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It’s likely a fair presumption to say that most casual Woodhands‘ fans know of the band through I wasn’t Made For Fighting, Dancer, or to a lesser extent their newest single CP24. All three of these songs feature what makes Woodhands so alluring: a hard synth beat, a raucous drum performance from Paul Banwatt, and some of the finest shouting I’ve ever heard from the always spastic Dan Werb. Dissembler takes a much different approach to Woodhands’ brand of indietronic-rock, and delivers a performance that is far softer than the aforementioned songs. Behind a mellower synth beat, a subdued Paul Banwatt, and a shockingly restrained Dan Werb, Woodhands’ probably makes their finest case for their talent as songwriters. Dissembler can be found on the duo’s latest full-length release “Remorsecapade”, released on January 26th of this year; another track from the new album is posted below.
When did you begin to dissemble
When did I begin to resemble you
Oh you must remember when you disassembled me
I guess I just hate the way you make me feel
Not real, don’t cry, consume me
And I’ll resume feeling being free
You played it right, you made up for those twentieth sixty
My twenty and eight, my twenty and eight
There’s still so much that I’m missing
I did you wrong you keep on insisting
When it was always you was going to cease and desist me
And despite you’re called away
And despite this glimmering hate
I still remember when all it took was my touch
I guess you can’t take the way I make you feel
Too much, that’s fine, I’m gone
And doubled me, and murdered myself in my sleep
You played it right, you made up for those twentieth sixty
My twenty and eight, my twenty and eight
There’s still so much that I’m missing
I did you wrong you keep on insisting
When it was always you was going to cease and desist me
I’m your 1980 your adolescent baby
Double me and see if you can change me
One or the other, it’s just a little rearranging
We both do well in bed, so why not exchange me
I’m your 1980 your adolescent baby
It echoes from my double, but this trouble won’t shame me
So go ahead and frame me, go ahead and frame me
You can double date me, trouble leaves you shaking
It’s the trouble of your making
It’s the trouble of your making
It’s the trouble of your making
It’s the trouble of your making
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