Andrew McMillen interviews Rohin for TheVine

I didn’t expect that EP to [do anything beyond] just hearing it when I went home, because my parents were playing it. That’s about as much as I was thinking at the time. I don’t think we anticipated anything, to be honest.

The article by Andew McMillen covers a number of topics including getting the band back together, hanging out with Robert Schneider, the stresses of touring, Rohin’s solo material, and hardcore double kick drum.

Read the full article here.

Mess & Noise review by Doug Wallen

It’s frustrating but also somehow admirable. Instead of simply writing a record of first-listen love affairs like ‘Blood’, the band is making us work. Making us actually listen hard, take our time, and scan the back pages for whatever meaning we may find.

Read the full article here.

Check out the commenters also.

Lyrics: My Baby

My baby, working at the coffee shop
She said she never would again
I’m sorry baby, things never worked out
The way they should have back then

Her daddy taught her everything
His daddy taught him
She comes down slow from the mountain fall
And I’m her sea

Oh, her mother
Tried seven times
To leave her husband
And house behind

Pretty lady holds my gaze beneath
The mulberry tree
With hair like the morning
She comes with fiery cavalry

She knows just what to do with
The tear in my sleeve
Her tailor’s hands gone to work
In the night while I sleep

And in the morning
It’s good as new
I slip it over
My shoulder

And in the morning
I feed her dogs
With a buck in my pocket (?)
Make my way home

Album chart performance (so far)

The album debuted on the australian albums chart at 11, slipped to 21 the following week and then to 26 this week.

Source here.

Lyrics: Land of the Bloody Unknown

There were letters unopened at the foot of my bed
When I woke up with you in the morn
There were lions roaring on ships in the harbour
The night my true love was born

There’s a minstrel singing of the holy dove
On the mountain of old St Jerome
There is glass on the floor of the hallway I walk
When the stars bear down from their throne
And the old southern cross is shown
And it points down the sad road home
To the land of the bloody unknown

I heard that your mother took off in the fall
With her pretty curls and her wooden spoon
I heard you whispering to yourself last night
She’ll be coming home some day soon

Well the wine you drink is stained deep in your shirt
And just like the sin in my soul
It is never ever ever ever coming out
While the stars bear down from their throne
And the old southern cross is shown
And it points down the sad road home

To the land of the hunter dancing under the trigger
And the bride washing up on the shore
I could never really dance that well
I can’t raise the flags or ring them bells
But I can shoot my gun down the line towards my home
To the land of the bloody unknown

There’s a black dog watching over me in my sleep
And I stir just to toss him the bone
There’s a red moon rising on the hills tonight
Where the stars bear down from their throne
And the old southern cross is shown
And it points down the sad road home

Stream some songs from the new album

http://soundcloud.com/themiddleeast/tracks

(via @SpunkRecords)