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Any Joy

 
 
 
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We are Pronto mama

 

Pronto Mama are a past post-modern bug-eyed beatnik group from Glasgow who are just as confused as anyone else. They are soulful. They believe irreverent wordplay, clean musicianship and a dirty dedication to song-writing is how you do it. The music is built around the songs written by Marc Rooney and Ciaran McEneny, who in coughing copy-cat fashion opted for McEneny/Rooney. Keeping it alphabetical preserves good feeling and the over-arching idea you have of yourself, maybe.

Pronto Mama have a split personality disorder and should probably have never have went to University. The drums are schizophrenic. The bass has an eating problem. There are too many keyboards and their parents can’t tell which is which anymore. The horns were made in Britain so really there is nothing to worry about. Electric guitars feature occasionally but get terribly lonely and morose because they think their girlfriend is going to leave them. She did. They are writing songs about it right now.

 

Vocals, Keys, Guitar / Ciaran McEneny
Vocals, Guitar / Marc Rooney
Brass, Keys, Percussion / Craig McMahon
Brass, Keys / Alex Sharples
Bass / Charlotte Printer
Drums / Martin Johnston

 

 
 
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Music

 

Debut Album - Any Joy

New single - Bully March

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PRESS

  The Skinny  ★★★★   "...Any Joy  is a brilliant debut and one that should be listened to on repeat...

The Skinny ★★★★

"...Any Joy is a brilliant debut and one that should be listened to on repeat...

  Tenement TV   "Triumphant, soulful, witty and utterly mesmeric from start to finish"

Tenement TV

"Triumphant, soulful, witty and utterly mesmeric from start to finish"

  Is This Music?  ★★★★½  "...album of the year so far..."

Is This Music? ★★★★½

"...album of the year so far..."

 
  Transistor   "...there’s the encompassing of various genres, a textured, layering of sounds and, most importantly, a wit that helps the act become more than just a run of the road indie rock band."

Transistor

"...there’s the encompassing of various genres, a textured, layering of sounds and, most importantly, a wit that helps the act become more than just a run of the road indie rock band."

  The List   "a belter that mixes themes of hope, hopelessness, vice, virtue, love and friendship."

The List

"a belter that mixes themes of hope, hopelessness, vice, virtue, love and friendship."

  RaveChild   "The songs are incredible masterpieces showing off exquisite songwriting keeping the audience enthralled from the first note to the end..."

RaveChild

"The songs are incredible masterpieces showing off exquisite songwriting keeping the audience enthralled from the first note to the end..."

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LYRICS

 
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Bottom Feeder

Crawl home unknown
Stalwart bottom feeder
Old man slit my throat
With big fat pet lip and running tear

We can cheat and steal
Nothing is really real
Nothing's really real
Do you know that we've been shaking hands?

Where I fall down
That's where I'll lie
Cause' nobody knows best
Nobody's getting left behind

But nothing makes it change
Best slip into the game
Well that's murder she wrote
Did ye know that love is above us all?

Where I fall down
That's where I'll lie
Cause' nobody knows best
Nobody's getting left behind

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Cold Arab Spring

We call it sorrow
We built it, a house for fallen heroes
You're looking like a Cold Arab Spring
Drained of all the colour Spring brings

And when I feel lost I hear you say,
"Find a way"

Honey, so you're not a centre fold
So what?
In a pinup world you'll get stuck
And you're always saying
The times they are changing
The sun's still the same as ever was

And when I feel lost I hear you say
"Find a way"

Take your chances
With olive branches
And red synthetic love

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Arabesque

Last night brought by new tides
Back to front and side to side
Speaking feels uneasy
We're not seeing eye to eye

You act so cold
And I feel less bold
I cannae wait for a rainy day
So you can feel this blue
I didn't really want to leave you

This time I was half right
I'll just act like I never knew you
Last night acting uptight
Well that was me then and you were you

Keep me in the picture, hide the scissors find the glue
A weeping ballerina starved herself just to fill her shoes
A travelling ghost fortune teller brought news
I'd always feel a little lame (Loser!) 
And you'd never lose
You're so intelligent I feel irrelevant

This time I was half right
I'll just act like I never knew you
Last night acting uptight
Well that was me then and you were you

This time I was half right

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rubber

Pierced trails, yellow drag backs
Forget your complex mind pass
Take your ticket, join the queue
The holiday of a lifetime is waiting for you

Would you float down the river with me?
Would you never say never to me?

