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CD8 Bag Of Snakes

Bag Of Snakes has a twisty heritage. David had been playing in any number of Ottawa Valley folk bands, mainly as a result of having written songs for a very dear friend in the style they would appreciate. The popularity of the album took on a momentum that eventually had David playing folk-rock full-time and essentially abandoning the Rebel Wheel aesthetic.

Around the summer of 2017 David began yearning for a hard-edged sound again, and songs that had more meat on their bones. In 2018 after a very nasty East-Coast tour David opted out of any future folk-rock ensembles, finished the album and then released it on Bandcamp.

It sold very well right of the gates and garnered a lot of attention. It wasn't until a reviewer on you-tube compared it to Stone Temple Pilots meets Rush, did David realize he had essentially written another Rebel Wheel album. It then became incorporated into the Rebel Wheel canon. Given that the art was done by fellow prog artist, Lynette Shelley and the audience was much the same for the Whore's Breakfast album, it made sense to consider it CD8. Contractual obligations and publishing being what they are, the actual band Bag Of Snakes still exists with its own Bandcamp page. The players however are actually The Rebel Wheel version 8 (RWV8) so it all makes a perfect circle.

This album has been released in a digital version at the Rebel Wheel online store and at Germany's Rostfrei Records but the CD version can still be had at Bag Of Snakes online store.

The album artwork can be downloaded as a zip file here or scroll down the page.

The album lyrics can be downloaded as a pdf file here or scroll down the page.

The album sheet music can be downloaded as a zip file here .

The band:

David Campbell : guitars, vocals.

Andrew Burns : bass.

Alex Wickham : drums and percussion.

Album Tracks

Bottle Of Wine

Based around a strong riff using the EHX Ring Thing (in 8va mode), this song was David's return to hard rocking riff tunes. It goes between a straight 4 on the floor beat to an equally strong quarter note pulse in 3/4 for the chorus. It has gone over incredibly well live and is a favorite of the band's new set-list.

Tattered Gown

Verging on a punk aesthetic (Should I Stay Or Should I Go?) this song was recorded live off the floor. The chorus features the EHX Ring Thing again, this time using the ring modulator setting (a sound the Rebel Wheel has incorporated over the years using Fairfield, Moog and earlier EHX models). The song chugs along quite nicel and is as far fromn the symphonic prog ideal as the band has ever gone.

In Spite Of It

A 6/8 groove with loud guitars, psychedelic lyrics and a long guitar solo section, this rocker starts taking the album closer and closer to a Prog vibe. It is a fun tune to play and while basically straight-ahead, has some moments of angularity. "Angular Garage Rock", was another term bandied about by reviewers (an apt one)

Two Car Garage Baby

Punky, aggressive and with a strong anthemic chorus, this song deals with those people who trade ephemeral material advantage over anything of artistic merit. Rednecks abound in David's area and while they very seldom have any real clash, at times it is impossible to understand how side by sides, 4x4s and big screen TVs have such an important place in their world. Like the preceding track there are some interjections of prog angularity.

No Free Ride

The Rebel Wheel has been playing this Synics tune for years. It is in 6/4 with 5/4 and 7/4 chunks at the chorus. The band finally recorded it. This inclusion of this piece is another strong arguement as to why this is the "missing" Rebel Wheel album.

Bad Bad Place

Hard rock 5/4 stuff....getting proggier yet (but not in anyway Symphonic-y)

This Redneck Town

The title says it all. Not proggy in any way but a fun driving tune.

Five Hounds

Folk meets Prog. Folk-Prog? Whatever. This song uses the same themes as Bad Bad Place in a different stylistic context.

This album, along with all their others, is for sale at the The Rebel Wheel online store. It is also available at Germany's Rostfrei Records , along with their entire catalog.

Album Art

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Album Lyrics

Bottle Of Wine

Give me some time, give me a minute. I want your shine, with you still in it.

Give me a year, maybe four seasons. I want to stay, give me a reason.

Gimme a bottle of wine, truth of the vine, let's lose our minds, forever.

Let's dance outside in the star-light. Let's spend the night together.

Give me a ring, give me the mettle. I want the pearl inside the petal.

I love your smile, give me your laughter. I want the book, not just the chapter.

Gimme a bottle of wine, truth of the vine, let's lose our minds, forever.

Let's dance outside in the star-light. Let's throw our lot together.

I've seen the signs, I've seen the signals. I've heard the lines here in the middle.

I get your drift, I got your meaning.

I think I know which way your leaning.

Gimme a bottle of wine, truth of the vine, let's lose our minds, together.

