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Favela Ninja (ALBUM)

by Louis Lingg and the Bombs

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Favela Ninja 04:00
Favela Ninja Lyrics: He’s a one man freedom faction - now fuck you! Raise your glass to the caipirihna killer! 2X Burn the green zone burn the green zone burn the green zone down! Down Verse 1 They’re smashin’ up my shanty town Their throwin my shit all around (We) need someone to take a stand Wild impossible Breathing in the chemicals Burning lungs and flaking skin Radiation seeping in Wild Impossible You don’t know the shit I’ve seen You don’t know the life I’ve lived Growing up where I grew up Wild impossible Drones strikes killing all my friends SWAT teams there to kill dissent Crushing kids who comprehend Wild impossible Chorus Favela ninja make them alllllll go away Favela ninja make them all just disappear Favela ninja be my gheeeetto assassin Assassin assassino. Méu salvador, amigo Verse 2 (we're) Makin love to radio Huddled round the stereo Dreamin of the embryo Get me outta here! (This) Ain’t no place to raise a kid Fucking system makes me sick (I) Need someone to stop this shit Get me outta here! A killer coming from the left Striking back, the fucking pigs Justice comes in kung fu kicks Get me outta here! He killed until there was no rich He freed us from a world of shit All those kids were smart as whips Get me outta here! Chorus Favela ninja make them alllllll go away Favela ninja make them all just disappear Favela ninja be my gheeeetto assassin Assassin assassino. Méu salvador, amigo Chorus Favela ninja make them alllllll go away Favela ninja make them all just disappear Favela ninja be my gheeeetto assassin Assassin assassino. Méu salvador, amigo
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Grindstone 02:20
Grindstone Intro On the way to work now I feel like a wanker Why did I even wake up? up up up up? Bus is full to bursting Legs are fucking hurting Why did I even wake up? up up up up? Verse 1 Work is killing, work’s degrading There’s all of this stress Ju: No, (I’m) not going back there ar ax:whoa oh oh Creeping cretins, machine morons, Who the fuck ya talkin down to? ju: no, I'm not going back there ar ax: whoa oh oh Prechorus: Ju: (why don't you just)... Turnaround Turnaround Ju: (Just) Get yourself home now baby Turnaround Turnaround me and ju: Just get your ass back (ax +ar:) ho-o-o-o-ome Chorus (Nose to the) grindstone another fucking grindstone Yeah you are what you do, What you do degrades you, yeah yeah (Nose to the) grindstone another fucking grindstone You know I don’t deserve All of this wo-o-o-o-o-ork Ju: Boss is tryin’ to kill me but no-one else can see it Why did I even wake up? up up up up? Put poison in his sandwich Deleted all the hard drives Things’re fin’lly lookin’ up up up up up! total stop/pause - we should try it! Verse 2 the Real enemy, is the totality Ju: Of people working Whoa oh oh homicidal way of life They died for their work ju: But work’s nothing to die for Whoa oh oh Prechorus:Ju: (why don't you just)... Turnaround Turnaround Get yourself home now baby Turnaround Turnaround Just get your ass back ho-o-o-o-ome Chorus (Nose to the) grindstone another fucking grindstone Yeah you are what you do What you do degrades you yeah yeah (Nose to the) grindstone another fucking grindstone You know I don’t deserve All of this wo-o-o-o-o-ork Break Rap: There’s no need to work now - ever! Why don’t we just play - together! If you say you're free - you lie! Bonehead bosses - deny! Jungle: Discipline, the inhuman hell hole The ultimate head fuck, modern control Demeaning system of domination Work makes a mockery - of freedom Chorus X2 - (Nose to the) grindstone Another fucking grindstone Yeah you are what you do What you do degrades you yeah yeah (Nose to the) grindstone another fucking grindstone You know I don’t deserve All of this wo-o-o-o-o-ork wo-o-o-o-o-ork wo-o-o-o-o-ork wo-o-o-o-o-ork wo-o-o-o-o-ork
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Twitter Riot 02:59
