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The Heavy have a song on their 2012 album The Glorious Dead called "The Big Bad Wolf". It's about the most perfect song title I can think of for this down and dirty, bruising, UK outfit. See, the band draw influence from funk, soul, hip-hop, and rock, but there's something about their tunes that is sneaky, if not a little menacing. They red line past what is considered...err, pleasant to ear drums. They are raw and distorted. They are a force! They want to blow the damn house down.

And if you're not up for that, vocalist Kelvin Swaby ain't really up for playing for you. Or at least that's what we learned when the band popped in on our Baeble Bounce House in Austin last month with a fresh batch of cuts from their newest LP, Hurt and The Merciless. Swaby stalked the stage (and a few audience members who weren't participating...Gawd! SX crowds!), baiting the crowd to get into it, slowly but surely riling them up throughout the entirety of the band's performance. The result was a crescendo of energy, culminating in an entire venue losing their damn minds to the band's classic single "How You Like Me Now". How's that for The Big Bad Wolf?

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Take it back like you know I want you to,
I'm hearing what I know you don't see that it's on you.
So I guess you think this means that I love you,
But somethings that you say fuck with my day like bad news.
You made me sorry.
(But that don't make it all right)
Admit you're wrong.
(But that don't make it all right)
Oh, just go down on your knees.
(But that don't make it all right)
When you beg and plead for forgiveness.
(But that don't make it all right)
So I guess you think this means that I hate you.
I couldn't mention but I'm waiting for some hurts upon you, on you, whoa.
Like Fee-Fi-Fo-Fum.
All is said and done when there's nothing
wrong, but I know your words, and you're cruel.
Always stick together when you're breaking fool.
Until you're sorry.
(But that don't make it all right)
Admit you're wrong.
(But that don't make it all right)
Oh, just go down on your knees, yeah.
(But that don't make it all right)
When you beg and plead for forgiveness.
(But that don't make it all right)
When you're, you're trying to say sorry.
But why don't you, why don't you say it?
When I said forever, I meant that, There's more to your story, But why are you sad? Why are you sad?
When you're ever wrong, don't you walk with that,
So don't you fuck with that.
You may be sorry.
(But that don't make it all right) Uh-oh, Admit you're wrong.
(But that don't make it all right) Oh, just go down on your knees, yeah.
(But that don't make it all right) Beg and plead for forgiveness.
(But that don't make it all right) But that don't make it.
(But that don't make it) (But that don't make it)
(Oh, no, but that don't make it) (I say, but that don't make it)
- South by Southwest yo, in the house.
Let's give you some more.
I took a leave of my senses,
I walked the long way home.
I jumped the walls and the fences.
Skinned all four, I can't afford to be there.
My name is on the list, This is what you could've loved.
You know that, this is what you missed.
So don't make me beg,
On a ball and chain, Don't face the fever,
On the burning flames.
Don't call me baby,
That's not my name.
I'm not the one,
I'm not the one, So now I feel the danger.
Is my head on the block? Is my heart supposed to beat like a broken
clock? So what's it all amount to?
A lover of your funk, If you feel like dancing,
Don't you feel it on your own.
Don't make me beg,
On a ball and chain.
Don't face the fever,
On the burning flames.
Don't call me baby,
That's not my name.
I'm not the one,
I'm not the one, I'm not the one,
- How we doing? We doing all right? You liking what you hearing? Yeah.
I'm not the one.
I'm not the one,
I'm not the one, I'm not the one,
I ain't looking for drama.
I ain't out for blood.
You know that I can be your savior, Treat me like a god.
So don't make me beg, On a ball and chain.
Don't face the fever, On the burning flames.
Don't call me baby, That's not my name.
I'm not the one, I'm not the one.
Don't make me beg, On a ball and chain.
Don't face the fever, On the burning flames.
Don't call me baby, That's not my name.
I'm not the one, I'm not the one.
I'm not the...
- I'm sure we all know of Faye the Beauty Queen, right? We call her Miss California.
She is a lunatic, She'll wreck your body and she'll break
your soul.
Despite her rhetoric,
She won't be happy till she's taken control.
Now, it was all that I could muster, To put that witch down.
Just another zombie, In another zombie town.
She used to be Miss California, A trail of broken hearts to her door.
She used to be Miss California, But she don't turn their heads anymore.
Let me ask you honestly.
What kind of maniac,
Spends your money as she spits your bones?
No aphrodisiac could mask the echo of her aching death moans,
It was more than just a crucifix.
To keep that thing at bay, You save your small town nightmare.
For another rainy day, So sing with me, she used to be Miss
California, She used to be Miss California,
A trail of broken hearts to her door.
She used to be Miss California,
But she don't turn their heads anymore, more.
- I don't know, can I even come here? I don't.
Your ballroom days are over, It's getting hard to hide!
That bitter look that's on your face, When you're that messed up inside!
She used to be Miss California, A trail of broken hearts to her door.
She used to be Miss California, But she don't turn their heads anymore,
oh.
She used to be Miss, sing with me,
California, A trail of broken hearts to her door.
She used to be Miss California, But she don't turn their heads anymore.
- You guys have been great.
We're going to give you our new single from Hurt & The Merciless.
This is called Since You Been Gone.
It goes like this.
Well, I can see what it is,
I can see what's on my mind, oh no.
Because my heart don't beat like it
should, And I can't stop crying, oh no.
Memories of our own, All this love in my soul.
All these things that you love, My heart can't take it no more,
Since you been gone, oh, come on.
Since you been gone, hey,
Since you been gone, come on, hey, Since you been gone, you been gone, you
been gone, you been gone, you been, So tell me, what do you love, love,
If I haven't got you? Oh no.
I'm looking for the pot at the end of the
rainbow, But all I found is blues, oh yeah
All these things in my head, Broken from the things that you said.
Yeah, I can't have you back in my bed, I'm thinking that I'm better off dead.
Since you been gone, hey, come on now, I said,
Since you been gone, come on, come on, hey,
Since you been gone, Since you been gone, you been gone, you
