Brutal Resonance’s lovely review of Burden’s Landing

Brutal Resonance has given our new EP “Burden’s Landing” a stellar 9.5 out of 10! Thank you for the kind words, Layla.

“I am recommending Winchester Revival wholeheartedly for stream, download, whatever you’ve got. Not only is this band full of great musicians, a well-balanced sound and heartfelt lyrics, but they’re rallying against some of the more boring elements of indie music right now. I can’t thank them enough for that, really. ”

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The Big Takeover’s great review of “Burden’s”!

One of our favorite music magazines/websites “The Big Takeover” has reviewed “Burden’s Landing”, and they really like it!

“They truly have worked a fantastic amount of range into a short six song EP, and it might just feel like you’ve been on a roller coaster ride.”

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Download Now! “Last Night in Tokyo” from upcoming EP “Burden’s Landing”

Burden's Landing

We are thrilled to announce that “Burden’s Landing”, Winchester Revival’s second EP, will be released in early March, 2015. We are also making one of the tracks,”Last Night in Tokyo”,  available for streaming and downloading immediately. Please have a listen – we hope you like it!

Lyrics: Diligence

6:15
Right!
Gotta do it again
6:15
Right!
Gotta do it again
Two day coffee and
Tea cup of gin
6:15
Right!
Do it again

Monday pressed shirt
3 buttons
Down
Monday pressed shirt
3 buttons
Down
Holy Templar
To wash it down
Monday pressed shirt
3 buttons
Down

When the weekend comes
I breathe into your hair
Rough and ready morning
With no telephone

Thursday short skirt
So diligent
Thursday short skirt
So diligent
Arms and ankles
Unrepentant
Thursday short skirt
So diligent

6:15
Right!
Gotta do it again
6:15
Right!
Gotta do it again
Tea cup of gin
6:15
Right!
Do it again

Lyrics: Ice Water

Hotel room 9:04
Train from Washington
Across the tundra
You don’t know where I am
But your tendrils all around
I cocoon myself
In this padded lock-down
The night begins to thaw
Closer to twelve
Ask the barman for salvation
I’ve forgotten myself
Back in Washington the crystal night
Shattered by an ambulance cry

You’re so cold, how did you get this way?
Can’t relax ice water in your veins
You’re uncomfortable, getting nervous
Can’t help but take it out on the rest of us

Will you pace your breath?
Long enough to see
80 acres
On the shores of Tripoli

Hospital
Top of the hill
Come down with the
Fever chill
Contortion from the
Burning veins
Morphine for the
Serial pain
Outside the branches wave
Light a candle a life to save
Touch you with the gold flower
Sing to you from the ancient spire

Top of the hill
Fever chill
Burning veins
Serial pain

Lyrics: Ides of January

I get the story in fragments as I lay in our bed
Of an infinite highway and a grey limousine
A fan is churning the air across the prow of your head
There’s a white-knuckled driver with a sweat back sheen

Your eyes are distant your fingers pull the pillow case
They swallow miles like fishes pass the mouth of a stream
I check the clock at eleven and your lips start to shake
They screech wheels in the quiet of Burden’s Landing

Beware the Ides of January
Hold your breath and close your eye
Still your chest and open wide

It’s hard to measure
Footsteps echo across the floor
We tried to do the right thing
Crawled across the division

So these are the halls of the devil’s choice
An antiseptic disposal, telescopic voice
My love you’re sleeping awake, you can hardly stand
I lay your fetal body beneath the churning fan

Lyrics: Salamander

Keep it together
It together
In the quiet corner
There’s always action
If you want in the
Sound of the surf

On the rocks
In the grass
And it’s getting closer
There’s always action
If you don’t mind
Making it hurt

We wipe the dew from our eyes
Only to blink at the sun
Hear a familiar voice
But it’s coded
Stretch the folded fingers
To the chosen one
Try to sing from the page
As you wrote it

Store the heat
In your skin
Baby salamander
Conserve yourself
With no motion
Rest for the flight

In the dust
On the pins
There is no water
The air is thin
The air is cold
In the livid night

If you’re born
As a fly
Would I recognize?
Winged beat
Against the air
As your lonely voice

If you’re born
As a child
To a stranger
Will our paths
Intertwine
Or have I lost my chance?