The Courteeners say new album will be 'heavier', at Isle Of Wight

Talking on the first day of the Isle Of Wight Festival (June 10), The Courteeners' Liam Fray has said that band's follow-up to their 2010 album 'Falcon' will see them take a break from their signature sound.

The band toured the UK last December, playing their biggest show to date at Manchester's MEN Arena. They then took a break for Christmas before starting work on the new tracks, Fray told NME.

"We've done a few songs for the new record, six or seven, it's going really well but I don't really know where it's going yet," said the singer. "Instead of going in with acoustic versions like I did with 'Falcon', I've been building it up and getting drum beats and bass parts down before we go into the studio. The results are pretty good, it feels bigger, heavier."

He added: "'Falcon' wasn't particularly enjoyable to write. It was great to record and amazing to play but it wasn't really enjoyable writing it. So I'm going to let my hair down a little bit."

The band played a ten-song set at the festival, including hits 'Not Nineteen Forever' and 'Scratch Your Name Upon My Lips', to a rain-drenched crowd as the weather turned torrential. Fray spoke to his fans before closing their set with 'What Took You So Long?', saying: "An absolute colossal fucking thank you for coming out in the rain, to every single one of you."

The Courteeners played:

'The Opener'
'Cavorting'
'Acrylic'
'Sycophant'
'Scratch Your Name Upon My Lips'
'Cross My Heart & Hope To Fly'
'Take Over The World'
'You Overdid It Doll'
'Not Nineteen Forever'
'What Took You So Long?'

Source: nme.com

The Courteeners - Bide Your Time

The temptation is all too great,
To know it's gone and it's all too late,
I tried and I tried, I never applied,
Any of the morals that I wish I had.

You wait fifty one weeks,
Through all of your hides and all of your seeks,
When the time finally arrives,
It dawns on me that your attention derives,
From the girlfriend that you left at home,
Sitting in your living room all alone.

You hate the suntan,
And you can't stand to be around the short sleeve man,
And the gaggle of girls who are singing too loud,
Well they do my head in.

You hate the tattoos and you can't handle the skinheads,
The ones who cannot handle their booze,
Their making you scared to be proud,
And your scared to be proud

But if you bide your time and you stand there and you wait in line,
It won't be long before her sarong is lying on your bedroom floor,
But what about your girlfriend that you left at home,
Sitting in her living room all alone.

You hate the suntan,
And you can't stand to be around the short sleeve man,
And the gaggle of girls who are singing dead loud,
Well they do my head in.

You hate the tattoos and you can't handle the skinheads,
The ones who cannot handle their booze,
Their making you scared to be proud
Why is that still allowed?
That your scared to be proud
When your on cloud number 9

And the girlfriend that you left at home,
Sitting in her living room all alone,

You hate the suntan,
And you can't stand to be around the short sleeve man,
And the gaggle of girls who are singing too loud,
They fuckin' do my head in

You hate the tattoos and you can't handle the skinheads,
The ones who cannot handle their booze,
And their making you scared to be proud,
Oh your scared to be proud
When your on cloud number 9.

The Courteeners - Sycophant

I'll never dance with a sycohpant
I'd rather entertain distain
From someone who I love
At least you know where you stand
You'll never understand

Keep your eyes on your own work son
Do your homework son
We will never be undone
We're like a father and a son
We will never be undone

I'll ask you..

Are my clothes alright?
Is my hair alright?
You can say what you want cos it's what we like
We are judged on every single thing we do
We could not care less, cos we are us not you.

You think you're clued up
I think you're glued up
You're seen everywhere in town
But you're never with a friend
You know everybody's name
You're the king of pretend

The proof's in the pudding, and the gigs
You've not even been to Woolworths to buy your mix
You flirt with the weather, a kneeling knave
Billy Shakespeare would be spinning in his grave

Are my clothes alright?
Is my hair alright?
You can say what you want cos it's what we like
We are judged on every single thing we do
I could not give one cos we are us not you.

You think you're clued up
I think you're glued up
You're seen everywhere in town
But you're never with a friend
You know everybody's name
You're the king of pretend

Are my clothes alright?
Is my hair alright?
You can say what you want cos it's what we like
We are judged on every single thing we do
We could not care less cos we are us not you

Are my clothes alright?
Is my hair alright?
You can say what you want, thank you and goodnight
We are judged on every single thing we do
We could not care less cos we are us not you

You think you're clued up
I think you're glued up
You're seen everywhere in town
But you're never with a friend
You know everybody's name
You're the king of pretend

You love to dance, you're a sycophant
How do you sleep? how do you get up? Get fucked