been gone, you been gone, you been gone, You been gone, you been gone (you've
been gone so long), you been gone, you been gone,
you been gone (so, so long you been)
The raindrops won't stop falling, The raindrops won't stop falling,
The raindrops won't stop falling.
Oh, no,
The raindrops won't stop falling, The raindrops won't stop falling,
The raindrops won't stop falling, From my eyes.
Since you been gone, Since you been gone,
Since you been gone, Since you been gone, you been gone, you
been gone, you been gone, you been gone, You been gone, you been gone
(you've been gone so long), you been gone, you been gone,
you been gone (so, so long you been)
You been gone, you been gone, you been gone so long, you been gone,
- You in to this? Yeah.
Okay.
This is for the sinners.
How many sinners we have here tonight? Oh, that's like every motherfucking one of you.
Everybody needs one of these.
It's called Last Confession.
Come on, come on, come on.
I'm sure I sure Austin wasn't as still as this last time I came here.
Come on, I want to see you move.
Hey, hey, hey.
Forgive me father for the things that I've done
The truth, it must be told.
I cheat, I lie, I'm a son of a gun, I could be deadbeat cold.
I tried to believe, I tried to receive ya, oh.
I tried to hold on, This demon's too strong, it's too strong.
This is my last confession, This is my last confession,
This is my last confession.
I'm just too bad to be told,
I'm just too bad to be... Hear me mother, your lonely son,
I'm sure you did what you could.
But you know that too much of a poison
makes a good man turn to bad, If I could stop it, oh I only would.
And I tried to defeat, I tried to delete ya.
I need you to know, I need to let go.
This is my last confession, This is my last confession,
This is my last confession.
I'm just too bad to be told,
You know, you know, I'm just too bad to be told.
- How we doing? Are we still in here? Don't try and save me,
There's no one to blame.
Don't try and save me,
There's no one to blame.
Don't try and save me,
There's no one to blame.
Somebody save me,
This is my last confession, come on, come on, hey.
This is my last confession, This is my last confession,
I'm just too bad to be told.
You know, you know, I'm just too bad to
be... Don't try and save me,
There's no one to blame.
Don't try and save me,
There's no one to blame.
Don't try and save me,
There's no one to blame.
No one can save me, no,
This is my last confession.
(Don't try and save me)
(There's no one to blame) This is my last confession.
(Don't try and save me) (There's no one to blame)
This is my last confession.
(Don't try and save me)
(There's no one to blame) (No one can save me)
This is my, this is my.
Don't try and save me,
There's no one to blame, yeah.
Don't try and save me,
There's no one to blame.
Don't try and save me,
There's no one to blame because This is my, this is my,
- This next song I wrote from my son just making him understand that you can fucking do whatever the fuck you want to do, because this is South by Southwest, do it on like do whatever the fuck we want to do.
When you see me do this, I want to hear every motherfucker in this place scream "Up," okay? All right? Are you ready? All right, I'll want to turn up,
And make it something to believe in.
You know you got to turn up,
And make the heart go.
Whoa, whoa, whoa,
I said you got to turn up, And put your hands where I can see them.
You know you got to turn up, To keep 'em begging for more, more, more,
more, more, more, more.
Now, I set my soul on fire,
All for you my love.
And I build a house of dirt and bones from
the ground, You talk it like you needed it all, all
your life.
If you want it baby, you can have it all,
Aw, but then you better turn up, And make it something to believe in.
You know you got to turn up,
To keep 'em begging for more, more, more, more, more, more, more.
(Baby, baby) You'll lose your way.
(Baby, baby) You're gonna make mistakes.
(Baby, baby) You're gonna learn to fight many days, in
so many ways, yeah.
(Baby, baby)
Ain't nothin' gonna shake me.
(Baby, baby)
Cause you'll always be my baby.
(Baby, baby)
There ain't nothing more I want for you my love,
Because that's what you really want.
Must be what you really want,
If that's what you really want my love.
I said you better turn up,
And make it something to believe in.
You know you got to turn up,
To keep the heart go.
Whoa, whoa, whoa,
I said you better turn up, And put your hands where I can see them
You know you got to turn up, To keep 'em begging for more, more, more,
more, more, more, more.
- Let me hear you South by Southwest.
To keep 'em begging for more, more, more,
To keep 'em begging for more.
To keep 'em begging for more, more.
To keep 'em begging for more.
- Yo, we're doing this for Baeble Music.
These guys have done, there's so many nobodies on this stage.
Well you know what? Let's give you something that you know.
You know this song, right? No, I said, honestly, you know this song, right? You're going to sing along? All right we're gonna do it like this.
Now there was a time, When you loved me so
I couldn't do wrong, But now you need to know. Yeah.
See, I been a bad, bad, bad, bad man.
And I'm in deep.
Yes, I am.
I found a brand new love for this man,
And I can't wait till you see.
Oh, sing, sing it to me. Come on sing it
to me.
(How you like me now?)
I can't hear you.
(How you like me now?)
I can't hear you.
(How you like me now?)
You need to sing it louder.
(How you like me now?)
Louder than this, how you like me now? How you like me now?
How you like me now? How you like me now?
Remember the time When I eat you up
You know, yeah I was a lie, oh baby, That you can't give up.
If I was to cheat Oh no, would you see right through me?
If I sing a sad, sad, sad, sad song Would you give it to me?
Would you? Austin, sing it to me.
(How you like me now?)
Oh.
(How you like me now?)
I can't hear you.
(How you like me now?)
I need louder.
(How you like me now?)
Louder.
How you like me now.
How you like me now?
How you like me now? How you like me now?
How you like me now? Let's break it down, break it down.
- It's been a pleasure playing for you guys over here enjoyed the new songs of Hurt & The Merciless.
Does that make you love me baby?
Does that make you want me baby? Does that make you love me baby?
Does that make you want me baby? Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh,
oh, oh.
I say. Tell me. How you like me
now? Come on.
(How you like me now?) Sing it.
(How you like me now?) Sing.
How you like me now?
having the greatest South by Southwest, yeah.
We are out.
We are out.
Thank you.
You've been great.
You've been incredible.
Thank you very much.
Now there was a time, When you loved me so.
I couldn't do wrong, But now you need to know.