Twitter riot intro There's Smoke from the burning cars There's broken glass spread all around C'mon now, "The city's burning down" The looting has started The plasma screens are walking away Shake it up now, "The city's burning down" clem The police are out there Riot gear and beatings abound Hey kids, "The city's burning down" Sirens fill the air Teargas billows across the street Gas mask on, "the city's burning down" Tweet tweet riot Twitter riot babies The world's on fire Twitter riot yeah! Tweet tweet riot Twitter riot babies The world's on fire Twitter riot yeah! clem Let's man the barracades Now history's speeding up C'mon now "The city's burning down". I need new Reeboks man So break a window for me Thank's baby "the city's burning down" X2 Tweet tweet riot Twitter riot babies The world's on fire Twitter riot yeah! Break One hundred and forty characters do not, a revolution make. Police just switch off the social networks and we all go home. oo oo whoa whoa bit! X8 X4 Tweet tweet riot Twitter riot babies The world's on fire Twitter riot yeah!
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verse 1 Do you feel trapped? Do feel vacant? Is the 21st century getting you down? Do want to make a difference? But you already that the world is fucked Well the riot cops, are still charging Throwin' molotovs 'n' pushin' back their lines, yeah! Can we all fight a little harder? Don't know if I can. I got so much at risk Bridge: you you occupy me you you occupy everything (pause) Chorus: You........... you occupy me You kids you gotta occupy everything! You........... you occupy me You kids you gotta occupy everything! (pause) verse 2 Let's give them their Tahrir moment Constant ultimatums, bring down the system welcome to the end of history in search of a truth, there is no truth Chorus: You........... you occupy me You kids you gotta occupy everything! You........... you occupy me You kids you gotta occupy everything! Break: We are the ninety nine percent! We are the anger the world's dissent Viva los indignados, amigo! hasta victoria sempre, muchacho! Occupy Wall Street - got you running scared honey Occupy incomplete - we're coming for the rest baby Occupy Wall Street - There's now an alternative Occupy repeat - it's us til the end baby Chorus: You........... you occupy me You kids you gotta occupy everything! You........... you occupy me You kids you gotta occupy everything!
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Bring It On 03:07
Bring it on Verse 1 : This song is done on the bus on the way to my job to tell you just how I’m feeling – Feeling! I see my life slip away work kills a little each day I say it’s just fucking stealing – Stealing! You see the guy with sack? Looks like he just broke his back To me it seems a like a murder. – Murder! And when finally get there it’s with a touch of despair As if I needed a leader – Leader! Pre-chorus and Chorus: And you know, the system’s gonna come crashing down….. Well just bring it – onnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn! whoa oooooooooohhhhh oooooooooooohhhhhhhhh! Verse 2 And by the time get home All of my energy’s gone I can’t even do any singing – Singing! And when I think of my son growing up in this shit I tell you my eyes are stinging – stinging! But the system is fucked, Yeah we all know it can’t last And I’m happy it’s falling - falling! Yeah, I’ll help rip it down No I won’t fuck around. This is the start of a journey – journey! Pre chorus and chorus: And I feel like I want to tear it all down Just bring it onnnnnnnnnnnnnnn! Whooooaaaaa! Oh oh ohhhhhh!! Break Chorus
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Freedom fighter whoa uh-oh! Intro - clapping You know we're gonna make it All our crimes negated You know it's all related I don't think so Apocalypse is coming You this world is burning Now all life is dying I don't think so Total toxic overload Biosphere and life implodes Society and life explodes I don't think so You wanna be my girlfriend? I won't be your boyfriend There's no point now it's the end I don't think so Now it's got in my head The idea that we're all fucked And I think that it's right We should give in without a fight No, I'll never give up No No we won't be crushed (We'd) rather die on our feet So we might as well all GO FOR IT!