Open up lets go
We'll have a meeting of the souls

Cold feet meet warmer shores
Welcoming mine and yours
The slot machines blink
And the promenade sinks
There's a house with no doors (and a ragged old flag)
With Styrofoam floors (and its flying half mast)

Open up lets go
We'll have a meeting of the souls

We can walk by the seaside and no-one really knows that you're mine
We can walk by the seaside now you're mine

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Double-speak

It isn't hard ye get passed by,
Some cunts get aw the birds aw the luck
Get yer top button up man
Jealousy is a greedy mutt,right?
Aren't we all such a bunch of creative minds

Yer covers blown,the pages melt
A good double agent never leaves home
Without a smile
And a belt
We're aw going to hell
We're aw going and we're running in time
We're running on, running on time
We're running on time

You'll get your very own cell
Come live with me
You'll get your very own cell
But I'll get mine as well
I'll get mine as well

Blabber mouth
Battled on
Sang his last swan song leaning on a double speak Demi God con
Paint clots to an old tablecloth left to the outside
Now you're right

The sun will be out in a while
The light will go out in your head
Nothing is making you smile
You can't get out of your bed

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one trick pony

You were hanging off of me
Like I was a Christmas tree
They clique of rats they will come back
And steal your comfort blanket, leave you mousey
If you ever need to feel better about yourself I'm doing nothing else

I don't want to be here
I can't always be fair
Take the hard out my heart
Wash the blood out your hair

I'm not trying to resist
I nod and follow using your identikit lickety split
Then I miss the point and I keel over
And that's it over

I don't want to be here
I can't always be fair
Take the hard out my heart
Wash the blood out your heart

Oh when your tongue touched mine
I felt like a balloon
I hadn't been that high since 2002

Is it there for me?

HAPPY!!!

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SENTIMENT

Slow down kid
I'm not running
I'm just saying
It's disgusting

The way of the world
And all of this ill
Control me with telly
I'm hypnotised still

The promise you made
Was all a mistake
I'm sure sure it was never meant
to end this way

But just back down kid
And pick your mouth up
We all care
It would never be enough

With the state of the world
And all of this evil
It's always been here I know
We should know better

Give us a break
Aye that'll be right
I'll keep you up talking
I'll keep you all night

And I hope that God in a final act of grace
Finds us all some civil ground
And puts a smile back on your face

I'm done with this my sweet
Sentiment I guess
Should I try or should I just go get pished?
Hell may, mend me
I hope, then I don't

If you need me
There's something wrong there
I took a light
to every letter

Check the state of me
Selfish and bitter
I still believe there could be some good in there

Sleeping landscape
Cleans me up
It's just when I awake I turn back into dust

I hope, I pray a lie
The titans do escape
And eradicate the globe mid-turn
We'll watch the bits float into space

I'm done with this my sweet
Neurosis I get
Should I try or should I just go get...

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ALL YOUR INSIDES

God was in his garden
Tending to his trees
He doesn't care about me
Satan's writing love songs
to missed opportunities
He's paraphrasing sonnets by war poets
And rewording Amelie

Why do you insist on following every single rule they learned you at school?
How can you afford to call it as it's taken from you?

Easy life
It's good to know but hard to find
Show all your insides
And get personal

Peter's rearing pond life
Nature's on her knees
Sucking in the breeze
And I was writing hard lines
On the walls of Gethsemane
Fixated by hypnosis and fig signs
And sweating the rosary

Why do you insist on following every single rule they learned you at school?
How can you afford to call it as it's taken from you?

