Broken

by Fulhäst

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  • 2 album bundle: Fulhäst 'Broken' 10" + Moustache Of Insanity 'Album Of Death' 12"
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    Order Fulhäst's new album on 10" and pick up a copy of his previous album alongside Allo Darlin's Bill Botting, as Moustache Of Insanity. 'Album Of Death' comes on 12" blood red vinyl; Broken on bright yellow vinyl. Both records are hand numbered and extremely limited.

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The same old story: Boy meets girl and they fall in love. Six years pass. Girl leaves boy. Boy takes his Game Boy and guitar and makes a record. This is it.
Fulhäst is Nik. He is feeling fine these days, thanks for asking.
Fulhäst plays lo-fi Gameboy pop-punk about movies, heartbreak and stuff. All the songs on Broken are presented in the order they were written (and recorded). The songs on side A were written between July and November 2012 and the songs on side B in December 2012 and early January 2013. Six months of watching a long-term relationship go from alright, turn sour and eventually die.
The album was recorded and mixed by Darren Hayman in Walthamstow over a nine hour period in January 2013

Nik uses an old Game Boy DMG-01 (for you non-geeks, that's the old big one, originally released in 1989) and a software called LSDJ (Little Sound DJ) to make his music.
Up until recently Nik mainly wrote songs about weird movies. Then bad things happened and he needed to find an outlet for all the shit going on in his head. If you're into extremely obscure and virtually unheard-of indiepop bands, you might remember him as one half of Moustache Of Insanity, whose 'Album Of Death' was release on blood-red vinyl by Fika Recordings in the summer of 2011. The first Fulhäst effort, the EP Down The Deuce, was released in the summer of 2012. The extremely limited (100 copies) cassettes in handmade Gameboy-shaped cases sold out within weeks.

Other Fulhäst releases:
What Do You See? shop.fikarecordings.com/album/what-do-you-see
Down The Deuce fulhast.fikarecordings.com/album/down-the-deuce

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released July 29, 2013

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Track Name: Colour Blind In Italy
Tired of sleeping watching red lights changing shape

A late night turns to an early day

If only I could see things the right way

Maybe I would stay, maybe I would stay

Choosing weird and horrible over great

Hoping that good things will come if I wait for you

But trying to pick the right abstract metaphor
Is just like looking for needles in a haystack

It can be hard to see beyond the red

See life in yellow, after the dead

But there's nothing really new here, just the same old games

Another culture in a different frame

There are such vibrant colours in the dark

Black masks keep secrets just like stars

Sleaze and passion goes hand in hand

But the truth is always colour blind

Green grass and evil ducks

Blue skies, pushing your luck

Brown eyes, a red demise
Black mask, black gloves 
AAARGH!
Track Name: Twiddle
We've been talking about how much we hate this city

And how easy it is to find a reason to leave

For everything great, you find something shitty

And there's all the obstacles that we don't really need

So I sit at home twiddling my thumbs
Wanting to go out and stay out late

Every night, but I feel so old sometimes

When I'm at work I count the hours, the minutes, the seconds until I can leave

Five days a week, that's no way to live

We've been talking about how much we love this city

And how easy it is to find a reason to stay

Behind the grey is something so pretty

And there's all those friends that we have met along the way

So I sit at home twiddling my thumb

Wanting to call you and you and you

Ask you to come out, hang out, do stuff just like when we were kids

Build a steady stream of awesome adult memories

Instead of sitting in the pub and talk about all the things we used to do
Track Name: But They Don't Even Sell Lo-Fi Parasols In Topshop
These songs they should be shared like dirty secrets late at night

In bedrooms, on dance floors, out of sight

These special feelings don't belong to anyone but us

If you do your shopping to it, the meaning has been lost

Put up your lo-fi parasol so you don't get burnt

Turn down the volume to avoid being heard

What's the alternative when alternative's the main?