* It's a riot this for time for sure It's a freedom fighter - whoa - ohh I'm telling you what this is It's a freedom fighter - whoa - ohh It's a riot this for time for sure It's a freedom fighter - whoa - ohh I'm telling you what this is It's a freedom fighter - whoa - ohh Everyone's got cancer D'you wanna touch my tumour Chemicals everywhere I don't think so My girlfriend wants a baby I just think that's crazy When this world's so shitty I don't think so Lost faith in humanity Losing grip on sanity Maybe I should drink less tea I don't think so The courage to raise a fist Weak willed ecologists Too afraid to resist I don't think so Now it's got in my head The idea that we're all fucked And I think that it's right We should give in without a fight No, I'll never give up I'm sure we've still got a chance (We'd) rather die on our feet So we might as well all GO FOR IT! Shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit!!!! It's a riot this for time for sure It's a freedom fighter - whoa - ohh I'm telling you what this is It's a freedom fighter - whoa - ohh It's a riot this for time for sure It's a freedom fighter - whoa - ohh I'm telling you what this is It's a freedom fighter - whoa - ohh Solo
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Happy Days (When the Sun Explodes) Verse 1 Now the sun’s gone Yeah, it blew up yesterday Mass destruction All we’ve done will fade away Now the sun’s gone Yeah, I’m livin’ here rent free Consolation Everyone’s a refugee Pre refrain: La la la Spoken word bit: Yeah, When the sun went nova (I) thought back to Barcelona You could’ve been my lover Said no to you that day Thought I’d show restraint What a bitter waste Chorus X4 Happy days, When the sun explodes With you, We can be together Verse 2 Now the sun’s gone People laugh and dance all day Desperation Now please spend some time with me Now the sun’s gone Things look better in the dark Revelation Is this the time for a new start? Pre-chorus Chorus X2
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WTF 03:08
WTF What the fuck! Verse1 Lucky bray-ay-ay ake For fuck's say-ay-ay ake That shit will prolapse you Castray-ay- ate Cornflay-ay- akes Cornflakes all made of skin X2 Made of skin is so fittin' disgusting and submittin' We laughing and transmittin' Sewing up the slits in it No-one will admit to it cuttin' the banana split Chorus: What the fuck! (whooooo -oooooooo) What the fuck! (whooooo -oooooooo) What the fuck! No one wants to live in this way (whooooo -oooooooo) What the fuck! Rectal bleed and your hair turns grey (whooooo -oooooooo) Verse 2 I screa-ea-eam My fee-ee-eet My feet are turning green My cree-ee-eem Peni ci-i-illin Penicillin's hard to find Penicillin's missin' Sun is finally settin' Crying blood is blessin' Bleeding from my orifice Finger nails all smell of piss Mumma hates the days like this Break: (Whoa-oh!) Running like a spider Greed is the divider (Ah-ha!) This life is a prison system please please pass me A shiv to kill 'em Scratchin' the walls The screws all force Themselves on us of course! Chorus: What the fuck! (whooooo -oooooooo) What the fuck! (whooooo -oooooooo) What the fuck! No one wants to live in this way (whooooo -oooooooo) What the fuck! Rectal bleed and your hair turns grey (whooooo -oooooooo) What the fuck! (whooooo -oooooooo) What the fuck! (whooooo -oooooooo) What the fuck! No one wants to live in this way (whooooo -oooooooo) What the fuck! Rectal bleed and your hair turns grey (whooooo -oooooooo)
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Rave and Steal Verse: You tell me to be A tall blitzkreig Every goes off tell me tell me have you Ever seen me shoplift, pale moon light? I'm the queen of the frozen yogurt section What do you see in my bag? I steal whiskey every night Don't you touch me filthy cunt This little punker just might bite! Chorus: Take me In your arms now cos' I'm feeling in a haze Rave and steal! Rave and Steal! Take me In your arms now 'cos I'm longing for old days Rave and Steal! Rave and Steal!
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Chorus Things that I’m sure of It’s old age, sickness and death Things that I can count on It’s old age, sickness and death Verse Oh that first tingle of excitement That first light touch on the back of your neck (She gasps) This is -- adventure The total lack of control Chorus Verse 2 When I’m with you, nothing’s certain I feel you move, I’m in the moment The taste of yer sweat, and there’s no future Chaos, you scream my name Chorus
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about

