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exclusive: TABLE SCRAPS TALK US THROUGH THEIR NEW VIDEO FOR "LYIN' THRU YER TEETH"


Birmingham's Table Scraps are among our favourite bands in the country. The trio make a guttural kinda garage rock in the vein of The Cramps or The Gories, and with ease bring to life pulp horror villains and spooks that go bump in the night. Last year they gave us the video to My Obsession, an exercise in charming retro 3D horror, and last month saw the release of their scorching second album Autonomy.

In fact, videos have always been a speciality of the band, as bassist Tim Mobbs is also a highly talented videographer. Last month we were treated to a sock puppet parody of 90s alt rock machismo for the I'm A Failure video, and now we get the video to Lyin' Thru Yer Teeth, another scuzzy cut from Autonomy. The video features the band dressed up as a manner of weird and wonderful characters, sort of like a freaky Guess Who. Speaking to us about the video, which you can watch below, Tim said:

"Once upon a time, we put on a show with a band called The Garden at our lock up in Digbeth, Birmingham. The next morning we discovered that someone had scratched the words “TABLE SCRAPS ARE HIPSTERS” on to the wall of our toilet.

"Needless to say, we were quite shaken by this. What even are hipsters in this day and age, and why are people still so bothered by them? For this video for Lyin’ Thru Yer Teeth we raided our own wardrobes to celebrate the lovable weirdos who populate our music venues and to learn a valuable lesson: being cool is as simple as putting on a silly coat and hat, so anyone can do it."


You can read our review of Table Scraps' Autonomy in Issue One, which you can pre-order HERE
Or just go straight ahead and buy Autonomy without reading our review HERE






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