STOMPBOX

by Craig Griffiths

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Australian guitarist Craig Griffiths gets regular radio airplay in the USA, Canada, Australia, and the UK. 'Fuzzface Fights the Ninja' was chosen for a Hendrix tribute album and by US skater Tony Hawk for his RideTV channel. Craig's been in a labyrinth of metal, punk, funk, blues and strange music since he was a child with an ear for the unusual and an eye for the interesting side of life - especially from Sydney's Bondi to Kings Cross. New album 'Tube Screamer' is due out in 2014.

REVIEWS:

THE MERCURY NEWSPAPER: “The mad guitar sounds Craig Griffiths gets out of his guitar are often mind blowing. What glues these studio experiments together is his smoking guitar skills. Creative, forward thinking, experimental and splendid fun”,

WARP MAGAZINE: “Big riffs, psychedelic offerings and sometimes downright dark lyrics are combined with aplomb across the album. Many people are already familiar with Stompbox… if you’re not you should be”

CARL JAH, SOLO & DREAD ZEPPELIN GUITARIST: "Great stuff. We are brothers from different mothers"

CRAIG'S EARS LOVE: Toe, Zevious, Plankton, Man Your Horse, QOTSA, Primus, X-Ray Press, Jack White, Jon Spencer, Case and Ctrl, Carl Jah, The Nerve, Beck, Hendrix, Herocop, Deadbolt, Zappa, Buckethead, Latin Playboys, Beasts of Bourbon, Adrian Belew, Beefheart, Chris Whitley, Tom Waits etc...

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released 10 August 2010

All instruments: Craig Griffiths
Vocals on Remember & Vicious Little Harpie: Annelise Bushby
Vocals on Godzilullaby: Olga Rita
Rhythm guitar on Fuzzface: Toby Griffiths

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Craig Griffiths TAS, Australia

Multi-instrumentalist and guitar & effects pedal freak Craig Griffiths gets regular radio airplay in the USA, Canada, UK and Australia.

New album Tube Screamer due out in 2014

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Track Name: Old Life New Life
OLD LIFE NEW LIFE

It's another day, it's another lifetime
Just drive away, follow the white line

Who knows what happened here?
Who knows what happened here?
Who knows what gonna happen?
Who knows what happened here?

The sky is fine, the days are long
Everything's done, what could go wrong

Who knows what happened here?
Who knows what happened here?
Who knows what gonna happen?
Who knows what happened here?

New life old life
Old life new life
Another page in an old book
An old song with a new hook
Young souls find a new view
Bringing sunlight to doom and gloom
They find charm where secrets lie
Another page in an old book
New life new life
Track Name: Godzilullaby
GODZILULLABY

Cocooned alone in a queen size bed
Limbs grow numb and your eyelids close
The room becomes a cold, still lake

Pillows of night cradle your head
Thoughts float away on shiny black boats
That wash your body with their wake

Forget everything you've ever read
Exchange those books of careful prose
For words like sharpened wooden stakes

Silence becomes a strange song
And suddenly the world is gone

Godzilullaby. Godzilullaby
Godzilullaby. Godzilullaby
Track Name: Remember
REMEMBER

I would wake and look for you in the still of night
Tormented dreams made me wake in fright
you would lead me out by my trembling hand
And we'd sit and gaze into a moonless band

Dark as the fright that flowed from me when I'm safely in your arms

We wished and dreamed of a future unseen
We talked and talked about where we'd been
You'd point to the black sky and show me stars shining
Whispering to me about hope and desires

Dark images left where they belong lost in history

Whenever I miss you I remember how we talked and dreamed
Whenever I miss you I remember
Whenever I miss you whenever we're apart
I know you're here in my heart

We drifted apart as we followed destiny
Across the land in a search for identity
But when I needed you in times of doubt
Forget time or distance you were there to be found

To reassure me once again everything's gonna be fine

Whenever I miss you I remember how we talked and dreamed
Whenever I miss you I remember
Whenever I miss you whenever we're apart
I know you're here in my heart