As the world tears itself apart in neo-liberal screams of static and alternative facts bouncing off every antenna, twisting our very thought processes into self hate, the population of this planet are crying out for hope. 6 billion desperate people driven to poverty and despair are looking to defend themselves, to strike back against the tiny oligarchy that's eclipsing the future of this planet. We need an assassin from the left, some one who's willing to return fire. We need a... FAVELA NINJA!

This is our 3rd full length proper album where every track is where it is for a reason. It took ages to make. 4 years for some of the songs!

Here's the story:

The squat, the Miroiterie, had been in danger of closing for a few years. We’d done a few “last ever” concerts and a bunch of benefit concerts there by the time it actually closed. It had already resisted years of lawyer, police and neo-nazi pressure. It had gradually risen to become one of the most internationally famous music venues in France! When the Stooges came through France on tour, Mike Watt and Steve McKay from the Stooges turned up for a jam session and asked to play with local musicians like me and Nathan Mozes (from the band Mozes. Nathan turns up a few times in our story! Stay tuned!) Anyway jamming with members of the Stooges in front of 200 people is just one of many amazing memories I have of that place. The concerts there were (sometimes) completely amazing! Sometimes there’d be 5 people and sometimes 300 people!

Anyway, eventually a wall was damaged and partially collapsed and the Miroiterie was declared dangerous. Then neo-nazis (or under-cover police officers) fire bombed the few people who were left there as caretakers. The inhabitants decided that enough was enough. Nazis hit you when you’re down, it would be silly for people to get hurt for a pile of rubble.


In the years that followed, a wave of police action closed hundreds of bars across Paris. Many of them were places that dared to host events by local artists. Paris became a city that is almost impossible to play music in! It’s insane!

The importance of the Miroiterie can’t be overstated. Even now I meet people who tell me that the Miroiterie was their gateway into the underground of DIY, extremely left-wing politics and generally helping your fellow humans in the face of a cruel world. They tell me all the amazing causes that they’ve supported or even started! We were evangelist preachers for our world view. Not all squats are like that. We’ve played lot’s of cool squat parties and we love them dearly but most squat parties are for people already in the loop. Preaching to the converted.

Our friend Rabby Bochel from the band Hypnotizing Chicks invited us to play one of these kinds of parties. But she had a plan to do the craziest and most underground squat festival ever! Her idea was a festival of bands playing hundreds of metres under the ground in an abandoned chalk mine. We’d got our friends from Barcelona, Spain, Subfobias, onto the bill. Our good friends, the 3 Gnomes were already on the bill. 3 Gnomes were 3 members from Les Gnomes. They were one of the first french bands to bring the Californian punk sound to France in the early eighties. We’d go on to play with them quite a few times and I’d go on to produce their comeback EP.

Where wasI? Oh yeah! Playing down a mineshaft! We turned up a bit early before the soundcheck to hangout. What obviously didn’t know what to expect. When we arrived, they offered us vegan food from the buffet and some beers. Cool! Subfobias were late though… would they turn up in time for the gig? It was time for our soundcheck so we started walking down a dark shaft with our gear. About 50 metres of tunnel. Our guide told us to stay in the lit areas and that we absolutely fucking shouldn’t explore as the last person to do that was lost for days. I was starting to wonder if this would actually be pretty awful when we turned a sharp corner. The tunnel opened out into a big cavern. Not claustrophobic at all because it was as big as a church. Sounded like one too! Punks were scrambling around setting up a cool looking stage

Anyway, Subfobias made the gig just in time. (We would go on to play with them everytime they came to France I think!) We played a pretty good gig and I have the sneaking suspicion that I broke the Marshall amp that I borrowed for the show. Sorry! The bands played all night but so far underground, who gives a shit what time it is? All in all an amazing experience! Thanks Rabby!

