Ciara Long is her name.
That's right, let the word ring forth, from the peak of the loftiest mountain to the sunless depths of the ocean floor, Ciara Long has the song-title-coming-up-with skillz to pay the billz. Fuck knows who she is, or where she lives, or what cruel stroke from the thong of life finally drove her to do our thinking for us. But there you have it.
The next Civil Civic discoteque smash will be called...
LIGHTS ON A LEASH.
You would curl up like a maggot on a hot-plate if you knew how many truly bizzare name concepts we had to wade through before we finally decided we liked this one best for the tune.
We salute you, name-givers all, for the outpouring of crazed spabbling which hit us after the competition was announced. We are in awe of your foul, damaged imaginations.
We settled on Lights On A Leash without violence, because it has a wonderfull atmospheric quality, good rhythm, nice use of alliteration and isn't going to get the track banned from radio. Top notch.
We would also like to honor these particular entries for putting up a nasty fight....
- EAT, CHEAT, BEAT
- Hardcore Bodybuilding
- Non-Stick Panzer
- Happy Birthday
- At least I Entered
- Boss Battle
- Fizzy Blood
But seriously, big uber-props to all who submitted titles. Fun shit, my good people, fun shit. You have enriched our lives.
In other Civic news, we are getting close to gig one of the Civil Civic Autumnal Assault on Europa!!!!
So gear up for more sad, nonsensical reports from the road as we use our bad noise to reduce the collective IQ of western Europe!