Late at night I wake alone startled by your presence
I see those diamonds of the night fading into twilight
And there's a whisper on the breeze don't be afraid I'm always here
A gentle soul a beating heart there's no need for tears

Whenever I miss you I remember how we talked and dreamed
Whenever I miss you I remember
Whenever I miss you whenever we're apart
I know you're here in my heart


('Remember' lyrics based on a Rose Palmer poem)
Track Name: King of the Burning Bridge
KING OF THE BURNING BRIDGE

He's the king of the burning bridge
Aimed his hotrod at the ditch
Hit the throttle and then the kill switch
Cos he just can't tell what is which

What is he to you?
What is he to you?
What is he to you?

He's the wrecking crew

The worst damn man you ever had
Guaranteed to make you sad
He brings you luck and it's all bad
You must've been completely mad

He's the shah of shabby times
Don't you sometimes wonder why
Butterflies become blowflies
Gentle waves become riptides

He's Nero on a summer day
Or the careless god of old Pompeii
Who lets it all just burn away
Destroying everything you made

He's the CEO of a head on crash
He turns a valve marked toxic gas
He's the baker of a poisoned batch
Pack your things and call a cab

What is he to you?
What is he to you?
What is he to you?

He's the wrecking crew
Track Name: Vicious Little Harpie
VICIOUS LITTLE HARPIE

Who's that? 1980s Man
Here he comes, little legs moving
What's that clinging to his limp hand?
That's a harpie on a mission from hell

Personality anti-matter meets
A prom-queen on the downhill slide
Get your wedding vows from a Mills & Boon novel
Wrap em round a lemon with a razor inside

Vicious little people, ugly and mean
Just about the nastiest I've ever seen

Ken and Barbie, Ken and Barbie
Mr 1980s and Vicious Little Harpie

See that? It's kinda Doppler
The closer you go the older she grows
Watch out, that was a close one
You nearly lost an eye on the end of her claw

There she is over by the face cream
She's the one with the white pants on
Lookout, you'll wish you'd never met her
Better give some botox to that rhesus gone wrong

It's a matter of damage control
Nice little elves gotta watch out for the troll

Ken and Barbie, Ken and Barbie
Mr 1980s and Vicious Little Harpie
Track Name: Munkyboy
MUNKYBOY

Engvay grunts. He thinks we're a pack of country folk who should bow when he's in town cos he plays real quick
Likes wiggling his... Dictionaries have no word for chimp guitar helium head. With an upsized pillow on his bed he thinks he invented shred. He's a wind up toy
Da sveedish munkyboy
Track Name: Drive
DRIVE

The night is black my cloth is thin
The fire burns but the cold creeps in
And puts a claw on my bare neck
And gives me an evil grin

Maybe it was too much wine
That made it hard to read the sign
But hindsight's never blind

Cold wind blowing through the phone
Whirling round the darkened room
It's not the words it's just a tone
No sleep tonight I have to go

Fuel and music in my car
Dirt roads and hard tar
Drive and drive and drive

Following a thundercloud
The moon hides behind the rain
It could be full though I'm not sure
But your bed's soft and warm

Fire. .Burn.. Cold. .Creep
Claw. .Neck. .Evil.. Grin
Dark. .Moon. .Dirt.. Road
Thunder. .Rain. .Warm ..Bed
Track Name: Into the Black Water
INTO THE BLACK WATER

While townies sleep like aging dogs a cigarette meets the flames. Flicked from fingers without words in a mining camp of ghosts. Tin cup in a dirty hand on an arm of sail rope veins

Cabin creaks under gun grey moon as the rain crawls in
Cat's-piss whiskey would be nice, or some paint stripper gin
Rusted wires and strangled strings conjure up dark things

Thoughts crossing swords with sleep, fall backwards, blind and numb. A blur of murder, love and sin, of battles lost and won. One last breath as an ancient tree scrapes the roof and whispers:

Close your eyes and sink into the cold pool so deep
Into the black water to sleep
Into the black water to sleep
Black water
The black water
To sleep
Sleep