Let's dance outside in the star-light. Let's leave these lives forever

Tattered Gown

Why do you let me break my heart, d-d-d-dragging it around?

T-t-t-tearing it apart, with all this up and all this down?

Feels like I'm stumblin' in the dark, outside of t-t-t-t-town.

You get ahead by fits and starts. wearing your t-t-t-tattered gown. T-t-t-t-tattered gown.

No faith. I've no faith. You'll stay, or walk away.

I can't keep on guessing at this riddle. I know there's no future in the middle.

Can you same a little, same a little, little while.

Pretend to leave but you come back, l-l-l-laughing all the while.

But I can see the hollow heart, behind your f-f-f-flashing smile.

Well it was written in your eyes, you always g-g-g-go to ground.

But when I try to pull away, that's when you c-c-c-come around. That's when you c-c-c come around.

No faith. I've no faith. You'll stay, or walk away.

I can't keep on guessing at this riddle. I know there's no future in the middle.

Can you same a little, same a little, little while.

Why do you let me break my heart, d-d-d-dragging it around?

You get ahead by fits and starts. wearing your t-t-t-tattered gown.

Your t-t-t-t-tattered gown.

T-t-t-t-ttattered gown.

In Spite Of It

I had a vision, downtown with one name, we were waltzing 'round the calendar; never twice the same.

She's twirling 'round in circles. Her hands are in the air; smiling from the corner of her eyes, unaware.

Drawing smiley faces on a dirty truck's window. Bowing to the thunder, rising from below.

She's spinning 'round in circles, the wine spills on the street; climbs aboard the rainbow, that is forming at her feet.

Back into the tempest man how my soul burns. Teaching me a lesson, I refuse to learn.

Two Car Garage Baby

We took a long time driving from Montreal. We live and die on your friend's opinions.

I found out that you'd gone and bought it all, put to the curb in your own dominion.

And now you got your, got your, new best friends, and your factory dollar maybe.

But you know I've got to say, I really love your two car garage baby.

Can't call that the country, back-yards are all you view. Ottawa or Mississauga, Just the same for you.

Drive to your ice-shack on your 4x4; you're now a little redneck princess.

But when the dust is clearing after all, you've only moved ahead by inches.

So throw away your broken crystal ball, and the Grumpy Granny ladies.

The hippie bows to the banker in your soul, I really dig your big screen baby.

Can't call that the country, back-yards are all you view. Ottawa or Mississauga, Just the same for you.

I'm drinking wine and I'm back here at the farm. I'm really frothing at the mouth like rabies.

And you know I've got to say, I really love your two-car garage baby.

Can't call that the country, back-yards are all you view. Richmond Hill or Kanata, better fit for you.

You can't call that the country, back-yards are all you view. Ottawa or Mississauga, Just the place for you.

Bad Place

Behind the talking up, she's only ifs and buts.

Smiles only on a sunny day: looks like she broke that way.

Ahhh. A delicate expanse. Where still waters dance.

Despite what her friends say, she's in a bad bad way. Behind the smiling face, she's in a bad bad place.

I know just how it seems. But I saw it in my dreams.

I know you're taken in. But tears flow behind that grin.

Ahhh. A delicate expanse. Where still waters dance.

Despite what her friends say, she's in a bad bad way. No matter what you take. There's nothing left to break.

Hiding from what she knows, no other place to go. Behind the smiling face, she's in a bad bad place.

Smiles in her broken way. Laughs in her broken way. Calls in her broken way. Falls in her broken way.

No Free Ride

I'd like to float into the sky, and I'd see everything from 8 eight miles high.

I'd like to melt into the rain, away from everything, away from pain.

I'd like to sink into a stream, and I'd let everything wash over me.

No wolf, no door, no outlaw schemes, I'd just let everything, wash over me.

Well who'd believe it? It's in plain sight. Take it or leave it, your old man was right.

There's no free ride.

Five Hounds

Five hounds low and baying, listen to the pack call. Softer than her smiling, as distant as her fall.

Five hounds closing in now, running through foggy morn' Louder, hear them baying. Louder, hear the hunter's horn.

And with a last shudder, whispered out my name and, low and breathing harboured, some deep secret shame.

Five hounds running close now, shapes through fog apart. Can't you hear them howling, Can't you hear their beating hearts.

Flowers grasped and offered, shadowed on her field. Quiet hands are shaking, uneasy heart is revealed.

Five hounds low and baying, running through foggy morn' Louder hear them coming. Louder hear the hunter's horn.

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