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French press for Home:

Rock n Folk
"De belles envolées dans une tradition pop, un songwriting mordant et une voix à couper le souffle."

Les inrockuptibles
"Classic et chic. Des chansons pop aux plus bel effet..."

ARTEZIA
"On se réveil avec les morceaux en tete."

ADN sound
"TeintÈ de sonorités délicieusement retro, ce nouvel album arrive à point nommé pour les amateurs de pop."

AU COMMENCEMENT ETAIT LE ROCK
"Pop séduisante. Un disque inspiré comme on aime écouter"

Charts in France
"Pink Floyd, Supertramp, Elton John, The Beatles...Home pourrait marcher sur les traces de ces glorieux ainés."

Click n Rock
"Des chansons qui sortent du lot (au fait elles l'explosent le lot) qui m'auraient tenus en haleine jusqu'a la derniére note."

Femina
"Tout ce que la pop fait de mieux. Dictafone est une fabrique de tubes accrocheurs et intelligent. A savourer d'urgence."

Idoles mag
"Onze titres d'une pop raffinÈe et toute en nuance. Home est tout bonnement excellent."

Le Parisien
"Des tubes en puissance, des paroles plein de poésie et d'humour et un sacré sens de la mélodie qui accroche."

Juicebox
"La pop Mélodique, voir glamour qui garde son penchant rock."

La magic box
"Des piéces maitresses de la parure avec des claviers naifs et des tres belles mélodies. De la pop scintillante, totalement intemporelle."

Musiciens
"Reveur comme du Bowie sur Mars. Gracieuse et habitée, faite de mélodie en mille feuilles."

Musique culture
"Duncan est un véritable conteur, chaque titre est une petite histoire. Une pop anglaise résolument neuve."

Notulus
"De l'Angleterre Duncan a hérite d'une tradition pop et de la France le gout des textes empreints de poésie qu'on ne retrouve pas si courament outre-manche."

Rock addict
"La musique de Dictafone jongle entre sérénité et nervosité. La pop n'a jamais était aussi lunatique."

Vacarm
"On se suspend aux lévres de Duncan sur Home et sur une dixaine de compositions croisant l'univers épique de Supertramp tout en gardant la simplicité propre aux Beatles."

Zicazic
"Délicatement décoré aux couleurs d'une Angleterre délicieusement vintage mais aussi agrémenté d'une pointe hexagonale inteligemment moderne, Home est un album à aimer un peu, beaucoup, passionnément. Un groupe au sommet de son art."

Zikannuaire
"L'enchantement se fait naturellement et les onze titres s'égrainent comme un livre de contes sur fond musical addictif et sublimé par la voix douce et mélodique de Duncan."

LONGUEUR D'ONDES
"On est d'emblée séduit par les mélodies entrainantes et la profusion sonore."

Lylo
"Le nectar du songwriting pop."

Maxi
"Comme le meilleur de Bowie, Home mélange des mélodies pétillantes avec poésie."

Pariscope
"Aprés deux albums aplaudis par la critique, Home s'inscrit dans la liste des artisans pop qui nous font rever depuis les Beatles."

Rock first
"AtmostphÈrique et inventive...un bijoux de la pop."

credits

released March 24, 2016

Duncan Roberts: Lead and backing vocals, Piano, Acoustic & electric guitars, Ukulele, bass (on Nightbus), Drums (on Home), percussion
Vincent Guibert: Electric & acoustic bass, Acoustic guitar, Piano, synths, bvox
Karim Benaziza: Drums, bvox, Electric guitar (C.Blue), Synth (IAM5AM)
François Combarieu: Electric guitar
Nicki Ross: Backing vocals
Marco Agoudetse: Sax
Ludovic Louis: Trumpet
Alain Douieb: Congas

All songs written by Duncan Roberts except:
Space, IAM5AM and The Scientist: music by Roberts/Guibert/Benaziza
Laughing Jack: music by Roberts/M.Pitt-Bailey

All songs copyright Spozzle publishing 2011

Home was arranged and produced by Dictafone and recorded at…
Musicopré studios, Normandy by Thomas Demarle
Le poisson barbu , Paris
Spozzle studios, Paris
Le Triangle, Paris

Home was mixed at Total access studios Los Angeles by Ken Scott
with immense encouragement from Wyn, Mike and Adam

Sleeve concept and design by Mathematics, Sydney, Australia

The solid gold Dictafone medals of honour (they’re in the post) go out to…
Kevin Dolgin, Julian Guy, Nicki Ross, Ken Scott & all at T.A, Léonard Mule,
Hakim Rachek, Kamyar, Jonathan Cook, Thomas Demarle, Elodie

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Track Name: A little less alone than before
A little less alone than before

Using all my hours up like shore leave, car thieves,
on the open road with no fixed abode
A little less alone than before

Climbing out my hole, see the sunrise ringside
Breaking out of jail on a vapour trail
A little less alone than before

Why don’t you come back my way?
Oh Millie why don’t you come back my way?

