play?

Only the subtext, never the text
Wish I could push a button for next
Only the surface, never the heart
When will the confab finally start
Nodding my head like a bobblehead doll
Trying to smile ignoring it all
Don’t interrupt, you’ll just cause a fuss
Hope I can catch the 10 o’clock bus
So tell me Mrs. Lincoln, aside from that
how was the play?
So tell me Mrs. Lincoln, aside from that
how was your day?
Only the warmup, still not the game
Every time exactly the same
Try to drop hints, a glance at my watch
A glance at my watch,
while we slip a notch
Why is the subject so hard to broach
Must be a talent so hard to coach
Stalling without strategic intent
What should I try to give up for Lent?
So tell me Mrs. Lincoln,
aside from that how was the play?
So tell me Mrs. Lincoln,
aside from that how was your day?
So tell me Mrs. Lincoln,
aside from that how was the play?
So tell me Mrs. Lincoln,
aside from that how was your day?
Putting all of that aside
Putting all of that aside
Putting all of that aside
Putting all of that aside
Putting all of that aside
What lies underneath it all?
What lies underneath it all?
What lies underneath it all?
What lies underneath it all?
Wandering mind, meandering words
I couldn’t tell you any I’ve heard
For the last hour, hour or two
Now I retie the lace on my shoe
Is this a breakup or is it not?
All I can tell you, man, I am shot
Don’t interrupt, you’ll just cause a fuss
Looks like I missed the 10 o’clock bus
So tell me Mrs. Lincoln,
aside from that how was the play?
So tell me Mrs. Lincoln, aside from that
how was your day?
What lies underneath, ignored?

12. When You're A French Director (Feat. Leos Carax)

When you’re a French director,
it seems la vie est belle
Women say “oui,” they long to be,
top of the bill, oh well
When you’re a French director,
you’re an auteur as well
What does that mean?
Every scene must be obscure as hell
When you’re a French director
You never smile, what’s the deal?
Hollywood guys, with their CGI eyes
smile
But their films lack “le feel”
When you’re a French director
Un César, do you really care?
You can’t admit it
But you could fit it
Right on that shelf, over there
When you’re a French director
You know la vie est belle
Women say “oui”
They long to be
Top of the bill, oh merde

13. The Amazing Mr. Repeat

Darnell, he doesn’t stand a chance
Nor Johnny nor that guy from France
Nor Sammy or the paper boy
Nor Tony who they call Leroy
The girls are waiting, single file
They might be waiting there a while
It might be dawn, it might be noon,
It might be, God forbid, next June
The Amazing Mr. Repeat
At your service again
Once more again, oh no
Once more, again, oh no
He drives them crazy,
drives them mad
His very own Olympiad
Once more, again, oh no
Once more, again, oh no
There’s ecstasy on every face
Of every girl in our whole place
The Amazing Mr. Repeat
At your service again
Once more again, oh no
Once more, again, oh no
No waiting to reload at all
No waiting for that protocol
Once more again, oh no
Once more, again, oh no
Sign here, son, that’s right,
the dotted line
The dotted line,
you’ll take the world by storm
He rejects them all every time,
every time
Their exploitation’s met with scorn
He’s on the nightly news again
They have to have him after ten
So kids are all asleep and he
Can be talked about honestly
He feels they are using him
A circus freak not really him
So he stays in the neighborhood
Still, local girls say, “damn, he’s good”
Once more, again, oh no
Once more, again, oh no
The Amazing Mr. Repeat
At your service again
Once more, again, oh no
Once more, again, oh no
The rest of us seem very slow
An intermission breaks the flow
Once more, again, oh no
Once more, again, oh no
Sign here, son, that’s right,
the dotted line
The dotted line and all will turn out great
He rejects them all every time,
every time
Every time, I’d really rather wait
The Amazing Mr. Repeat,
At your service again
Once more, again, oh no
Once more, again, oh no
Once more, again, oh no
Once more, again, oh no

14. A Little Bit Like Fun

Fun, Joy, Love
Fun
Well isn’t this a little bit like fun
Well isn’t this a little bit like fun
Well isn’t this a little bit like fun
A little bit like fun
Well isn’t this a little bit like joy
Well isn’t this a little bit like joy
Well isn’t this a little bit like joy
A little bit like joy
A little bit like joy
A little bit like joy
Well isn’t this a little bit like love
Well isn’t this a little bit like love
Well isn’t this a little bit like love
A little bit like love
Joy, Love, Fun, Love
Well isn’t this a little bit like joy
Well isn’t this a little bit like fun
Well isn’t this a little bit like fun
A little bit like fun
A little bit like joy
A little bit like love
A little bit like fun

15. Life With The Macbeths

All the dreaming and scheming
and playing games
Are enough to draw millions
each week the same
Same station, same time, new feuds
While a rating of “R” may be generous
All that blood and ambition so onerous
Our public, the public, enthused
Life With The Macbeths is now on view
As the cameras are rolling,
we roll our eyes
But our lifestyle demands
that we hide our sighs
One season, that’s all you’ll see
As the Lady inspires me to depths
unseen
Killing all in my way,
some will yell “obscene”
The ratings are off the charts
Life With The Macbeths,
both tart and smart
Our public, the public, enthused
Ambition leads to murder
A royal reign of terror
The critics split in fervor
Some not that into murder
Is there a deeper story
Or is it only gory
Strong woman prods her husband
And then regrets what’s coming
Are we both to survive,
well, you’ll have to wait
Maybe yes, maybe no,
what we can, though, state
Each murder, the ratings soar
Life With The Macbeths is sure to score
Life With The Macbeths is sure to score



Credits

Released by BMG Records on 8 September 2017
Vocals: Russell Mael
Keyboards: Ron Mael
Guitars: Dean Menta
Drums: Stevie Nistor
Vocal and accordion on ‘When You’re A French Director’ by Leos Carax
Vocal on ‘Life With The Macbeths’ by Rebecca Sjöwall
Mastered by Bill Inglot and Dave Schulz at d2 Mastering.