We need to keep some songs a secret to stay sane

That's why it always feels so wrong

When the in-store radio plays one of my favourite songs

Number crunchers, just pretending to care

It's not theirs to share

Let your lo-fi parasol protect your heart

Songs kept in there lasts so much longer than in charts

Let's stay away for now and return to the store

When our feelings are not in fashion anymore

Your songs, not fashion

Your love, not fashion

Your feelings, not fashion

Your life, not fashion
Track Name: Riot On 1655 North Cherokee Avenue
Now that I know it's working, I'm gonna take that time machine

Head to LA this time, but I'll stick to the 70s

I'm gonna Go-Go's to The Masque, Screamers are on tonight

It's a better world when Tomata's alive

And we'll dance all night, we'll drink until we drop

Take acid in the gutter and we'll never ever stop

The cops are not amused and they'll try to shut us up

We have no faith in authority and they have no faith in us

Down to the Whiskey to watch Darby crash and burn

He's such a mess, but a lexicon devil with words

In the Hong Kong pit there's no time to feel pain

The Dils lead our class war to the sound of the rain

And we'll dance all night, we'll drink until we drop

Take acid in the gutter and we'll never ever stop

The cops are not amused and they'll try to shut us up

We have no faith in authority and they have no faith in us

No faith in authority!

No faith in authority!

No faith in authority!

No faith in authority!
Track Name: What Do You See?
I find it hard to go to bed before midnight

And then I still struggle to fall asleep

My mind is buzzing like a wasp at a window

All these first world demons are haunting me

And I know things really aren't that bad

But are they really all that great?

And I'm forgetting what normal is supposed to feel like

Cause I don't seem to feel much at all these days

No one ever said it was easy

And I never expected it to be

I don't want it to be easy

I just wanna see

And I'm losing my faith in magic

And I don't mean the David Copperfield kind

I mean the tiny little things that never really meant anything

But still made it so great to be alive

And I get so fucking angry

At the anger that's all around

It's same old bullshit, people looking for scapegoats

Cause they can't stand their own lies

No one ever said it was easy

And we should never expect it to be

I don't want it to be easy

I just wanna see
Track Name: Your Skin
This bed is much too big for me

And the right-hand side gets awfully cold

I hog all the pillows and the duvet as well

And I miss how you're not here to tell me off

Staring at the records and movies and books

Trying to remember who bought what for who

I need to box up my life, but where do I begin

When the only thing I can think about is how much I miss your skin

Your skin, I miss your skin

Boxes and boxes of photographs

Snapshots of happy days

And even if now is all about the sad

Good memories are things you should never erase

And even if I like their new shade of brown

I'm sure the plants will be glad to see you go

Their green will return when they hear you sing

I'll be somewhere else missing your skin

Your skin, I miss your skin
Track Name: N6 For Nostalgia
Walked through the old neighbourhood

It felt so good, memories of how things used to be
Washed over me

And at the top of the hill I thought 'fuck, I miss this view'

Standing there I thought 'fuck, I miss you'

Looked through the window of our old flat

New people, writing love songs on their guitars

And I wonder if there are

Any signs at all of us left in that place

Or if our past presence has been totally erased

And I thought of all the cute and nerdy things we did

And I thought of all the fun and dirty things we did

And for a second I forgot all the sad and hurty things

We're doing now

Still leaning against the wall

The Star Flyer, I bought when you turned 25

It was a bit too small to ride

I'm sure there's a metaphor in there about you and me

And I wonder how long people will just leave it be



Tried to get up on the roof

The door was locked, thought about ringing our old neighbour

Ask for a small favour

To relive days of drinking wine and killing radio stars

Stephen Hawking and watching fireworks in the dark

And I thought of all the cute and nerdy things we did

And I thought of all the fun and dirty things we did

And for a second I forgot all the sad and hurty things

We're doing now
Track Name: 2392 Days
I wonder where we lost it and why

This time we didn't even bother to look for it

Instead we just let it die

Like it never really meant anything

It was late I was expecting your call

To keep you from worrying about the ferry

Now you were crying on top of it all

And despite of what you said, I felt sorry for you

2392 days

I didn't see it coming , at least not then
A single sentence have never felt so long

I was just looking forward to seeing you again

I didn't realise things were so horribly wrong

This was new, but still the same

Sure, we've had our problems before

Bottling up, directing the blame

Your own flaws are so easy to ignore

2392 days

The other times I had done the fighting

For something I knew could be so good

This time I figured it was up to you

To fight and I really hoped you would

But instead we just let it be awkward

We left it so hopelessly sad

Sharing a bed with an invisible wall

Just letting a good thing go bad

2392 days