Within the butterfly-breaking cogs of the music industry, big numbers can bring big problems. And The Wombats’ numbers got big, fast. A platinum album with their 2007 debut ‘Guide To Love, Loss And Desperation’. Over 300,000 combined sales of their indie dancefloor smashes ‘Kill The Director’, ‘Let’s Dance To Joy Division’ (winner of the 2008 NME Award for Best Dancefloor Filler), ‘Backfire At The Disco’ and ‘Moving To New York’. A two year tour during which Liverpool’s biggest exports in a decade played to well over a million people, culminating in a massive homecoming Liverpool Arena show for 10,000 ecstatic local fans of their dark yet exuberant and infectious alt.pop. “It was such a good way to round it off,” says drummer Dan Haggis. “We had a two day party after that. Obviously you can’t help but go ‘bloody hell, remember a couple of years ago in Liverpool, we’d be lucky if we sold out the Academy downstairs to 500 people. How did we get to this?’” Big numbers, big gigs, but for a band with the intense work ethic of The Wombats (lest we forget, in the build-up to their breakthrough hit ‘Kill The Director’ in 2007 they played 50 tiny pub and club shows around the UK in almost as many days) they took their toll. Having continued their breakneck schedule for eighteen months solid, they came off a mammoth US tour in 2008 “pretty broken… physically and mentally.” “We did a couple of months too long,” says Dan. “I had problems with my arms so every night going up onstage hurt, so it wasn’t really that enjoyable. I had a gig where I didn’t want anyone to look at me. I sat on the drums at Glasgow and you start feeling guilty because you think you should be having the best night of your life but I didn’t know why I was there.”
The Wombats – Your Body Is A Weapon
The Wombats – Your Body Is A Weapon Lyrics:
Sometimes I like to go uptown
Where flashy people flash around
It’s extortionate and I don’t care
You can taste the pretence in the air
And I wonder what you wear tonight
The shiny black dress with the slit at the thigh
Is this such fantasy that I should think
Someone like you could love a creep like me
Your body is a weapon, love
And it makes me wanna cry
My body is a temple of doom
Doomed not to be by your side
I like my job when I do it well
It’s freelance work and it pays like hell
But I can get us a place with one bedroom
Who needs a friend when I got you
Your body is a weapon, love
And it makes me wanna cry
My body is a temple of doom
Doomed not to be by your side
And I don’t come here for the exclusivity
I just come here for the view
And the minuscule chance of some close proximity
Or an awkward conversation with you
Yeah that’d be cool
Your body is a weapon, love
And it rips me up inside
My body is a temple of doom
Doomed not to be
Doomed not to be by your side
Someone protect me from the one I love
Someone protect me from the one I love
Someone protect me from the one I love
Someone protect me from the one I, one I love
Someone protect me from the one I love
Someone protect me from the one I love
Someone protect me from the one I love
Someone protect me from the one I, one I love
Someone protect me from the one I love
Someone protect me from the one I love
Someone protect me from the one I, one I love.
