Test Patterns EP

by Ned Collette

  • Compact Disc (CD) + Digital Album

    Jewel case, original CD pressing of Ned Collette's debut recording, featuring original photocopied artwork.

    Includes unlimited streaming of Test Patterns EP via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more.
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  • Digital Album
    Streaming + Download

    Includes unlimited streaming via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more.

    Ned Collette's first ever solo release, originally put out on cdr in 2004. Comes with four songs and a shitty jpeg of the original shitty photocopied artwork.
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Recorded in the back room of the flat that would become Ned Collette and Joe Talia's Chinatown studio in Melbourne. At the time their band City City City were still playing, John Howard was on the television a lot and Susan and Doctor Karl were in all sorts of trouble.


released August 28, 2004

Ned Collette - Voice, guitar, organ, bass, drums
Ben Bourke - Synth on Turning Turning

Recorded and mixed by Ned Collette
Mastered by Marcus Barczak


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Track Name: Turning Turning
I can't help but feel ashamed
To think I ever gave you the time of day
The worst thing that I ever did for us
Was spend my time and money on the ticket for that bus

Time was so important to me
But still I let you waste mine in the guise of being free
And as for dealing with your sleight of hand
I get paid more to do less in some promised land

Did you realize it would be the end
When you got told that you didn't have any real friends
I didn't think it was so mean of me to point out
Cause every time I saw you there could be no doubt

That your talk worthy of a playground year
Would kill me with its total lack of playground cheer
You could cut your head clean off for me
But still I don't think I'd believe that you could ever bleed

So I left my coat up in your hall
And all my favourite books are still trapped inside your wall
But that's a price I'm too willing to pay
If it means I'll never have to see your face again

Chemistry's a thing that's too easy to deny
And If it weren't I'd blind myself and stare up at the sky
Never knowing you would be a luxury beyond compare
But I'll make do with knowing you were never really there