We had some ups and downs though. A legendary guy from Arras, Nath, booked us to play the Mayday festival, Le Son du Porte-voix twice. The first time we turned up early to do an acoustic radio session on Radio PFM and an interview. There was a big open air stage and all around the town, there was a book festival with street theatre and the like. All very left-wing and all very cool! My wife and son had taken the train to Arras and were in the audience. During the first song, I jumped around a bit on stage and I fell off! Yes, I fell off the fucking stage like an idiot on the first song! I hit a metal barrier on the way down and broke a few ribs. Damn! I knew I was fucked ‘cos my guitar had a big crack on it’s neck and a red patch was spreading across my side. The show must go on and I didn’t want my son to see anything that would frighten him. I had only missed a few beats by the time all this had gone through my mind. I got a rush of adrenalin and continued the show with every bit of energy I had. The neck of my guitar finally broke in two in the last song so that’s pretty good! My chest started hurting as soon as we came off stage. 2 young punks were inspired by my poor guitar, took it from me and started whacking it into the ground like the front cover of London Calling. I carried my son back to the train station. God knows how I did that ‘cos as soon as the train left, I could hardly breath or move at all. We went for dinner with some of the other bands. (Whenever we play gigs in the north of France we always eat Welsh’s which is a kind of cheese on toast but that’s like calling a 1980s calculator a motherfucking Ipad!) One of the other bands was a parisian hardcore band called Emma Pils, the guitarist asked me if my side hurt, waited then jabbed me in the chest, I collapsed in pain as he laughed. It still hurts to this day to think about. It was brutal for months. That guy’s a fucking prick, that’s for sure! I’d learnt a lesson. I was getting older and just couldn’t do the madcap stage antics to that dangerous level anymore!

From the very first record, We’d been releasing our records under Creative Commons Licences whenever we could. Creative Commons is a different legal framework to the classic copyright. If you copy one of our songs onto your computer or over the internet, it’s not illegal but when you do that with any classic record, it’s illegal even if you bought the damn thing! It worked out well because we had hundreds of thousands of downloads from various creative commons sites. That’s a lot for us! We also got on quite a few underground radio shows all over the world like PCPodcast in the UK and Ryno the Bearded in the US. Ryno’s show was really fun and the guy’s just really charismatic with great taste in music!

Anyway, off the back of all that stuff, we got booked to play at the Creative Commons festival in Cologne in Germany with other groovy CC bands like the incredible Vienna Ditto. Sounds like an adventure! Marc Hollenbach, another bearded person from the creative commons world, booked us a gig in Amsterdam. He had a very big beard! The adventure just turned into a tour! Ryno had received donations of a few bitcoins from generous listeners. A bitcoin was suddenly worth a shit ton of dollars so he visited Europe with the money he got from selling a bitcoin! He’d come on the tour with us. Yeah! Touring europe with a cool DJ from Mississippi! Bring it on! We rented a big red van, invited our friend Simon to be our driver and off we went! To infinity and beyond!

First stop Amsterdam. The little Amsterdam bar had a brutal limiter installed on the sound system. That means that if you play over a certain volume, you’re in trouble. One hard hit on the drums is enough to trigger the fucking thing. Luckily we’d had experience with these nasty little boxes in Paris. The sound engineer knew what she was doing too. It’s possible to get a good sound under these horrible conditions but it just takes a bit more work covering the drums in sticky tape carefully balancing the amps. We met the lovely Vienna Ditto and immediately realised that they were really something special like a rockabilly Portishead or a big band jazz Massive Attack! A nice Swedish band called Emerald Park had also driven all the way from Sweden for the event. Impressive. It was a strange gig really. In between bands, the barman insisted on opera singing renditions of everything from No Diggity to Du Hast. Absolutely and utterly annoying but by the end of the night, the auditory abuse kind of wears you down into actually liking it.

After the gig, some of us went back to Marc’s place to sleep. It was a completely empty flat so we slept on cold concrete floors. He said “I told you I didn’t have any furniture at the moment”. You’re not wrong, dude! He certainly tried to prepare us for it! He was the market manager for Nike Holland or something like that and was a real character! We invited him to join on the adventure to Cologne. We had an extra place in the van! Bring it on! Let’s hit the road!

Cologne was cool! Really great vegan food and we even had hotel rooms booked! That may have been the first time that’d ever happened to us! The soundcheck was excellent, the sound engineer was extremely fucking competant. Great! We set up our merchandizing stand and Marc offered to be the shopkeeper during the gig. He was drinking heavily.

We bumped into Spiedkiks, one of the best german electronic bands. Nice to meet people behind records that you actually listen to! The band playing on stage was playing abstract electronic music with a woman covered completely in gold paint gradually bathing in a bath filled with little pink balls. Yep! Really.