Millie I do wish I could resist, but this slut
is lying on the seat like a bridal suite
A little less alone than before

We make the quantum leap from her popcorn to hard porn
in seven minutes flat, what Millie do you think of that?
A little less alone than before

Why don’t you come back my way?
Oh Millie why don’t you come back my way?

Does it count when there are no pillows? Who knows…
The power of denial, Walter Mathau style
A little less alone than before

Loves flaws are laid bare in this short PowerPoint show
where by the end you’re pleased that someone’s loving me
A little less alone than…oh Millie

why don’t you come back my way?
Millie why don’t you come back my way?
Oh Millie why don’t you come back my way?
Millie why don’t you come back my way?
Track Name: Iam5am
IAM5AM

Waking again for no good reason
Hammering in the head & at the door. Let ‘em all in…
The corners are filling up with people
Some in the kitchen, others on the stairs, not enough chairs.

They come here every night, my lunatic tribe
Over the edge I go, my fault for looking down
They sing out of tune & you sleep right on through
Over the edge I go my fault for looking down
I’m resolving, I am 5A.M

Give up the sleep and join the party
I know that Doctor Rosen would be proud. I’m fighting it with…
Hot chorus girls who sing right at ‘ya
Leggy & loud twopenny opera town. Oh get a round in.

They come here every night, my lunatic tribe
Over the edge I go, my fault for looking down
They sing out of tune & you sleep right on through
Over the edge I go my fault for looking down
I’m resolving, I am 5A.M

5A.M is the seat of my worries
Come visit me in headquarter café
Track Name: Home
Home

Home is the place where the walls complain
They sit around and laugh at me all day
they’re spitting lightning & balls of angry
but eating thunder’s leaving me hungry

Down on the corner is a fortune hag
she pulls scrabble letters from a black circle bag
lays ‘em out & says “village green & a rural home
2 dogs, 1 cat, fencepost for a headstone”.

Sleeping on my best decision
never changed the choices taken
Maybe if I Changed

Find yourself a home
’til you have somewhere to go
You’ll always be alone
Right down to the bone
always be alone

There goes the siren and the hermit’s loose
We’ll all show up to round up the recluse
and we’ll say pity about that and pity about this
and leave us alone now for pity’s sake please

Drunkwater isn’t even on the map
It’s over the edge & sort of tucked in round the back
It’s the sort of place that you don’t leave from
A hotel room in a back and beyond town

Sleeping on my best decision
never changed the choices taken
Maybe if I Changed

Find yourself a home…
Track Name: Space
Space

Space come to me, I don’t need anything more to breathe
Built my own legacy of defeat all by myself
Down comes the sky answering my prayer in double time
lighting up everything in sight, I try to hide, nowhere to hide

You have only here to hide
a man inside, a child inside, a man inside
You have only here to hide
a man inside, a child inside, a man inside

Roll back the time to the amphibian curled inside
blowing from shore to shore on the tide
Crawled on our knees ‘till things were reachable in the trees
seems we’ve been evolving just to please someone inside

You have only here to hide…

When came the word, at midday on October 23rd
We were hammering out the curve, nowhere to hide

You have only here to hide…
Track Name: I'm happy you're happy
I’m happy you’re happy

I’m happy you’re happy, happy with less
contentment with mediocrity is the best
It comforts and cradles and pulls at your hand
and promises riches right up ‘till you land on the roadside

laughing like you never had a bad ride
A perfect inhibition or a bad line
laughing like you never had a bad ride
Waiting in the rain

I don’t mean to libel or sully your name
but we have been looking for someone to blame
full ripe for the taking with nothing to gain
and just when we gave up, well along you came on the roadside

laughing like you never had a bad ride
A perfect inhibition or a bad line
laughing like you’ve never had a bad ride
Waiting in the rain
Track Name: Chinese blue
Chinese Blue

