Please note this is a pre-order item due for release 12th September, 2025

Tracklist:

1.Intro
2.Dark Depths And Surface Tension
3.Existence Is Not A Solo Sport
4.It’s A Shit Business, Glad I’m Out Of It
5.Ain’t No Such Thing As Civilised, It’s Man So In Love With Greed, He Has Forgotten Himself And Found Only Appetites
7.Lore Of The Land
8.QVC Hands
9.Momentary Masters Of A Fraction Of A Dot
10.The Enclosed The Common Land And Built A Fucking Lawn
11.A Birthright Sham, A Downright Shame
12.Spare me The Pleasant Trees
13.Outro

Human Leather have always been a ferocious live act, unbelievably loud for a 2 piece.

Their gigs are often an overwhelming wall of sludge, howls and amphetamine-addled drums, with spectators flying joyously around the pit. Previous recordings did full justice to the impact of the live show; however, the second helping is something else.

On Here Comes the Mind, There Goes the Body the sludge is still present, rising, and lapping at your ankles, but theres a new clarity showing off exactly how f*cking good those riffs are.

There are ear worm riffs for days, shout along vocals that roar, shriek and reform into a Greek chorus, drums that thump you repeatedly in the chest and then the whole thing vanishes in just under 30 minutes, leaving you bruised, deafened and with Some Questions about your life. Squint your ears a bit and youll hear the influences of bands like Karp, Torche and Big Business but theyre thrown into a much crustier stew.

The lyrics span a variety of political issues, not limited to the landed gentry, global warming and consumerist harbingers of doom.

Importantly the songs are also not afraid to discuss class issues (unlike many political bands who you suspect have a much sturdier security net). While this could easily feel preachy, every line is delivered with the knowing wink of the underdog and good humour (I am going to smile every time I think of clod damn or QVC Hands staring up at me from the lyric sheet), and the vibes are as theyve always been in difficult times we know were fucked, tonight we mosh, tomorrow we march. And what is the point of a revolution you cant dance to?

Speaking of dancing, the final track features an honest-to-god dance beat, acid squelches and disembodied vocal samples, pointing to an alternative universe in which Human Leather are a heavy electroclash band. Here comes the record of the year, bring what is left of your eardrums. You didnt need that body anyway.