Vienna Ditto played next and everyone's jaws hit the floor. Being in Louis Lingg and the Bombs has really been an honour because we got to play with some of the most talented people I've ever seen! They were THAT good.

An awful reggae band with about 20 members played next and they made the sound engineer unplug important parts of his carefully set up system. We played next and the engineer couldn’t get things working correctly like they did before. Then he apologised and had to leave. Damn you crappy reggae band! We made the best of it and played a pretty rocking show! About half way through I saw Marc stand up on the merch table scream something that could have been words and take his T-shirt off! Ryno went to try to coax him down! We continued rocking! At the end of the gig, Ryno explained that we’d lost Marc mentally and physically, he’d run off into the night or something. He went to find him. We came up with a cunning plan, keep him locked in the van while we took the equipment off the stage. It seemed to work well so when we got to the hotel car park, we did it again so we could go and hang out with Vienna Ditto in the hotel lobby. The lobby had a vending machine that sold beer for fucks sake! We sat in a big circle on big colourful bean bags and emptied the fucking vending machine! Such a great night.

I woke up. My head throbbed for a few minutes. I had a shower. I had a nagging suspicion that I’d forgotten something important... Holy fuck! Marc was still still locked in the van!!! Shit! If he’s pissed in it, or puked we’ll be fucked for the 11 hour drive home! If he’s dead, that would obviously be even worse for obvious reasons! My heart was pounding as we crossed the car park. He was alive and well and in good spirits. “Oh, hi guys. How’s it going?” He looked like he didn’t even have a hangover. Craziest thing I’ve ever seen!

Anyway, onto the record: The guitarist of Les Becasses, Olivier Famin was still studying in SAE studios to become a sound engineer. He invited us to record a song in their studios. We recorded Freedom Fighter there in a day. Juliette managed to rent a tiny electric car and incredibly, she was able to stuff a drum kit and our equipment in it! A miracle! I brought a Kaossilator (a crazy synth you play by wiggling your finger around on a pad) and some thumb pianos to add an intro and some weird noises. We recorded the rest of the album in our rehearsal room over 2 or 3 years. Instead of practicing for 2 hours, we’d record for two hours. That’s a very inefficient and laborious way to work but it was really the only way to do the record we wanted to do. It involved meticulous sound design from me in order to keep a good sound on all the songs. Ace US pop punk mixer Steve Kravac was on board again to mix. As he was mixing the album at Hell’s Half Acre studios in California, we were playing a gig at La Comedia in Montreuil. It’s difficult to correctly give mix directions in a noisy environment! Steve’s experienced enough to ignore the dumb things we said and pick up on the good things so it turned out great! Aurelia Folch did a really cool cover for the record and it was released on transparent blue 12 inch vinyl, CD, and cassette. I was too physically and mentally exhausted after the mammoth undertaking of the album to promote it properly. Ironic really! What’s more, I’ve seen many bands make that mistake and here I was doing it myself! Oh well!

Favela Ninja took 4 years work and will always be our masterpiece. This is mostly because I seriously just want to make singles and EPs now. Making albums is a thankless task! A huge undertaking for a band with no resources.

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released September 10, 2017

Recorded by Joshua Hudes in La Ventre de la Baleine in France
Mixed by Steve Kravac at Hells Half Acre in California
Mastered by Michael Hateley at Lotus Mastering in California except:
Bring it On recorded by Hadrian Grange and Manu Guiot and mastered by Streaky
Freedom Fighter recorded and mixed by Olivier Famin
Remix of Happy Day (When the Sun Explodes) by Antilo
Cover by Aurelia Folch
Bonus cover design by ArnoLife

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Louis Lingg and the Bombs are goddamn punk-rock-garage-electro-big beat-pop-anarcho saviours of the 2 and half minute pop song. The bombs they throw are musical, they come from Paris (they could only come from Paris!) and they'll grab you and demand your instant attention.
Their sound is a mix of ultra-political anarchic punk rock and fizzing children's nursery rhyme riot-pop. Formed in 2006!!!!
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