UK Quintet Cabbage Debut New Video

UK band Cabbage have released a new video/single You’ve Made An Art Form (From Falling To Pieces)
Cabbage "You’ve Made An Art Form (From Falling To Pieces)"

UK band Cabbage have released a new video/single You’ve Made An Art Form (From Falling To Pieces). In the video, the band is seen immersed in a world of heady, arts and crafts-meets-shroomy psychedelia for the single’s colourful video, filmed long before the COVID-19 crisis forced them to temporarily down instruments. The Coronation Street-inspired “You’ve Made An Art Form (From Falling To Pieces)” was Produced by the band and James Skelly at Liverpool’s Parr St Studios.

Offering some relief if not a complete antidote at a time of global crisis, Lee Broadbent (vocals), Joe Martin (vocals/guitar), Eoghan Clifford (guitar), Paddy Neville (bass) and Asa Morley (drums) deliver “You’ve Made An Art Form (From Falling To Pieces)” as a “brutally honest exploration of mental health and suicide within young men and the survivalist, Victoria Wood-esque juxtaposition of salvaging a smile through dreariness and despair.”

The band’s co-frontman and songwriter, Joe Martin continues: “After much deliberation, we feel that the time is right to share this. The chorus line actually originated in a ‘Coronation Street’ script in 1988, with Deirdre remarking to Ken: ‘I wonder what advanced state of dither we’ll find you in today, Ken, you make an art form from falling to pieces.’ We don’t mind sharing our complete love and adoration for those old, hilariously crafted dialogues.”

“You’ve Made An Art form”
Lyrics

Gotta lose at something,
Let it not be love
The only reason I’m running,
To get to you first

There are no winners in affairs of the heart
I can’t keep us intact,
It tears me apart

You’ve made an art form (from falling to pieces)
You can’t iron those creases

Gotta a lose at something
Let it not be trust
The only reason I took a jump
Was to kill me first
There are no winners in affairs of the heart
I couldn’t keep us intact
And it tears me apart

You’ve made an art form (from falling to pieces)
You can’t iron those creases

Oh! Revelations, of what you must face up to
You know your just prolonging death.

Oh! The abhorrence! Of what you can’t cling on to

You’ve made an art form (from falling to pieces)
You can’t iron those creases