Artist Bio

Prepare to burn. Sorry. Don't wanna put you off or nuffink. But prepare to burn.

The Heavy make the kind of dirty, guitar-scorched hip hop soul which leads you into temptation. And then you're going to burn. The dark side of four boys from the arse-end of Bath, the beast of Bodmin Moor, half man/half wolf, The Heavy specialise in making everything wrong sound right. So successful are they, so good does it feel, so natural, that voodoo filth will be pouring through you before you know what's going on.

From the moment you hear first single, "That Kind of Man," you know only exorcism can save you. Combining the gritty bottom end of classic Wu Tang with wall-of-sound guitar wailing and raw blues-soul, it's instantly recognisable and utterly addictive, Swaby's sweet-yet-threatening vocal raising it to another level. "Coleen" is a more stripped-down hip hop groove, with backing singers giving the tune a Stax-on-acid feel. "Set Me Free" throws acoustic guitar in to the mix for a more laid-back (though still rhythmically driving) number. "You Don't Know" shows heavier rock influences, a building pile-up of riffage. "Girl" gives Swaby a chance to show off his (slightly tongue in cheek) rapping style, over a rhythm which can only be described as Kinks-meets-Marly Marl. "Doing Fine" is the emotional centrepiece of the album, a downhome blues straight outta the West Country. "In The Morning" is frugging and flithy. "Bruk Pocket Lament" sounds like classic blues brought bang up to date and reeling from too much meths. And the raging "Dignity" ain't going to stand no fucking with it, seen? The album finishes with "Who Needs The Sunshine," which carries echoes of the Bristol scene of Massive Attack and Tricky, but reconstituted as an epic country blues.

The core of The Heavy are Swaby and Taylor, who have known each other for a decade. Swaby's parents were one of the first West Indian families to move to Bath. One of eleven siblings, he grew up surrounded by reggae, Prince and Two Tone as well as the hip hop he embraced so fervently. When he met Taylor they bonded over vintage rhythm and blues and the movies of Jim Jarmusch.

Despite starting with an Atari and a four track, the pair soon recruited Ellul(drums) and Page (bass) and began gigging as a four piece. Perhaps their unique sound is in part the result of coming from a town they describe as "the graveyard of all ambition". Or some West Coutry leyline shiznit. Either that or they're just sex-crazed lunatics. At the end of the day, who cares as long as it sounds this good?

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