Chinese blue will get you & you’ll never know you’re had
You’re looking through prescriptions to remind you what you’ve got
and you are tired of living on a willow pattern plate
slowly turning into Chinese blue

Throw your switches, get the rifles out,
there’s a ghost in every corner of the house
Crowbar gypsies in a 504
lie in wait in the shadows at the gate

Chinese blue will get you & you’ll never know you’re had…

Goodnight sweetheart take a last look now,
going down, rabbit holing out of range
The man who’ll wake up may not know your face
He’s been down and then back up through the drains

Chinese blue will get you…
Track Name: I fancy you like me
I fancy you like me

Whether or not you believe in it, now is the time to hear
the grinding gears that break your spirit, leaving only fear
and separates everyone we know by six degrees
But I fancy you like me

Back when a parked car was our palace some would be bound to say
that there was nothing unique about us, I answer either way
If everyone shared DNA to the nth degree
I’d still fancy you like me

Here is a picture with me in it, I don’t want you to know
’cause everyone is their own worse critic and the 80’s were a joke
All the looks I’ve had before are history
now I fancy you like me
Track Name: The scientist
The Scientist

Late one night in the dark, blue collar scientist
is pulling theories apart through lack of evidence
he’s drifting, tuning out

One eye curled up to sleep the other opening
and now he’s starting to see things in the microscope
oh monads here we go

Even in the darkest place infinite space
a crowded mothball room
Pulling on a vinyl shift, a shopping list
a half remembered tune will come back to you

Well here he is on a chair, he’s rocking to & fro
& his big idea of fame is squeezing lemons
at the horse of the year show

Shouting four letter words up on the balcony
the Pope is ready to go out for some R&D
he works the kosher crowd

Even in the darkest place, infinite space…

Will the universe be over when I find a four leafed clover?
Track Name: Laughing jack
Laughing jack

Your melancholy fallen to new heights
Your seven cars are tired of pulling seven brothers

Pull on your laughing gas mask and laugh all the way and back
You’re not called laughing jack for nowt

Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha….

Your lemonade inspires desires
You’ve come of age in a world where nothing really matters so

Pull on your laughing gas mask and laugh all the way and back…

Gone Polaroid, all done with existing
she’ll be annoyed as a most deserving little sister should

Pull on your laughing gas mask and laugh all the way and back…
Track Name: Cardboard dog
Cardboard dog

I have a cardboard dog I built from boxes
I made him from an empty packing crate
leftover cartons, an eggbox and glue
He’s not a Crufts contender but he’ll do

Some days I take him to the seaside, low tide
He spins around & sprays me as he dries off
Salty cardboard flies apart
I mend him with some Sellotape…

At night as he curls up under the table
wrapped in an elaborate belief
That he grew up slowly from a matchbox
and with that thought he lulls himself to sleep

From closely watching other dogs in action
he’s learnt to bark and sit and guard my car
People pass and say “oh look a cardboard dog
They just don’t make them like that anymore”

At night as he curls up under the table
wrapped in an elaborate belief
That he grew up slowly from a matchbox
and with that thought he lulls himself…

and one day I know that I will tell him
that I also made the table & the sea
But his story is holding increasing water
but lets just keep that between you and me
Track Name: Nightbus
Nightbus

I’m leaving hills, I’m leaving town,
I’m leaving friends, I’m leaving everything
Cannot breathe this solid air
I’m getting away on the nightbus
I’m sick of faces I know well
Don’t want to turn into people
who dig holes and pull you in
They said I was dirt, I believed them

I’m leaving you I’m changing everything about me
I don’t want nobody here reminding me
how frightened I can be

I’m waiting tables, I’m in charge
I swear you won’t recognise me
I’m cutting my hair, I’m getting a room
This is the life here believe me
I broke the sadness, breathed upon
that part of me that’s the coldest
I don’t believe you don’t believe
I left a key with the Jones’s

I’m leaving you I’m changing everything about me…

There is a place where my slate is clean

I’m leaving now I’m going soon
I’m getting away on the nightbus
The sky is falling on this town
You’re never alone on the nightbus
Don’t look back or turn around
I’m getting away on the nightbus
That diesel air I’ll breathe.
I’ll send for you when I get there
When I get there...