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The Fat Man and Baby Boy

by Dan Lyth

  • Compact Disc (CD) + Digital Album

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We started in October, making our way back here Me and Uncle Lenny try and choose a tree but Aunty Carol’s hard to please Please, who will take this orphan tree We’re playing rugby in the streets again And as the fight starts in Primark like a white shark I’ll leave my mark It’s getting scary, maybe this baby could save us all (we hope so) It’s getting frightening, I have no idea what we are doing Maybe this baby could save us all! Would someone find a highlighter and fetch the Radio Times? I don’t recall giraffes at the nativity this must be a Steiner school Who will play the drummer boy? We are waiting, we are waiting, we are sad and we are waiting You said the item had been dispatched have none of you heard of a phone? It’s getting scary, Mary and Joseph would you help us out? (we hope so) It’s getting frightening, I have no insight into what we are doing Maybe this baby could save us all!
The boar's head in hand bear I, Bedeck'd with bays and rosemary.
 I pray you, my masters, be merry Quot estis in convivio (As many as are in the feast) 
 Caput apri defero (The boar's head I offer) 
Reddens laudes Domino (Giving praises to the Lord) The boar's head, as I understand, 
Is the rarest dish in all this land,
 Which thus bedeck'd with a gay garland 
Let us servire cantico. (Let us serve with a song) Our steward hath provided this 
In honour of the King of Bliss;
 Which, on this day to be served is 
In Reginensi atrio. (In the Queen's hall)
We will never know what it is they did Three hundred years simply disappeared They put everything on to computers Now there’s no way for us to turn them on We will wonder what they did each year Myths of Christmas, the fat man and baby boy Strange food, old songs, trees brought inside the house It’s hard to imagine now that we live underground We have nothing in this bunker Hold on though we have each other There’s no singing underground Hold on let’s make joyful sounds Lamps are cold and often flicker Hold my hand we’ll light each other Hope is stolen home is nowhere Hold on though our love is stronger


C is for contradictions, colour and Christmas
(by Craig Rennie)

Christmas is a lot of different things to a lot of different people. It’s the sacred and the profane. It’s a time to be together and a time to be lonely. It’s lavish, humbling, inconvenient, inspiring and a bunch of other words from the thesaurus all at once. It’s an empty seat at a table that was once full, and a new face in a family meeting for another year as if it was the first time.

It starts off with a plot – a plot some say you couldn’t make up. Others disagree. There’s a power-crazed king with mass murder in mind, a pregnant virgin, singing shepherds and wise men winding a cross-country path in the pull of an interstellar sat nav system. Sometimes it ends with boxes under a tree. Sometimes it ends kind of like it started, minus the murder but with most of the magic.

There’s a lot to say about Christmas, perhaps even more to sing about it. On The Fat Man and Baby Boy, that’s exactly what Dan Lyth does. Maybe This Baby Could Save us All! begins with a tale of a trip to the garden centre that turns sour courtesy of Aunty Carol’s steely-minded determination to find a tree deserving of a place in the front window. With brawling in Primark, exotic animals taking centre stage in the Nativity and online orders nowhere to be seen, is it conceivable that the chaos could be brought to order by an oft-overlooked infant?

If the zoological authenticity of the school play troubles you little, you might find resonance in the tragic tale of an honest soul whose Christmas gift budget turns out to be three times less than that of his significant other. She Spent Thirty weighs up financial outgoings and internal yearnings – raising more questions than it answers over a snappy beat that might just inspire you to flee congested shopping centres with invigorating abandon.

There are tales of yore on offer too. Dan awakens his inner Etruscan with a smattering of Latin in The Boar’s Head Carol, praise and panic intermingle in Mary, I Was Wrong as the holy family lose their way and engage in some self examination en route to Bethlehem, and old favourite Joy To The World skips along to a new tempo that reanimates a beating heart too often concealed beneath the robes of wide-mouthed choristers.

That’s Christmas past and Christmas present covered – but what of the future? Futuristic Chrismalistic takes us underground as our offspring dissect tales of yesteryear’s festivities by dull lamp light. With 300 years worth of computer data gone, all that remains is myths of indoor foliage, odd foodstuffs, an obese philanthropist and a mysterious infant. Will Bing Crosby’s widescreen snowscape melt into the shadows? Is there a glinting scrap of tinsel buried beneath the grime? And was the forgotten historical custom in question ever really about the external anyway?

Dan’s take on Christmas spans centuries, revels in intricacies, gawps at grandiosity and excavates the everyday with a wide-eyed wisdom that money could never buy. Like the moment you shake off your concerns over a festive flu and collapse wholeheartedly into a thick blanket of snow, listening to The Fat Man and Baby Boy is a surprising, refreshing and satisfying sensation that will linger long in the memory.

This is Christmas in all its colours, and whether your seasonal spectrum explodes with reds and greens or takes on a more muted palette, music this lovingly created will always be a gift.

Merry Christmas!


released November 24, 2009

Greg Bell: Drums and bass
Natasha Cooling: Vocals
Dan Lyth: Vocals, guitar, piano, melodica, glockenspiel, percussion, keyboards
Sarah Lyth: Vocals and art direction
Alastair MacGregor: Rhodes, keyboards, percussion
Ryan Hannigan: Letterpressing


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From Fife, Scotland. Recently finished recording an album entirely outdoors.

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