Schvendes are a band of brothers and sisters from Perth, Western Australia. They write stories about murder, mayhem, love and loss upon a background of gentle Rhodes piano, pounding drums, screaming guitar, soaring cello and vocals, which have been described as both sweet and terrifying. With an emphasis on lyrics depicting small disasters and celebration of everyday existence, their music is a blend of country, dirty blues and rock. Their influences include Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds, the Dirty Three, PJ Harvey, Ennio Morricone, Tom Waits and Nina Simone.
The band released their debut album Sweet Talk Your Enemies on 5 July 2007, following the release of singles "Small Mercies, Sweet Graves" and "Twice the Man".
In 2007 the band played at the Perth leg of the Big Day Out and in March performed in Toronto at the Canadian Music Week, followed by a number of shows in New York.
"...A slowed-down, and rather dark, art-blues-country hybrid, this is the type of band the make Manchester Lane’s $7 beers worthwhile." - Beat
"Here you will find a band of guts, of strength, and of complete blatant honesty." - Rockus
"...if ever old Lucifer did decide to kick up his hooves and cruise a few bands, he could do a lot worse than Schvendes." - ZebraHype
"...Sounds you could bath yourself in their textured beauty, with sinister edges that you could quite happily drown in." - WAM
"Music that will never fade but will always evolve..." - Oz Music Project
| Date of Release | Title | Label | |||||
|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| Albums | |||||||
| 2008 | Sweet Talk Your Enemies | Good Cop Bad Cop/Inertia | |||||
| EPs | |||||||
| 2005 | Turn out your Lights | Reverberation | |||||
| 2006 | Twice the Man | Reverberation | |||||
| Live Albums | |||||||
| 2002 | The Scoundrel is made an Outcast | Bloodstar | |||||
| Singles | |||||||
| 2006 | "Small Mercies, Sweet Graves" | Reverberation | |||||
| 2006 | "Twice The Man" | Reverberation | |||||
| Live Albums | |||||||
| 2002 | The Scoundrel is made an Outcast | Bloodstar | |||||
I collect these things, shiny objects on the verge at night.
A little history of hanging baskets and a stanley knife,
to build a ship. To build a ship.
I'll build this ship, from rotten couches and rusty bike.
I'll make my sail from quilts, and steer my ship into the afterlife.
I'll pick you up. I'll pick you up.
Cause I will sail, around the ocean, with my Lady of the Junk to guide me home.
And though she looks, not quite sea worthy, she is built from hope and history and life.
Her nest will break your fall.
(oh) But the lost and found, ties us together through the yesteryear.
The kind of thread I use, ties me to the things that people lose.
The sadness falls around, a child's playground with a rusty hinge.
I'm not a bird of prey. I'm just a Bower bird of useless things.
Of useless things.
A Bower bird of useless things.
So I will sail, around the ocean, with my Lady of the Junk to guide me home.
And though she looks, not quite sea worthy, she is built from hope and history and life.
My nest will break your fall.
And so I will ask you now, what's your favorite time of year?
Is it birthdays, or a little bit of Christmas cheer?
Mine falls every March, when the first rains of the season come.
It's like a change of heart, like somehow I become someone.
It's bring out your dead.
It's bring out your dead.
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Bring out your dead. Bring out your dead. Bring out your
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Bring out your dead.