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Vetrarnótt Actual Crimes are just like this... irresistible! Love the mix between the vocals and the melodies that grow before the electric guitars and punkish drumming style. Hard to pick a favorite track on this one and hard to resist a PINK tape... and this band. And everything. I was left here wishing for more songs featuring such witty cuteness. Favorite track: Trash.
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Released by Tunnel Vision Records TV-001


released October 19, 2015

All songs written by Actual Crimes (Fife, Dutton-Williams, Batley)

Recorded & Mixed by Mark Jasper at Sound Savers, Homerton, London.



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Actual Crimes London, UK

Ruth Mair
Kirsty Fife
Aaron Batley

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Track Name: We Shouldn't Be Friends
Tell me when you throw
A shifting look at the clock
Friends alone never know
What time is best to go

It was so simple when you called
It was so simple when you're alone

Tell me how you feel now
Don't hold back on me tonight
You have opinions, I can tell
Don't hide away your glare
Track Name: Scene Screamer
Looking through fingers, fingers as glasses
I see a man standing figuratively speaking a moment behind
It’s nothing until you see his face
He acknowledges the existence of only himself
Of only himself

Looking down the room it’s a veritable scream
Of male posers who love a good scene
It’s only himself
It’s only himself
He looks unclean!
Track Name: I'm Getting Better
I leave myself open
And feel so naive
I don't want to be
Anyone by myself

It’s what carries to your bed
And I throw myself to the ground

It falls out of my mouth
And it cradles the floor

Listen to your critics
And recline backwards
Realise the position
Of the one set free