Easy life
It's good to know but hard to find
Show all your insides
And get personal
Easy life
How it was the first time

Your good grace could cause
Half the world to follow
Each and every order
If you did command it

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THE DESERTER

I overdosed
In the back close, there was a wee bit in the paper
I could not be arsed
No fun and games when we're sober now sing for your supper

Cause cock and fanny's arbitrary
And so is music
Find someone who wants to share it with you
Or just don't do it
We're all embracing atrophy like it holds some merit
I got through 'A' in the dictionary and started boozing

We're all dying out and we're breaking down bit by bit
I don't want to hang out, never get any joy from it

I cannae sleep, I'm honestly pure feeling weak, nae bother
You'll find your feet, you'll find a beach, you'll get a seat the morra

Homesick ghost
So morose
I'll find you new parts
Well we've came from all over now spin the wild rover

Cause cock and fanny's arbitrary
And love is music
Find someone who wants to share it with you
Or just don't do it
We're all embracing atrophy like it holds some merit
I got through 'A' in the dictionary
Why am I losing?

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BULLY MARCH

City so lifeless
You’re next on the list
The last light went out

They’re selling death from above
Made a feather duster from the wings of a dove
Telling us that they’re gonna clean us up
Droning on for a fix mixing sand and blood
Who got plucked?

Who knows the answer?
Who knows the way? 
If we never pass the garden gate
Will we ever know peace again?

It’s all went to the dogs
That pack hunted for
Another life lost when love is kept in graves
Just tell me what you need
I’ll look it out for you
And I’ll leave you be

Where’s your hope gone?
On a sabbatical or it’s lost
Another fight to
Someone you never should have fought?
I feel mechanical
Now that my kindness is gone
I could have loved you

Who knows the answer?
Who knows the way? 
If we never pass the garden gate
Will we ever know peace again?

Where’s your hope gone?
On a sabbatical or it’s lost
Another fight to
Someone you never should have fought?
I feel mechanical
Now that my kindness has gone
I could have loved you

I hold my hand to God

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You're Only Human

Did ye really have to skin me alive?
Why?
They wulnae let him lie
They wulnae learn
I wasn't listening
Hurt me one more time
I never even got to say goodbye
Goodbye
Poor me, poor me
I wasn't finished
And not for the last time

If God won't help us
Ian Brown won't help us
Will anybody help us?
I know I was messing then
But I'm genuinely asking now
Will anybody help us?

It's fine we can cauterise and chime
I'll have the humble pie, its just desserts
I wasn't listening
Hurt me one more time
And say it's a wonderful life
Oh colour coded child
Say something else
I wasn't finished
And this is the last time

You're all wrong
You're all wrong
You're all wrong
You're all wrong
You're all wrong
You're all wrong

I saw John
When I was truly gone
He said,
"Well...you're only human"
And I said,
"Well...I'm quite like you then"

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Bennie

Do you remember when we used to sit and play draughts?
And handing down your pearls of wisdom
Put your teeth inside a pint glass to make me laugh
You always had religion
To let you know you're safe with all the lights out
You know the man is always looking
For an extra pair of hands up in the big house

But you don't have to go do you?
It's not time to bed down in the ground
Make small talk with the devil
And see what he can do cause
I don't want to be here on my own
I don't want to be here on my own

Internalise the saddened plea
Then denigrate dejectedly
Gallus humour sets the tone
As you're standing round a blackened stone

But you don't have to go do you?
It's not time to bed down in the ground
Make small talk with the devil
And see what he can do cause
I don't want to be here on my own
I don't want to be here on my own
I don't want to be here on my own
I don't want to be here

Godspeed and take it easy
Don't go the long way round
There's not one part of me that's finding this easy
But I don't want to let you down

I don't want to be here on my own

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Memory Song

I remember I could see
The numbers on the bus
From miles away and my mum would say,
"Wait that one's not for us"
Back then I wasn't scared
Of anybody but
Look at me I'm scared now
I've not always been prepared for the worst

It was light to start
Now it's dark

Still you don't need to be
Made from stronger stuff
I've seen wee people made from play-dough
That were just as good and tough
This could just be fallacy
A run around of words
I swear I was knocked out by a roundabout
Up in Auchinlea park

It was light to start
Now it's dark